Thread: Pokemon Detective Agency(Me & Elphie)

Calvin jumped in the closet, and Camille hid under the bed. Through the keyhole on the closet door, Calvin saw a boy their age, who looked like a boy you'd see in a girl's magazine. He smelled of womanizer, and Calvin immediately pegged him as the type of guy who could easily seduce a girl.

"Hey, why is my window open?" The boy asked. His Russian accent was thicker up close. he went to close it, and looked at the beds. "Why are the beds messed up?" In the process of fixing them, he happened to catch a glimpse of Camille under one, though no one could tell. "Well... today seems to be my lucky day."

My, also in the closet, was very still.

"Well, little lady, won't you come out and play?" The boy asked, his Russian accent getting on Calvin's nerves. "I don't bite, sweetheart."

Camille came out, and looked ready to raise hell. "Let's get something straight. I ain't your sweetheart." She said.

"Aww, don't be that-" He was cut off by a loud slap.

Maya had to bury her face in Calvin's shirt to keep from laughing.

"You are coy." The boy said, rubbing his face. "I like you more and more."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Stop trying to-" From there it was silent for a few seconds.

By now, Maya was shaking with supressed laughter. Can I go help? She mouthed.

Calvin peeked through the keyhole, and gasped in horror. YES! GO! He mouthed. The boy had somehow managed to get Camille pinned, and was kissing her.

Maya burst throught the door ninja-style. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FRIEND!!!!" She yanked the boy off her and flung him into the dresser.

((Three cheers for genetic-enhancement!!!))

Camille sat up, breathing heavily. Her face was flushed, and she looked more then relieved. That boy seemed to really know what he was doing.

"Oww, what was that?" The boy asked, getting back up with some difficulty. Then gave grinned lustily when he saw Maya. "Oh, you wanted a round, huh? Well, I can fit you in."

Mata punched him in his Russian face.

The boy hit the wall, And rubbed his face. "Oh, you've got more fight than she does." He said, eyes flashing seductively. "This'll be fun."

"Get. Out. Now."

"Why would I do that?" The boy asked. "You obviously want me to stay. Besides, we're going to have-"

CLANG!

"Shut. Up." Camille was still flushed, and a shoe was missing.

My grabbed him by the collar. "You are going to go ask the boss for a differnt room or I will take sicorss to you nether-reigons."

The boy looked unmoved. "Bah. You do not have scissors. You're bluffing." He laughed.

"No. They're not." Calvin said, making his presence known*. He was holding a pair of very sharp kitchen shears.

The boy paled. "Wha-hey! You're-" He freed himself from Maya's grip, and beat feet out of there.

((*I almost put 'coming out of the closet', but someone might get the wrong idea.))