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Post by Ezekiel Sparrow on Jun 28, 2011 18:33:23 GMT -5
It couldn't have been that long, but it felt like days and days had passed since Zeke had started unpacking in Coventina Port. You only really realise just how much you have when you have to move it all, but seriously, how did he have so much cutlery? It was just so... shiny. But then, it should be easy to pack spoons into a drawer, not have to shove at the drawer to close it.
Zeke sighed, leaning on the counter and surveying the kitchen. Everything seemed in order, and by order, he meant not at all. Still, it at least seemed in reach. It'd been quite an easy move, actually, just a bit costly for the moving and unpacking. Now he'd finished, hopefully, with everything roughly in the right room. If the bedding was in the living room, so be it. People will be jealous of the TV blanket. It makes it toasty, anyway.
Zeke started a little when he heard the knock at the door. He didn't even know anyone yet, how could there be visitors? Shrugging slightly, he walked through the living room and to the front, opening the door and smiling. "Hello!"
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Post by Arthur Duncaté on Jun 29, 2011 15:41:01 GMT -5
Arthur never really talks about it, but one of his passions is cooking. He loves taking base ingredients and combining them into a glorious pie or cake. He liked designing the cakes as well, he especially likes putting edible glitter on his creations, his pokemon went crazy for that! So when he heard that someone was moving in next door, he immediately started plotting what he could make for a housewarming gift.
He wanted to be on friendly terms with at least one of his neighbours. The guy to his left always complained whenever he got drunk, sure, that guy has kids and so what if he sings really loudly when he's had a few? He is a grown man dammit!
Anyway,
He loved cooking and wanted to be nice, so that's how he found himself walking down his new neighbours path, with a freshly baked pie in his hands. His Vaporeon, Tidus, was running around near his feet, nearly tripping him up a couple of times. Tidus really like pie. The pirate narrowed his eyes into a glare as Tidus jumped up to try and sniff his delicious baked treat. Fatty.
Arthur made it to the door without falling on his arse, and rang the doorbell, feeling a bit apprehensive whilst waiting. A few seconds later someone opened the door.
"Hello!"
Arthur recognised that voice. And hair. And that face. Crap. Arthur paled and shouted "Oh God it's you!"
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Post by Ezekiel Sparrow on Jun 29, 2011 15:50:04 GMT -5
Zeke blinked, looking at Arthur before grinning as wide as he could. Well, this made making friends with the neighbours easier. And he had pie! For.. wait, why did he have pie? Does he just... carry pie around? Not that there'd be any issue with that. Actually quite handy in a pinch. Especially if some big villain shows up and there's no time to grab a Pokeball because maybe there might be some shield in the way or something so you could just pie the guy in the face. Not the time to wander off. There's a pirate on his doorstep. The pirate from before. The pirate he sort of actually liked, he was quite nice when he wasn't blowing up.
"It's you! Mister Pirate Man! Arthur! That's the one. Arthur! Commodore! What's it like, being a Commodore?" He paused, looking around. "Wait, why are you here?"
Zeke was starting to hope that this pirate wasn't a stalker too, or that... that could cause problems. And be slightly creepy.
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Post by Arthur Duncaté on Jun 29, 2011 16:02:41 GMT -5
Oh God, was this man stalking him?! He only met him a couple of hours ago and now they're living next door to each other? Ohgod ohgod ohgod what should he do? Er, play it cool Arthur, play it cool.
"I-I brought you-" he paused to clear his throat so his voice wasn't as squeaky and tried again, "I brought you some pie, as a housewarming gift." Arthur turned his nose up at, oh what was his name again? Teak? Neke? Leek? Freak? Well that was close, he was sure. "I had no idea we would meet again, Deke." He said icily, but quietly, in case he had the name wrong, he was never good at remembering names. Or birthdays. Or what day it was in general.
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Post by Ezekiel Sparrow on Jun 29, 2011 16:24:51 GMT -5
Zeke couldn't help a small laugh at Arthur's voice squeaking. That pirate accent really was quite shaky. Wonder how good he is at... pirating... things. That's the verb, right? To pirate? But still, how did he know he'd just moved in? This still wasn't making much sense. Zeke's Empoleon, Scott, came wandering up behind him, attracted by the scent of the pie.
"Well, wow, thank you." Zeke blinked. "Er, how did you- do you want to come in? ... and my name is Zeke, not.." He chuckled. "'Deke'. That's a silly name. I'm still confused as to how you're here."
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Post by Arthur Duncaté on Jun 29, 2011 16:35:10 GMT -5
"What?" Arthur said quickly, looking nervous, "I said Zeke, of course Deke is a silly name!" At this he let out raucous laughter portraying his anxiety. He totally got away with getting his name wrong, he is smooth like that. Arthur moved into the man's house slowly, almost timidly, he could definitely tell he hadn't lived here for long, there was stuff everywhere, seriously, this guy needs a hand with cleaning.
He started talking to the man without turning back to look as the other shut the door, sealing him in. "What do you mean how am I here? I walked up the blasted path, duh!" Arthur rolled his eyes childishly, then he adopted a look of confusion. Was that a duvet by the TV?
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Post by Ezekiel Sparrow on Jun 29, 2011 16:43:24 GMT -5
Zeke stifled his further chuckles at the man and his attempts at being "smooth". It obviously wasn't his forté. Scott moved closer to Arthur, trying to peck at the pie, waddling along with Arthur's every step. "Sorry about the mess, yeah, I've been sorting everything out but it's... it's never-ending. I'm not meant to have this much stuff." He moved over to Scott, pulling him away from the pie gently and poking him on the beak. "You've had enough sweets for today, don't peck the pie."
Turning back to Arthur, Zeke smiled slightly. "And that's not what I meant. Why are you at my house? Did you follow me or something?" Again, he hoped not. Arthur seemed alright, so to find out he's a stalker or something would be a shame. "Want a drink?"
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Post by Arthur Duncaté on Jul 12, 2011 21:15:26 GMT -5
Arthur scowled at the large Empoleon that was getting just a bit too close to the pie he had oh, so lovingly prepared, then Zeke pulled him away so Arthur relaxed slightly. Listening to what the man had to say, Arthur rolled his eyes, this guy was such a slob, Arthur's house was always immaculate! Arthur was some type of Domestic Goddess! Erm, Domestic God, that was it.
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He just liked a clean house.
Anyway, he tuned back into what Zeke was babbling about, only to catch some of it. "Did you follow me or something?" Arthur was fuming, he had lived here longer than this guy, so Zeke was the stalker if anyone! Arthur decided to voice his complaints. "Why in the name of Davy Jones's locker would I be following you?!" He screeched, clearly unhappy by the man's opinion of him. Arthur Duncaté was many things, but he was not some co-dependent wench that latches onto anyone they come across, he was a lone wolf! Live alone, die alone. Even if he didn't want to live alone, that was how it had always been. "I just wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood..." He said, dejectedly. No one had welcomed him when he moved in, so he thought it might be nice. He was starting to get the feeling that it would be for the better if he just left. He put the pie down carefully on a pile of clothes, his baked treat looking bland and idiotic now, and headed for the door again, eyes looking downwards. "No, it's fine, I'll just leave now, sorry for bothering you..."
Yes, Arthur was many things, and melodramatic happened to be one of them.
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Post by Ezekiel Sparrow on Aug 1, 2011 12:23:21 GMT -5
Zeke held his hands up slightly at Arthur's yelling, trying to form a gesture of surrender. He wasn't very good at opening conversations, it seemed. It's not like he actually thought Arthur was following him, jeez... But it was odd, though, how they'd managed to meet up again. He hadn't been expecting to see him again at all. Not that he minded. Pirates were cool, are cool. He actually felt a bit sheepish that he had boxes still littering his floor, but he hadn't been here that long. He was sure it could be excused.
Seeing Arthur put down the pie and turn to leave, Zeke put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back lightly. This wouldn't do. "Leave? Why would I want you to leave?" He smiled as wide as he could. "I mean, I didn't mean to upset you or anything, I just." He flapped slightly. "Look, I like you here. It's really nice to see you again! How long have you been here? And do you want a drink?"
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Post by Arthur Duncaté on Aug 22, 2011 16:56:47 GMT -5
Mood instantly lifting at Zeke's acceptance into his household, Arthur said "Don't mind if I do, lad, bring your finest rum!" and flopped down onto a nearby (and thankfully clean) sofa. He stretched out languidly on the couch, making himself at home, then spoke to Zeke. "Ah, I've been moored in these parts for a couple a' months now, the water is clean, and the air is fresh, what more can a man want?" He asked rhetorically.
As Arthur was adjusting himself to get comfortable, he accidentally knocked over one of the cardboard boxes littering the area. It's contents spilled onto the floor, revealing many striped cardigans and sweaters. Arthur tutted, 'Hipsters.' He thought disdainfully. He would of had more respect for the man if it was a box of porn, or guns, or... other manly things. Arthur hadn't realised before, but Zeke did seem to have a rather hipster style of clothing. He also belatedly realised that Zeke was quite attractive, not the hottest guy he'd seen, but he had a warm smile and a nice bo- no. Arthur cut off his inner ramblings as his cheeks warmed up. He coughed awkwardly then shouted, "Where is m'goddamn rum, brat?" Tension smoothly avoided with anger. One point to Arthur.
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Post by Ezekiel Sparrow on Aug 22, 2011 17:30:05 GMT -5
Zeke hurried off to the kitchen at the idea of "rum", honestly slightly... baffled. He didn't have "rum". Who just kept "rum" around? That's the kind of thing kept in barrels on ships, and Zeke didn't have a barrel, just a lot of unpacked boxes. Zeke wasn't even really the type to keep much alcohol in the house at all, so this was all new. Maybe he'd have to run down to the shops and grab something. Or... he wrinkled his nose slightly in thought, looking at his Slowking Oscar. Maybe he could go down to the shops for him, if Zeke gave him his ID. But what if they sold rum in barrels, like he was imagining? Maybe he should send Melvin his Galvantula too, or Irsa his Flygon. They'd be able to manage a barrel. Right, that seemed like a good plan.
He was about to yell back that "oh no, I'm fresh out of rum, let me just-" when Arthur asked more insistently. Erk. That puts a spanner in the works. Zeke poked his head round the doorframe, smiling sheepishly, barely noticing the knocked-over box. Really, it didn't stand out much in the general mess. "I don't really... keep much rum about. I can run off and get some, though! If you, I mean, if you could point the way. And I might need some alright-ish directions. Because I tend to... get lost." He didn't sound all that brilliant, not even in his own mind. Hopefully the man, pirate, something, wouldn't just leave. Best not mention- "I once got lost looking for Goldenrod and ended up at the base of Mount Silver"- that one time he got spectacularly lost and, oh, he'd already said all that. Zeke managed a weak grin. He wasn't doing very well.
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Post by Arthur Duncaté on Sept 11, 2011 20:12:28 GMT -5
Arthur was about to blow his top when this prick said he didn't have any rum. Then when he said he got lost and ended up at Mount Silver, the pirate just started laughing. It wasn't a amused laugh, but a cruel one. Honestly, who is thick enough to get that lost? It's ridiculous! So Arthur continued laughing at the fool in front of him. He looked up with tears in his eyes, "You're serious? That's ridiculous! What kind of trainer are you?" Arthur's tone got more spiteful as he spoke.
He sneered at the man in front of him as he stood up. "Seriously, what kind of trainer are you? Can you even use that freaky ghost-type you had? Or do you just keep them as little pets? Do you battle them at all?" He was shouting by now. Zeke was the wimpy kind of person he hated, the kind that always brokedown in a fight if their poor pokémon are hurt. Arthur wanted to test this man.
"If you do fight with them, then what are you waiting for? Let's battle."
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