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Ratty old sweat shirt that long ago lost its color, hands in pocket, hood puller up over the face, but unkempt hair spills out from underneath it, appears in the morning, sits in one spot for hours, than moves by noon, only to show up again tomorrow, they never talk to you, you never talk to them, why? Because their bums, hobos, the homeless, someone who's fallen from the grace of society.
Muaville was famous for two things, one it's excellent game corner, two how poor it's people were. The only people who came to muaville were tourist looking to gamble, and trainers looking for a gym battle.
Hank swivel was a no name clerk at a no name store, but he was very lucky to be a clerk at this no name store, at least that's what his mom told him every day when he came home complaining, she would say the same thing every time, how no one can find jobs here, how because he didn't graduate high school he shouldn't even have a job. He was so lucky that the gods had blessed him.
"yes im very lucky, I get paid a whole eight bucks an hour" sighing he looked at his wares, a ,lovely collection of condoms, soda, beer for their usual cliental 5 dollar knick knacks for the occasional tourist, and once in a while they had some potions or pokeballs around, though 98% of their cliental was bums he didn't get why they even carried the stuff, it was all overpriced shit any way…
"sleeping again Mr. Hank?" Hank didn't have to open his eyes to recognize them
"it 11:10?"
"of course it is, I'll have the usual" hank sighed looking at the man before him, ratty old sweat shirt with the hood up, his dark tangled hair escaping from under it.
"one cheap ass beer coming up, that-"
"7.89 plus tax, see ya tomorrow Hank" taking his beer he disappeared. But Hank swivel knew he'd be reappearing tomorrow at 11:10, like he always did. He was a very strange man, but hank considered him one of his closest friends. Well hank was a strange man too being friends with someone whose name he doesn't know.
"Here we are the beautiful peaceful back water creeks of Muaville, you know any boat bigger than mine wouldn't have been able to get us here" here was a old dock probable used by swimmers in some wooded area. "And the time is… 11:43" Jim beamed at his passenger, who jumped off The Fairy and on to the dock keeping balance, quit a feat in ski boots. "so I got you here by noon, lets see my reward"
"oh yes that deal, well you see I never had anything you would find of value, sorry about that" before they could take more than 5 steps Jim had grabbed their arm and bent it painfully behind their back.
"you little shit, if you think I'll just let you walk away-"twisting around they slapped Jim hard, Jim responded by punching them. Due to their small size and the fact that they were wearing ski boots the momentum sent them stumbling back, than slamming into the dock. In the process their woolen hat fell off, reveling long curly brown hair. Which Jim grabbed a hand full of, ignoring their screams of pain he dragged them back to the end of the dock "you think im some sort of old seaman, giving you a ride out of the kindness of my heart? No you bitch you're going to repay me for driving 10 hours with no sle-"
"shut up will ya! You're scaring the Plusle and Minun" old ratty sweat shirt whose color long ago faded, long unkempt hair spilling out from under the sweat shit's hood. "it's their mating season you know?" in his hand was a unopened beer "it's not nice to disturb young love" setting the bee down he walked down the dock to where Jim was still holding his passengers hair "it's also not nice to pull little girls hair"
Stale mate is what they call it, with the man's hand on Jims arm, Jim still holding a hand full of hair, neither knowing what action to take
"First off, I'm not little, second, who said I was a girl?"with a quick jerk they freed their hair from Jims gasp, and stumbled behind the bum. "Umm bye" they took off running as best they could in the ski boots.
"sorry bout your arm, there'll be bruises by the morning, here take this" he gave Jim the beer. Leaving a shocked Jim sitting on the dock he went towards town
Most pokemon centers opened their doors as a shelter to any in need, this leads to them being either overly crowded or as big as hotels. The pokemon center in Mauville was very small, and unlike others only allowed people with pokemon to stay. This was mainly due to how many people were homeless in Mauville. This also lead to the Mauville pokemon center being almost completely empty 90% of the time
Being a nurse at the Mauville center Gina was use to all sorts coming in and asking to stay for the night, long ago she'd gotten over how weird they'd look. That was until one particular person came in, they were still in their pajamas, had on a huge rain coat, a woolen hat, and ski boots as shoes.
"I can stay here right?" they were pretty short, and pretty nerves
"uh, well only trainers can spend the night here I'm sorry"
"oh great I have a pokemon" rummaging through their bag they pulled out a pokeball "see! Oh could you heal him for me?" they held out the poke ball
"uh sure..." taking the ball from them she pointed to the line of chairs "if you'll wait there I'll heal your pokemon and find you a room" they nodded and clomped over in their ski boots
What a strange person, are the a guy or girl? Better yet, why ski boots?
"hey Gina! Got any beer" after take a few deep breaths Gini turned around and glared at the man behind her. Ratty old sweat shirt, hood down. Brushing his long messed up black hair out of his dark blue eyes.
"you know I don't Mr. J"
"oh please Gina I lost mine" he was crying like a Pichu
"you know listening to you whine is like listening to a Skitty squeal as you killed it"
"that's rather cynical for a nurse to be saying isn't it?"
"here just take it" Gina tossed him a tiny shots bottle from her pocket "now go on, it'll be sun down soon-"
"oh thank you miss Gina" he hugged her before she could continue, than hurried out another door
"that man is so annoying, he got dirt all over my uniform" she turned back to the healing station to check on the pokeball
"who was that man"
"damit! Do people just like shortening my life!" glaring at the now scared child who's sneaked up on her in ski boots no less.
"im sorry… it's just who is that man, he helped me out today and he's just so odd"
"your one to talk"
"hu?" Gina looked at the person before her
"never mind, he is kinda odd, I don't know much about him, your pokemon will be healed soon go wait"
"but, um… you called him Mr. J is that his name?" once again Gina sighed
"it might be, you really want to hear the story?" they smiled
"yes mam"