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fandomhighdorms2006-05-12 10:21 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening
It was shirtless Friday. James vaguely remembered that much from his educational conversation from somewhere in the coolest place in the universe.
Also, there had been nametags and sharpies slipped under his door last night, so James was certain to make use of both.
He was quite comfortable on the couch, watching a documentary on the television about Millie, the giant idolatrous cow monument, and intently soaking up all of the information that he could about the third coolest place in the universe.
Clad, of course, only in his pants, gloves, boots, and nametag.
{Just chillin' on a Friday night. Open for all of your nefarious fifth floor common room needs. Uh. If there is such a thing.}
Also, there had been nametags and sharpies slipped under his door last night, so James was certain to make use of both.
He was quite comfortable on the couch, watching a documentary on the television about Millie, the giant idolatrous cow monument, and intently soaking up all of the information that he could about the third coolest place in the universe.
Clad, of course, only in his pants, gloves, boots, and nametag.
{Just chillin' on a Friday night. Open for all of your nefarious fifth floor common room needs. Uh. If there is such a thing.}

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"Come to me, little pokemon!!"
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//Huh? AHHHH!//
Mr. Neilson has been around long enough to know the international raised arm symbol of "I'm going to get you neayh ah ah".
He lept into the air, making a lazy arch to land on James' head.
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"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to use you to become rich and famous!"
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//That's the last time I accept peanuts from strange humans with blue hair, cool boots, and mouths that are ridiculously small when closed and impossibly huge when open!!!//
Mr. Neilson bounced once on James' head as the human's arms flailed about.
Okay, maybe several timess.
The "pokemonkey" jumped from the boy's head to the kitchen table before disappearing into a drawer by the kitchenette.
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"Eep eep!"
//Yeah James, quit pestering Mr. Neilson!//
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James tried his best to look nonchalant.
"Pestering him? I was just ... making friends with him."
He straightened his hair and crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to hide a pout.
Team Rocket was blasting off thwarted once more. What a shame.
"Friends" .... He spotted the well-armed monkey and his eyes widened a few sizes. "That's all! Friends! Nice ... Mr. Neilson! Uh.. good boy!"
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"Eep epp."
//Friends hmmm? Good thing, otherwise Mr. Neilson was gonna have to cut a bitch.//
More peanuts would probably help.
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Had he known that the little pokemon also knew "swords dance," he would have been more careful.
Stronger precautions would have to be made in the future when attempting to apprehend this one.
He emptied out the last of the peanuts from his pocket onto the arm of the couch as a peace offering, then backed away very, very slowly.
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//Hmmmm.//
Mr. Neilson crept forward to the arm of the couch taking off his hat.
He peeks up over the side of the arm at James suspiciously. Without taking his little monkey eyes off him, he brushes the peanuts into the hat.
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There may have been beads of nervous sweat settling on his brow.
"I should be going now. Important things to be done, and all. Uh... Enjoy the peanuts."
With a nervous chuckle, he crept his way along the wall toward the door.
Next time, he would be sure to bring the proper equipment necessary for capturing such a dangerous creature.
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//Thanks for the peanuts.//
Silly human.