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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:51 pm
The food was vanishing, the taste not-quite-right for real meat. There was a lot of salad, too. If Robby had time, he'd probably realize it was tofu stuff.
He didn't, though. Where it would seem to anyone else that this might be anyone's contest, the obese lad had realized he was slightly behind. Just slightly enough that, as they neared the final piece of food, a tofu combusken cooked just so, he knew he couldn't reach it first. He'd only get a leg.
No. That wasn't right. He was the best. He was Robby Tobb. He couldn't lose. Gravity seemed to alter as his eyes flashed, and the food moved just enough that, as he reached, he knew that the two of them would be on equal footing with the grab, the leg.
"LAWRENCE!" The obese lad yelled, as he gripped the leg, a tug to be sure the other wasn't taking it. The only piece of food that hadn't disappeared instantly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:55 pm
Goldberg had grabbed the leg at the same time that Robby had. Instantly, he stood up. "ROBBYY!" His voice boomed so loud it'd drown out the music. Stepping to the side, with the intention that Robby follow, Goldberg stared him down."I won't give this up to you!" he shouted and he'd pull against the chicken as he released a fist toward Robby's face, intending to win this.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:58 pm
Robby followed, and his eyes were on the man. "It's mine!" He yelled, pulling with one arm as his own fist went out, towards Lawrence's face.
The blows would both land on their marks, Robby's striking the large man's face, and the large man's hitting Robby's in proper "cross counter" fashion. As Robby stumbled back, the combusken would rip in half, and his own would be gone in an instant, before he was even back to full awareness.
A tie?
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:01 pm
The food was gone, consumed, it was indeed a tie.
"Heh," Goldberg grinned. "We need a tie breaker." He took the card he'd won at the previous contest from his wallet. Free food for life at the restaurant they had been at. He tossed it to the floor. "First one to pick it up wins."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:03 pm
Robby looked up at Lawrence. "Deal." He said, and began to move, charging at the card.
His hand was reaching down for it, moving at the speed of a mighty obese lad, the same speed he'd managed in the Dreamyard. No. Faster.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:04 pm
Goldberg would grab Robby's wrist before he could, hauling the lad up and lifting him over his shoulder to throw the obese lad cleanly away from the card as Goldberg moved passed it, to stand where Robby had stood.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:06 pm
Robby was thrown? His body flew threw the air, and the obese lad fought surprise. He shifted as he moved, landing with his training in parkour, his foot struck the ground, a floorboard, and it lifted. At the other side? The card that had been thrown. It was coming right to him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:07 pm
Goldberg charged then, clearing the distance in a second. His fist shot out, toward Robby's face, to smash through the floor board and catch him clear. His other hand rose, to make a grab for the card.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:10 pm
The fist. Robby didn't need to know it was coming, it was instinct. A floorboard flying at his face? And a Lawrence charging? His head swung in a headbutt, almost by coincidence right at the giant's fist, smashing it after it passed the floorboard.
His hand was up, grabbing Lawrence's wrist, his other hand moved, quickly, and in a moment, he was moving to toss Lawrence over his shoulder.
If this worked, he'd have the card before it even hit the ground.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:11 pm
Goldberg was thrown, flying clear across the floor to land as Robby obtained the card. "Good one," he said with a grin. Standing up straight, he shrugged his shoulders. "You won this one," that grin never faded. He enjoyed it, even if he lost, as long as it was interesting. "And it's Goldberg, by the way."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:13 pm
((Thank god that's over. At least nobody was hurt))
Thousands of miles away, the water began to pick up. Earthquakes reverberating through oceans incited powerful waves. Little did the Japan Region realise, a Unovan eating contest was about to decide its fate.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:14 pm
Robby looked up, stood fully again as the giant spoke. He found himself nodding as Lawrence spoke. "You're pretty good too." The obese lad said, pocketing the card and beginning to munch his chips.
"And that's pretty badass. I'll remember it." And it was. The obese lad then looked around to see what else was happening at the party.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:27 pm
"Catch ya later, Robby." Goldberg walked way. He needed to find Jump - the guy owed him money.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:59 pm
((Day 5 of Sal's journal is up y'all))
Jump scratched the back of his head. He, along with Zack and a few other friends of theirs, had successfully defeated Team Galactic ten years ago and locked the orbs away in a World Government vault. It looked like Plasma was digging into something deep.
"What do they already know?" Jump asked as he grabbed the paper. "Like, what does it say, right, uh..."
He tilted the paper to the side, trying to see if it would be easier for him to read it that way. It wasn't. Jump just circled his finger around every wall of text.
"Like, riiiiiiight here. We might not be able to just go and fight them, but if we can figure out what Plasma wants maybe we can keep it away from them."
****
"It's hard to tell what pokemon are thinking," Reid said, although he knew that didn't apply to him at all. "So I'm not sure how much of training is conditioning either. But people have been conditioning each other since the beginning of time." His eyes narrowed and he looked to the rest of the dancefloor. "Human society believes in manipulation."
The psychic coughed, trying to segue out of what was a touchy subject to him. "I believe there are some World Government representatives here tonight. Possibly from Interpol as well. There is supposed to be a special announcement about a sponsor for Team Plasma, but it's being kept secret until the reveal."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:08 pm
((Wooo~))
"So you're here to impress them as well?" Henrietta asked. He'd said it before, he needed to make a good impression on communities present.
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