i've got nothin' but time ● platinum

[Zachary Hazel]

i give up! i give up! so this is what it feels like? i'll give you the last word. it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. and this is the town, and this is the place. If you are the one to give disgrace a name, so be it! you've got me hangin' onto nothing, but nothing's all i've got. leave me, leave me, i'mma shut it all down.

PH Genetics was not a place he would have imagined himself ever stopping at throughout the course of his life, and the fact that he was making his way in a leisurely fashion down the bustling streets to that very building was enough of a shocker in itself. Gijinkas didn't really appeal to him, and the the idea of swapping base pairs in humans with that of a Pokemon was a cool idea to him for all of three seconds. He didn't know anyone who worked. He hated the neighborhood it was in. The former co-president turned out to be a sociopath, and he'd dealt with more than enough psychos in his feeble twenty-seven years. The idea of stepping into a work place that might have another one – bad enough being a workplace at all – just didn't really tickle his fancy. There had to be some major reason to make him even think of stepping foot on these grounds.

And a major reason there was.

Zachary Hazel was rarely a man on a mission, but when he actually made it a point to get something done, he'd do a heck of a lot to. Well. Get it done. At that point in time, his specific task of choice was the fact that he was looking for something. Someone. A certain female who had disappeared off the radar and he'd been in hot pursuit of ever since. He hadn't the slightest idea of why she'd left or where she'd gone, so the only course of action he had that was even remotely rational was to track down her roots and start from there. The allusive lass was a gijinka – a PH Genetics gijinka, to be precise – so it only made sense that he might be able to figure out something – anything – there. Well, he might have had luck been in his favor more often.

No time was wasted upon reaching the doors, the Professor's stride not faltering in the slightest as he shoved open the double glass doors and made his way down a elongated carpet over pristine marble flooring. His target? The lady on the other side of the counter parallel to him. The moment he was within a couple yards of her, he started barking, “I'm looking for someone, and I don't have time to beat around the bush, so give me someone remotely competent to talk to so we don't waste both of our times.”

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[Platinum Berlitz]

I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD

waitin' on this for a while now, payin' my dues to the dirt

She's trying to do her job without interruptions. The scientist even went downstairs to go see any memos before anyone reads them. Nodding hello as she passes by people, stopping to congratulate one of the nurses (they needed a few to make sure customers with medical conditions were good, etc) on her new baby. The memos are in sight at the front counter in a basket behind the desk, and Platinum's walking more briskly to get there quickly and read them, hopeful that they're good.

Unfortunately, peace was not an option. A man walks in all high and mighty, head held high like he's so much better than everyone else. He's blond with sunglasses, and could be called cute if it wasn't for his attitude. As he strolls down the carpet, she realizes how unprofessional she looks right now in a lab coat thrown over a tank top, scarf, and skirt.

The man comes up to the counter, barking orders at the desk secretary. Platinum realizes this could get out of hand, as he starts calling the secretary incompetent.  "Sir, if you could stop insulting Emily here, we could get somewhere. She's more efficient than our last secretary, thank you very much. Now, can I help you? I'm Ms. Berlitz, co-founder and CEO of this company," she says as politely as she can. Co-founder felt weird to say. Even though he didn't work there anymore, she feels obligated to mention Ulixes as a founder (although Platinum did all the work.)

250	Zachary Hazel

hope this doesn't suck c:

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[Zachary Hazel]

i give up! i give up! so this is what it feels like? i'll give you the last word. it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. and this is the town, and this is the place. If you are the one to give disgrace a name, so be it! you've got me hangin' onto nothing, but nothing's all i've got. leave me, leave me, i'mma shut it all down.

Luck, even if only the slightest bit of it, appeared to be on his side for once in his life, and he appreciated the reprieve from his ordinary, awful routine. Not only had someone “competent” come to his aid, but the stranger was the CEO of the company itself. Also, he hadn't even finished growling at the secretary when she showed up. He felt a little bad at the downcast look that had befallen the first female in response to his second-handed insult, but he was a man on a mission and he could pity her later. Right now, he had the leader of the mafia to track down, and nothing was going going to get in the way of that.

The blue-haired mistress that spoke to him was shorter than he would have imagined a high-ranking female to be. Of course, everyone looked kind of short compared to his more-than-average height. He tried to not focus on how tall she was as she spoke in a very even tone, “Sir, if you could stop insulting Emily, here, we could get somewhere. She is more efficient than our last secretary, thank you very much. Now, can I help you? I am Ms. Berlitz, co-founder and CEO of this company.” He couldn't give a Ratatta's butt about how efficient this “Emily” was in comparison to their last secretary, but the compliment lifted the poor girl's spirits, so he didn't bother saying that aloud. Instead, he got down to business.

“Thanks. Name's Hazel. Professor Hazel. I'm lookin' for someone and it's kinda, really important, so I might need your help. She was a patient here at PH Genetics way back when. Roxanne Able Adkins? Name ring a bell?”

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[Platinum Berlitz]

I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD

waitin' on this for a while now, payin' my dues to the dirt

A stranger was trying to look at patient files, only saying it was important. How is she gonna know if he haw good or bad intentions? While the scientist haw heard of Professor Hazel, she hasn't heard enough to trust his intentions. Instead of trusting him right off the bat, she'll ask some questions. 

"I'm sorry, we don't give patient information to just anyone. I'll need to see your League Identification to make sure you're of rank to view these," Platinum says, keeping a slightly apologetic yet professional tone. Of course, she can just show these to anyone, there's nothing stopping her. But she's not about to give away information to this man with the bad attitude and sunglasses. 

The woman remembers Roxanne Adkins, a girl who volunteered for early experimentation, knowing the risks. She'd rampaged after being unhappy with the results, and it resulted in a lab room being destroyed. If Professor Hazel wants to know where she is, Platinum figures it might not be for something good. "Yes, the name rings a bell."

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[Zachary Hazel]

i give up! i give up! so this is what it feels like? i'll give you the last word. it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. and this is the town, and this is the place. If you are the one to give disgrace a name, so be it! you've got me hangin' onto nothing, but nothing's all i've got. leave me, leave me, i'mma shut it all down.

Just as quickly as luck decided to show pity on him, it went back to being the cruel mistress it most usually was. While he was speaking to someone who had direct access to everything in this building that would help him track down the Salamance gijinka instead of having to tip toe around at least five different people to get anywhere, asking nicely wasn't going to do it. The bitterness was short lived in favor of understanding. To be fair, he would probably act the same way had their roles been swapped. You don't just barge into a building being a butt hole and expect everyone to bend to your will, region professor or not. Instead of barking out more orders, he simply ran a hand through thick locks of blond hair and tried to figure out how he was going to work around this.

“I am sorry, we do not give patient information to just anyone. I will need to see your League identification to make sure you are of the rank to view these,” she had said, which caused a problem of its own. Zach was used to people bending over backwards for him at the mention of his name. He didn't carry around his stupid identification badge with him. Heck, he hadn't the foggiest of where it was at all. Probably buried under a mountain of empty Doritos bags. Were those Doritos worth it, having to miss out on the opportunity to catch up with the slippery she-witch? He didn't know. Probably. But he wasn't about to give up then, because of something as stupid as missing a League identification badge.

“Yeah, um, I don't actually have that with me. If you wanna call up the League, though, you can talk to, like, fifty guys and they'll all tell you the same thing. I just really need to get my hands on some papers.”

The bluenette looked thoughtful for a moment when he mentioned Roxanne's name, but it didn't take much for her to reply, “Yes, the name rings a bell.” This was good. Maybe that meant that Platinum knew what Roxanne was up to. Knew why he needed to find her, and find her fast. “That means you know what I'm lookin' for her, right? So can you help a guy out? It's, like. Really, kinda important.”

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[Platinum Berlitz]

I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD

waitin' on this for a while now, payin' my dues to the dirt

She's so bored. Today's been a slow day, and she's spending her time making unneeded charts of the popularity of Pokemon people wanted to be turned partially into. And Platinum's desperate for something to do, but been trying to hide it so she looks like a good CEO.

So she's not even going to bother with his identification, she's decided. "I don't know what she's doing, but she destroyed a lab room," Platinum says in a quieter tone. "I think you'd understand why I remember her."

She pulls an SD card out of her pocket, and walks towards a small, adjoining hallway, and motions for Zachary to follow her. There's a small metal notch beside the door, and she's sticking it into the notch. A beep comes from the door somewhere, and it slides open. "You want to look, right?" Platinum says, walking into the room.

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[Zachary Hazel]

i give up! i give up! so this is what it feels like? i'll give you the last word. it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. and this is the town, and this is the place. If you are the one to give disgrace a name, so be it! you've got me hangin' onto nothing, but nothing's all i've got. leave me, leave me, i'mma shut it all down.

Zach was, quite frankly, surprised how easily her protest crumbled, even despite his lack of actual identification. Honestly, it seemed as though she stopped caring about it as soon as she'd brought it up. Lady Luck was, evidently, bi polar. Couldn't decide if she was for him or against him that particular morning. He crossed his fingers and hoped it was the former. “I do not know what she is doing,” Platinum admitted, “but she destroyed a lab room. I think you would understand why I remember her.” Despite the fact that this was probably a really aggravating occurrence to the female, the professor, himself, couldn't help but stiffle a snicker. Typical Roxanne.

“Guess she hasn't changed much, huh?” Jokingly, with a smirk plastered onto his mouth, he said, “What'd you do, call her fat?”

The League identification card forgotten – as was mentioned earlier – the blue-haired CEO turned on her heal, SD card in hand, and started off down the hallway with a hand gesture to indicate she wanted him to follow. She was too cute to be leading him into a trap. As such, the sunglasses-wearing man shoved his hands in his pockets and trailed after her, watching carefully from behind darkened lenses as she unlocked a door and called out to him, “You want to look, right?” Oh, heavens, no. He was here for the tea party. Mental eye rolling aside, however, he slipped through the door after her, beholding all that was before him. “What the shit kind of room is this?”

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[Platinum Berlitz]

I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD

waitin' on this for a while now, payin' my dues to the dirt

The room is rather full yet neatly organized, with file cabinets lining the walls and in a clump in the middle. She walks over to a cabinet to the left of the door and opens it. Not finding what she wants, Platinum mutters a curse under her breath and goes to the drawer below it. There's still not the file she's looking for, so she goes to the cabinet next to it. Continuing around the room until she finds the right file is much easier than looking at labels, the scientist decides.

Opening a slightly dusty cabinet with a clank, she rifles through it. Near the back, there's a file with a tear in it. "Aha!" Platinum holds up the file triumphantly and walks over to the door where Professor Hazel is. Opening the manilla folder, she grabs the papers out of it.

Looking at him, it seems like he's rather impatient. Cutting to the chase, Platinum says "What do you need about her? Whereabouts, medical history, what?" She holds the papers out for him to look at, but keeps a tight grip on them.

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i was too lazy to use a word counter

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[Zachary Hazel]

i give up! i give up! so this is what it feels like? i'll give you the last word. it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. and this is the town, and this is the place. If you are the one to give disgrace a name, so be it! you've got me hangin' onto nothing, but nothing's all i've got. leave me, leave me, i'mma shut it all down.

Well, that proved it: Zachary had finally born witness to a room that felt more messy than his own. Sure, everything was organized in a “near” fashion by being shoved into various cabinets, but the fact that it took the blue-haired female what felt like an eternity to find what she was actually looking for screamed “unorganized” to him. After all, if there were labels on those cabinets, wouldn't she read them? Obviously. Reading labels would have made that process so much faster. It was a darn right shame there weren't any.

As PH Genetic's CEO buzzed around the room in hot pursuit of the files he so desperately needed, the professor made it a point to pick through some of the cabinets himself while she wasn't looking. While he wasn't really looking for anything in particular, it wouldn't hurt to look in case he needed something later in the future. It might have spared him another run-in with the long-haired woman trying to find those papers for him. Picking a handle at random and opening it up to see its contents – all whilst keeping an eye on the female as to not get caught – he dug through its contents, only stopping on the name “Garett Vandegriff”. Brow furrowing, he picked up the folder and read what it had to offer. A Hydreigon gijinka, it revealed. Something was achingly familiar about this, but he was having a hard time placing his finger on it.

From across the room, Platinum suddenly shouted, “Aha!”, nearly causing him to jump out of his skin. Shoving the folder back in its place and slamming the cabinet closed as fast as he could without making too much noise, he spun around to face the other human in time for her to lock eyes with him. Holding out papers to the blond, she says, “What do you need about her? Whereabouts, medical history, what?” Swallowing, he answers, “Mainly whereabouts. Dunno, though. Some of that other stuff might be helpful, too.”

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