outta ya mind [closed; rez/evening?]

[emmett]

Emmett Tiberius Bourne

Emmett sat on an old bench and watched his pokemon. He had still not left the first city or even bothered to challenge the gym leader, and already had a full team. Maybe that was enough. Seemed like he had already accomplished enough. Might as well just go home and fall back into his same routine, right? He thought so. Taking a sip of the beer he had clenched between rough hands, he pulled a face. It was warm, which was especially odd with the cold weather. He shivered slightly and wondered why the hell his drink was not cold! With a grunt, he slammed it down to the cool ground where a little snow remained and hoped that it would cool off. He did not even have any pokemon that might be of use for this sort of thing.

He slightly wished he had an ice pokemon right now, but was not sure he could handle any more of them running about. His current seven were hard enough! Especially that damned Kourier. He rolled his dark, emotionless eyes as the dog seemed to read his mind. Instantly, she was at his feet, tugging his worn pant leg and all he could do was move his hand to his face. What did he do to deserve this? Sure, he was into the badder things back home, but he knew worse! So why did he end up with this crap? "Ugh" He groaned, looking down as the dog continued to tug his pant leg and lick the flesh and hair she could get to. Kicking her, she yelped, then pounced his leg, now finding it to be a new wrestling partner. "Kourier! Stop it!" He groaned in response, but she was not going to give up. No, she had to show her master that she could defeat something! And this hairy beast, well that was that something! And look, Emmett was sitting right there to watch!

"Spoq!" He moaned, looking for his Blitzle in distress. Normally Spoq helped him keep Kourier distracted, since she figured out how to get out of her pokeball constantly and Emmett could not handle her alone. "Spoq!" He called again, his voice louder and demanding now. Kourier instantly let go of his leg and curled up, ears pinning back as she tried to decide where that noise came from, then realized there was a second leg! It HAD to have come from there! She growled and pounced both of Emmett's legs and he found himself again trying to fight her off, which only urged her to attack them more. He could sense her becoming more distressed as well as she tried to protect him from himself... or whatever she was god damn doing. Emmett nearly growled at his dog pokemon before spotting Spoq, who was off swooning his Deerling. Well! That was useful! He scoffed, again trying to pry the dog from himself.

Who else could help him? Niobe (his Deerling) and Spoq were usually the ones he trusted most. Spoq because they were partners and Niobe because she had a motherly feeling about her, which attracted little Kourier. Well... there was Rhuba, but the vicious Snubbull hated little Kourier. Cider... the Totodile, but he was still a work in progress and the two of them might be worse than just her. Veloc would probably be his best choice, but he could see the Sandile hurting his Growlithe more than it needed to... Finally, there was Tally, which might have been just right, if the Wailmer was not in Emmett's PC. He rolled his eyes and tried to think it over, but she was not letting up. "Spo-" He began to call out again, his voice booming through the area, only to be cut short by a new sight up ahead.

His hand had stopped fiddling with his belt (as he decided he no longer cared and the Sandile could kill the Growlithe for all her cared) and looked over what he now spotted. A woman, by the looks of it! Perfect! He immediately dropped his attention from Kourier and began trying to fix his hair, which was useless since he wore a beanie anyway, and straightened his shirt. He currently wore a wife beater with a long sleeve over the top of it. He was not really cold, although he could see his breath, and figured it was because everyone always called him a furnace. Perhaps he really did run a higher body temperature than most. He could hear his dog tags hitting each other as he fixed his shirt and they fell under it, but ignored them. Sunglasses quickly found their way to hang from his shirt collar (after using them to inspect his appearance) and he stood quickly to greet her.

However, this did not work well as Kourier was still fighting his legs. While he managed to stay on his feet momentarily, he quickly fell on his face. Not expecting it either, he did not manage to catch himself. Face made perfect contact with the concrete sidewalk and he could feel the beer that had been under the bench spill over his pants. Kourier yelped and cried from under him, but he did not feel bad. Maybe she would learn not to mess with him anymore! With a grunt, he stood up, feeling wet and colder than before. "Go figure," He grumbled under his breath, throwing the can toward the garbage can as he again straightened his clothes. His sunglasses were now broken (so he threw them too) and he was pretty certain he was wet the whole way down, just from making brief contact with the wet substance and the beer. His legs already felt sticky and he knew that all chances of the girl who had distracted him were gone. Especially since she was too, although he had heard her giggle.

"Fuuuck," He groaned, kicking snow at his Growlithe. {Growl!} Kourier responded angrily, ready to pounce his feet again, only to find herself smacking into Niobe's side. "Oh there you two are! About damn time!" He shouted at the Blitzle and Deerling. "Totally cock blocked me there!" He grunted at them. Spoq's ears dropped and the zebra-like pokemon rubbed against his trainer's pant leg in an apologetic manner. Stamping his hooves playfully, he was pushed away, but continued to rub on the trainer. {Blit Blitzle,} He cooed playfully, figuring that another woman would have to walk by soon. His tail wagged and Emmett felt a little better, although he did not understand his pokemon. At least now Niobe was distracting Kourier... right? And his best friend was here to help him with the next female that passed. That was a bonus. Although he still looked like crap and held his angry glare.