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Post by Robin Alfsson on Aug 17, 2017 0:29:04 GMT
[googlefont="Clicker Script"][googlefont="Rajdhani"] Comin' like a Hurricane
I take it in real slow The world is spinning like a weather vane Fragile and composed Though I am breaking down again I am aching now to let you in
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[attr="class","robinTags"]open!
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| A yawn forced apart his lips as he pressed the pad of his index finger against a button. Half-lidded eyes watched as the washing machine he stood before kicked to life, and he let his attention drift down to the semi-transparent door of the machine for only a moment to watch as all of his clothing began to churn after water had filled the machine. His little adventure down south had caused him to dirty all of his clothing, and he had not bothered to try and stay in any of the towns and settlements in the south long enough to find a laundromat. Waiting until he returned to the north had seemed like the best option, even if it meant having to wear the same set of clothes at multiple times until he could return. It did not bother him too much, and he did not feel the slightest bit self-conscious about the fact that he was still in a set of dirty clothes. At least he managed to take a shower at a hotel and dust off his current attire. He even put on enough cologne that no one should be able to tell.
Perhaps he should just go shopping for a clean set of clothes. And a larger backpack. An actual laptop bag, he mused to himself as he turned away from the machine. Separating his laptop from his main backpack would give him more room for, say, extra clothing, or the various items he keeps finding. Rubbing at one of his eyes, he slowly made his way out of the building and onto the street. He blinked, looking up and down the street for some place to waste time at. He had at least half an hour before he should return to finish his laundry, so he might as well search for someplace to...
Coffee.
Yes, he needed caffeine. Otherwise, he might fall asleep while waiting around. He saw some sort of cafe nearby; it shouldn't be more than a few doors down. Turning, he started down the street, running his odd eyes down the windows and signs of the buildings he passed. Four doors down, he found a small cafe that, thankfully, also had free wifi. A small, grateful smile formed on his face as he opened the door and strolled inside, pausing briefly as the scent of ground coffee beans washed over him. He shrugged off his bag and fished out his wallet before stepping up to the counter. "Iced coffee, please!"
A few moments after paying, the drink was slid toward him on the counter. Thin fingers curled around the cup before he turned away and sought out a place to sit. He found an empty table near an outlet, and he immediately claimed it as his own. Robin placed the coffee down first before setting his backpack on the ground and himself on a chair. His laptop was quickly pulled out of his bag and set on the table, and his adapter was soon pulled out as well. He tried to make as little noise as possible as he arranged everything on the table, making sure he did not knock over his iced coffee as he plugged in his laptop.
"There~" he hummed, opening his laptop and pressing the power button. The drink was then picked up as he leaned back, sipping quietly while waiting for his laptop to power on. |
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104 POSTS // DATA
16 // AGE
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Post by Toshiro on Sept 1, 2017 16:42:28 GMT
Smoke spun and swirled from his iced mug while icy blue eyes scanned the cafe. For a northern city, Aquarin offered little in terms of social engagements and activities. Toshiro, after having sloshed around in southern Iwos for quite some time, had decided to return north for some more raining before challenging this city's gym. The task of training proved to be rather tedious as he spent more time shuffling through the Pokemon he encountered rather than battling them, thus putting him at a disadvantage. That said, training would resume tomorrow at full force and he decided today would be a day of relaxation.
A sight breeze whisked in from the door as a figure entered. Noticing the backpack and clothes ripe with the scent and look of adventure, Toshiro would go as far to claim this person was a trainer. Having only seen a handful in Iwos, despite the island's ties to it's history of turf wars between Vitalis and Genos trainers, he welcomed this sight.
As the newcomer seated themselves, indulging in what looked like a laptop, Toshiro rose from his seat and decided to plop himself in front of them. He hadn't had much time to converse with many trainers since he became one, and he wanted to gather as much information as he could on the movements of Vitalis and Genos as well as the rumor of this mythical Pokemon having gone missing.
Grasping the chair, the blunette looked upon the trainer. "Mind if I sit here?"
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Post by Robin Alfsson on Sept 2, 2017 14:03:14 GMT
[googlefont="Clicker Script"][googlefont="Rajdhani"] Comin' like a Hurricane
I take it in real slow The world is spinning like a weather vane Fragile and composed Though I am breaking down again I am aching now to let you in
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[attr="class","robinTags"] Toshiro & open!
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| The feeling of eyes upon him had become something he was accustomed to. Years of theatre trained him to distinguish between the types: that slight tingling feeling in the back of your head when you want them to look at you and that crawl of unease down your spine when there's a stranger watching you on the street. He could almost always tell when they were on on him specifically, though that would require turning his head to find the source. Deciding not to, he ignored the mixture of tingling and unease (this was an unfamiliar city to him, after all, so he had no idea if he should be wary of the people around him).
Sucking away at the straw, odd eyes remained focused on the laptop's screen as the darkness disappeared in a flicker of light. The login screen appeared soon after, and his cup was set down as he leaned forward. Nimble fingers danced across the keys before hitting enter, and it was then that a voice drew his attention away.
Blue and gold focused on a snowy haired boy already poised to pull out the chair across from him. His eyes scanned over the other's figure once in observation before searching for his eyes, a smile gracing his features. "Of course not. Go right ahead!" He did not seem like a threat, and he should probably socialize more. After all, he mostly stuck to talking with his Pokemon during his little trip south, and they were terrible conversationalists. |
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Toshi // OOC NAME
104 POSTS // DATA
16 // AGE
Heterosexual // SEXUALITY
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Post by Toshiro on Sept 8, 2017 2:03:01 GMT
A moment passed as the dual-colored orbs of the lad looked Toshiro over. He seemed to searching for anything malicious but one could assume he found nothing worth worrying over as he verbally affirmed his request. Sliding the chair from the table, the blunette seated himself across from the trainer and offered a smile.
"My apologies. I haven't even introduced myself. Toshiro Lee, pleasure to meet you." While normally he would offer a handshake, the coffee drinker's fingers seem fixated upon the laptop before him. Glancing the guy over once more Toshiro quickly moved on to the point of his intrusion.
"So what do you make of Iwos if you don't mind me asking? Have you lived here long?" He leaned forward ever so slightly. Appearances were important and while he was genuinely interested in the lad's response, his posture usually flagged the "I don't care" demeanor.
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Post by Robin Alfsson on Sept 8, 2017 2:22:45 GMT
[googlefont="Clicker Script"][googlefont="Rajdhani"] Comin' like a Hurricane
I take it in real slow The world is spinning like a weather vane Fragile and composed Though I am breaking down again I am aching now to let you in
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[attr="class","robinTags"] Toshiro & open!
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| Yeesh, what a stuffy greeting.
He reached to the side and curled his fingers around his cup once more, pulling it off the table. A ring of moisture was left in the cup's place, and he made a quick mental note to grab a napkin later. He couldn't just leave that there, after all. Besides, it might try to reach for his laptop. His lips found the straw as he drew his cup closer, and he took a small sip while keeping his eyes on the stranger. Or, rather, on Toshiro.
"Robin," he spoke up as he pulled his lips away from his straw. "Alfsson. Robin Alfsson." He silenced himself with another sip of his iced coffee before setting the cup aside once more. Wiping his fingers off on his pants, his hand returned to his keyboard. After a few moments of click and typing away, he was connected to the cafe's wifi and already logging into his college's portal.
Blue and gold irises pulled away from the laptop screen just long enough to glance toward Toshiro. "I was born and raised in Iwos," he hummed, returning his gaze to his screen. Robin worked as he spoke with small pauses in his speech when his attention diverted too much. "Dunno how I can make anything of Iwos... without experience with the outside world... So, it's home, I guess?" There was another pause with a series of clicks from his touchpad and keyboard. Odd eyes trailed the screen one last time before looking up, and he flashed the other trainer a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, had to submit my homework." |
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