Snippet #2184108

Miles Calvin

Miles watched the events unfold from his position around the corner of a building. He peeked around it a few times--probably more than he should considering he was trying to hide and not get caught--but he wanted to see what was happening and this guy was taking forever. At first, the guy seemed to be suspicious, even a little paranoid, but his movements were slow. Miles figured it was because he was being cautious, but he nearly jumped out of his shoes when the guy spun around and pointed lethal weapons at his Pokemon! He yelped and instantly came out of hiding, but didn't move very far from his original position since, well, the guy had weapons. Was that even allowed?! Who in the world did he think he was pointing those things at an innocent Pokemon? Of course, the lives of Pokemon weren't as precious as those of humans, but he'd spent too much time and money on training that stupid Gengar and Miles would rather this guy not ruin that for him just because of a stupid little prank.

Still, even Miles had to admit he was a little impressed by Freak's ability to keep his scare up even with a gun in his face. Of course, this was one of his Pokemon that he was talking about, so of course Freak was tough as nails. Naturally, he must have developed this ability through watching his master. Miles didn't hide himself again, but didn't want to approach the man even though it was a little obvious that his plan to scare the guy had failed. Miserably. He made a mental note to give Freak an earful about that when he had a chance to later. For now, he leaned against the building and watched, ignoring the few other people around for the time being. They held no interest to him, even though he kept catching glances of them out of the corner of his eyes. The pink-haired guy was a little distracting with the way he kept mumbling to his Pokemon, although Miles couldn't really hear anything he was saying from where he was; not that he cared.

It was then he realized that the guy was also saying something, but Miles was still unable to hear him properly from where he was so he sighed and ended up pushing himself off the building, heading over to him to retrieve his stupid failure of a Pokemon. Really, what was Freak even good for if he wasn't good at scaring people? Wasn't that like half the point of having a ghost Pokemon? Tch. The stupid thing still tried scaring him on a daily basis and it still got into his head at night, but Miles would always wake up in the middle of the night and threaten to cut off his food supply until Freak agreed to leave his dreams alone. He wasn't going through that fiasco again.

Miles had made it about halfway there when the guy let a Haunter out of the Pokeball, probably to greet his Gengar. Great, because all any of them needed was another ghost Pokemon floating around and being creepy and weird. An involuntary shudder ran down his spine. He really hated ghost types. They were the worst. He rolled his eyes when the guy put the Haunter away and started approaching again when he realized he was finally within earshot. "Now, If you could run back to the loser that owns you, I would appreciate that. And have a good day."

"Excuse me!?" Loser?! "I'll show you a loser, punk wannabe!" Oh wait, this guy had a weapon, didn't he? Was that thing fake? Or maybe it was just for show. Yeah, yeah, that was probably it. It was probably a fake weapon because this guy was a total wannabe. Miles marched up to the guy and glared at Freak. "You were totally useless, thanks." He sighed and returned the Gengar back to its pokeball before turning back on the guy, regarding him with an annoyed expression. He wasn't so much mad anymore as he was just disappointed that this guy seemed so unphaseable. And that Freak was a total failure. He glanced down at the Absol with moderate interest and held Freak's pokeball out. "I'll trade you this failure for your Absol."

He opened his mouth to continue to ask the guy's name, but paused when he saw a Charizard come out of that pink-haired guy's pokeball, not too far away. It's roar was loud enough for him to nearly feel the ground shake. He momentarily lost the attention he had on the guy to watch the Charizard, a smile ghosting over his lips. A shiny Charizard. That dude had a shiny Pokemon?! He didn't have any of those! How come he got the cool-looking one? Oh, that was the coolest thing ever! He had to have it. Somehow. Glancing down at the pokeball in his hands, Miles brought it back and brushed the 'wannabe punk' off. "Nevermind! I bet I could totally trick that dude into trading this Freak for his awesome Charizard. Look at that thing!" He took a step towards the Charizard, paused, and turned around again. "Wait here, wait here! I'm gonna follow you, n'kay? So be a good cool guy and don't move."

With that said, Miles was pretty convinced that the guy was going to do as he said and ran off to the guy with the pink hair, coming to a stop right in front of him--her? No, totally a guy--and grinning, holding out the pokeball with the Gengar inside. "Hi! Here! I offer you the best Pokemon this world has to offer! It's totally rare and totally strong and it can be alll yours for the small trade of...this awesome Charizard of yours. It's unfair on my end really, but I'll survive. Just for you." He had to accept. It was a fool-proof deal.