Who Said That I Can't Live By Myself? (Eric)

[Dylan Sloan]

Dylan was quite enjoying his time in Neurift City. Everything was bustling, with lots of people going to and fro, and he was enjoying watching all of the bright lights. Kuri and Cake walked close to him, also enjoying the new sights. The brunette hardly ever put them inside their Pokeballs; they were his traveling buddies and his friends, not just for battling. Every time a group of other people would walk by, Cake would practically hide behind Dylan, while Kuri would run up to them and greet them. Unlike Kuri, the pink Eeveelution was pretty shy, and she didn't like others all too much. His Furret, on the other hand, was very friendly and loved to show off for ladies. It always made him laugh. If there was one thing Dylan knew, it was that Pokemon were chick-magnets. He knew that from experience. However, Dylan (surprisingly) wasn't here to flirt with girls. He had been a couple towns over when he overheard two men talking about Neurift City, and their mostly-boring chatter suddenly intrigued him when they began talking about the city's Game Corner. A thought then struck Dylan. Even though he wasn't exactly very low on money, he thought that if he earned a little extra spending money he could buy some stuff that wasn't exactly necessary. He had always been pretty good at gambling, and had surprisingly good luck. However, he often got distracted from what he was doing, and would lose. Oops. However, this time he was sure he would win. Hopefully.

The brunette continued along the path that he was on, knowing where he was going because he had asked for directions not long ago. According to the person giving him the directions, he couldn't miss it. That relieved him. The last thing he wanted to do was get lost in the city, especially now that it was starting to get dark. Soon enough, Dylan's eyes caught sight of the bright neon sign of the game corner. His pace changed from a slow walk to a brisk jog, excitement filling his eyes. He felt like a little kid running to the candy store. Except, ya know, without the candy. In his excitement, Dylan was only paying attention to the sign instead of what was in front of him, and accidentally ran into someone in front of him, practically bowling them over. He, himself, promptly fell onto his butt. "Ouch!" He grumbled, petting Cake's head when she ran over to make sure he was okay. "You alright? Sorry about that!" The brunette said as he stood back up, and walked over to the other person to make sure they were okay.

Words;; 451~! (not bad for a first post!)
Notes;; Sorry I took so long to post this, it would've been way easier if I hadn't had to type it all out twice ;w;
Tagged;; Eric Forestier
Muse;; Great!

[Eric Forestier]

TRY TWICE AS HARD AND I'M HALF AS LIKED. ✿ The young adult let out a cold breathing from his lips as the young teen pushes himself through the crowded people of Neurift city. Of course out of all days it had to be crowded, especially during a situation like this! Eric found himself chasing Mimi, his Dedenne. Back then Eric was being stalked by an electric mouse Pokemon throughout his journey in the Kalos Region. As Eric promised himself when he first started his journey that he would limit himself to two Pokemon from each region. This means he needs to catch two Pokemon from Kanto, and the Johto region. Apparently during his trip in Kalos he wasn’t able to find a second Pokemon that he felt would help his career as an actor but that was when the Dedenne came into play! While working in PokeStarstudio, the Dedenne poofed in like a ninja and started acting! He wasn’t sure how to explain it, basically the mouse Pokemon jumped in and made different ninja poses. That was when he decided to keep it as his own. That was a huge mistake. Now it feels as if the teen is struggling to keep the Pokemon inside of its pokeball and worse, running off and poofing into thin air. What is this Dedenne a ninja or something? Did it train under a Greninja or other ninja like Pokemon? Wait… did his Greninja teach it? A sigh escaped from the teen’s mouth as he lifted up his left hand as he slapped his forehead during the processes. “Fuck, this is annoying as hell!” He murmured underneath his breath. He can’t understand why his Dedenne has to run around like a retard and make him worried as fuck. Perhaps he should stop looking for it and wait for it to return. After all what he is doing is a waste of time. Although this may sound like he is a horrible trainer, the Dedenne usually returns to him within 20 or so minutes or the mouse type Pokemon would appear inside of his pink sweater. “For now I need to figure out what I’m doing in Neurift city.” The teen questioned him out loud. To be honest he only came here because of his Dedenne. In other words he has no fucking clue on why he is here! Actually isn’t this his first time in Neurift city? Now that he thinks about it, this is his first time in Neurift city. If he gets lost then he is fucked for good. Lets just say that when he is lost, he goes on a rampage and then he will cry in a corner. Standing around wondering what he should be doing until something bumped him from behind. Eric yelped, jumping forward nearly tripping over his two feet. Thankfully he was able to keep his balance. The straightened he up, turned around to look at the brunette. “I’m fine thanks. Just be a little careful next time. Hey um have you seen a Dedenne by any chance? It’s like a mini Raichu and it acts like a ninja." tag: Dylan Sloan Sloan ▪ words: 516 ▪ ooc: Sorry for being late!

BY KERRIA ♥ OF GANGNAM STYLE