Featured: Zane and Ross
Time: Evening of and morning after his last post.
-Zane-
After Patrick, Maria, and Ross left to go and find Ross a room I wondered around inside of the room. The walls were a grey blue color and the window and door had a mahogany wood trim to then. The queen-sized bed was in the left corner with a little space big enough for a nightstand between the bed and widow. The dresser also had a mahogany finish to it and it was diagonally across to room from the bed. The closet was located right next to the dresser, which I figured I would check out how big the closet was later. The day’s events have taken a toll on my body so I figured that I should lay down and relax for a while to get off my feet.
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I woke up and yawned. This was normal for me to wake so early in the morning but like always I was half asleep. Stretching as I swung y legs to the side of what was now my new bed. I placed a hand on my neck over one of my scares. “I got these how many years ago?” I asked myself as I got out of bed and got dressed then wondered out into the hall of the first floor of the mansion. As I occasionally stumbled into the kitchen to get something to eat the thought about my scars “I think it’s been about two or three years now. I thought as I walked into the kitchen and started opening each cupboard to find the bowls, spoons and cereal. When I finally poured a bowl of cereal I went into a deep thought about how exactly I met Ross and why he gave me these scars.
-FLASHBACK-
It had been the two years since that day I bumped into Ross. Okay it wasn’t exactly bumping into Ross; it was more I was pick pocketing. I was running low on money and since Patrick had stopped stealing and doing people’s dirty work for them it was a bit harder for to get hired considering Patrick was more highly skilled in the sneaking around and lock picking. I was more of the guy that takes the people out or carries the heavier items. That’s why I was pick pocketing. I was trying to get better at the stealing aspect of my line of work.
Well I had already pick pocketed for a few days now and I was getting better at it. Not as good as Patrick but all I could do was keep practicing. As I was walking around the outskirts of town, I poked my heading a repair shop and there was no one at the front desk when I walked in. I quickly searched around for any surveillance cameras as I wondered around pretending to look for someone to help me as someone else walked in. He was tall and built a bit but because he was taller than I was I figured I could get away fast enough if I was able to pickpocket something from him.
I quietly walked to him and slipped my hand into his back pocket trying to find his wallet. I thought I was doing a good job until I felt my shirt tighten and then I was pulled up into the air, dropped on the ground, and greeted with a wonderfully painful knee to the stomach, knocking out all the air from my lungs. As I was trying to catch my breath Ross picked me up with Metal Claw by my throat and lifted me up off the ground and getting my eye level with him.
“What do you think your doing?” He questioned his golden eyes felt like they were piercing through my like a bullet.
At the time I didn’t know Ross was a Gijinka and a Metagross on top of it. “W-who are you?” I choked out trying to pry his hands away from my throat.
“Tell me who you are and why you were trying to pick pocket me?” He demanded.
“My name…is Zane…I’m a Zangoose gijinka.” I answered, “Can you let me go please.” I asked
“Alright, Zane, then why did you try to pick pocket me?” He questioned.
“Long Story, now who are you?” I stated.
“Ross, Ross the Metagross.” He answered.
That’s when the X on his face made since, he was a gijinka as well, but it wasn’t as obvious as I am with my fluffy white tail. “If you let me down I’ll tell you the short version of the story.” I offered. “I won’t run, I promise.”
What that Ross let go of my throat and I fell to the floor coughing. Lightly I placed my left hand lightly on my throat and pulled it away. He cut into my neck pretty good but he didn’t hit any of my vitals. After I could breath again I told him about Patrick and what had happened as well as how I got to where I am right now. He let me go and the cuts that he left were pretty much a warning for me not to do that again to him.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
“Zane you alive?” I heard a snap in my ear and I blinked a few times and looked up to see Ross on the other side of the table leaning on his hands.
“Yea, I’m alive, I was just thinking was all.” I answered going back to eating my cereal.
“Oh, okay, I was waiting for you to fall face first into your cereal.” Ross smirked and wondered over to the cupboards probably searching for a bowl himself.
“Bowls are above the sink and spoons are in the second drawer from the fridge.” I told him.
“Thanks.” He answered and a silence fell between us.
“Hey Ross…” I spoke up.
“What is it?” He questioned.
“Can we spar at sometime…” I asked.
“You want to Spar?” He stated with a questioning tone.
“I just want to actually see what you can do and it would just be a friendly spar, we wouldn’t be out to hurt each other.” I commented.
He didn’t say anything to me for a few minuets, “Alright sounds good, but even though it’s a friendly spar I’m still not going to hold back.” Ross answered sitting down at the table.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way Ross.” I smiled at him then continued with my cereal.
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Okay all done and now you all know at least Zane’s side of the story of how Ross and Zane met. I hope you like it. I drew a picture to go with this post but I’m not done coloring it yet. I will get it up soon though.
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Ross and Zane
