Rex
Resident Furry
OoC: Conflicting orders have left me a bit confused. I've decided to play it safe and make a topic for being directed to Nook Nick. As Sem has said things done in buildings have to be posted as being done in those buildings, but the closest topic that might be appropriate would be the Post Office Topic, which is for letters, and thus I wouldn't feel right posting this in it. Sorry if I'm breaking a rule, but feel free to yell at me later for it.
BiC: 6:00pm
The clock struck six as Rex entered the Post Office. Two Pelippers were located inside the room, though one quickly left. It appeared as though the Linoone had arrived just in time for the shift change, and the night Pelipper looked a lot less pleasant then the one who had just left did. He sighed, noting that everything and everything was going to go wrong for him today. The Pokemon approached the desk, almost freezing in place when the Pelipper's sharp gauze locked onto him. He was actually intimidated by the woman.
"Fresh blood? You must be the criminal the Sheriff was in here barking about yesterday. Try anything funny and I'll claw your eyes out," the Pelipper said, looking him up and down, "You don't look like much, city folk must be soft."
The Pokemon started to look through her papers, eventually pulling out a folder, and looking though it. Recognizing parts of it, Rex was able to note that it was his criminal record.
"Well isn't that juicy," she smirked, flipping the papers out of the way. Eventually, she came to something else that interested her, and pulled it out, handing it to him. "Give that to Nick, he runs the shop. I hope the Sheriff gave you a map, because I'm not wasting telling you where it is. Now then, get out, before one of the real customers decide to drop by.
Rex was quick to comply.
BiC: 6:00pm
The clock struck six as Rex entered the Post Office. Two Pelippers were located inside the room, though one quickly left. It appeared as though the Linoone had arrived just in time for the shift change, and the night Pelipper looked a lot less pleasant then the one who had just left did. He sighed, noting that everything and everything was going to go wrong for him today. The Pokemon approached the desk, almost freezing in place when the Pelipper's sharp gauze locked onto him. He was actually intimidated by the woman.
"Fresh blood? You must be the criminal the Sheriff was in here barking about yesterday. Try anything funny and I'll claw your eyes out," the Pelipper said, looking him up and down, "You don't look like much, city folk must be soft."
The Pokemon started to look through her papers, eventually pulling out a folder, and looking though it. Recognizing parts of it, Rex was able to note that it was his criminal record.
"Well isn't that juicy," she smirked, flipping the papers out of the way. Eventually, she came to something else that interested her, and pulled it out, handing it to him. "Give that to Nick, he runs the shop. I hope the Sheriff gave you a map, because I'm not wasting telling you where it is. Now then, get out, before one of the real customers decide to drop by.
Rex was quick to comply.