Man with the magic pants
How's it going everybody?
The name's Pockets and I guess I'm here because I have nothing better to do?
Feel free to talk to me and get to know me.
((Independent OC blog. Will hop between fandoms. Will be nsfw at times.))
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Hey now that’s alright. We all get sad sometimes, it’s how we make way for the happy you know?
Yeah.. /sniffles and rests her cheek on his shoulder/
I just wish I’d stop getting sad.
You want to talk about it? I got some time to kill right now.
Not really. It’s just relationship shit… Mh. … Yeah. Just. Stupid boring problems with relationships.
Is that all it is? Well then let me give you something.
-reaching into his pockets he fumbles around for a moment before pulling out his wallet, and pulling out a card he hands it over. Written upon the card in fancy letters it says “The Rich and Homeless Hotel. “A place for those in need.” Written below was a number to call to reach the hotel-
In case you need a place to stay alright?
Mmh? /looks at it, then up at him. Is confused by the gesture/
Is this where you’re staying? Or…? /thinks he’s propositioning her for something, to which she’s just utterly confused/ Thank you, but I don’t work outside of the club…
Oh. Oh! No no no no no!
Let me introduce myself. My name is Pockets Valentine and that is the name of my hotel. It’s a place I built for people on the bad side of life who just need a place to get their footing again. I mearly meant it as a gesture if you needed a place to stay for a few days, you know to clear your head.
-his face was a bright red as he realized what she meant. He would never ask someone he just met for that.-/
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Hey now that’s alright. We all get sad sometimes, it’s how we make way for the happy you know?
Yeah.. /sniffles and rests her cheek on his shoulder/
I just wish I’d stop getting sad.
You want to talk about it? I got some time to kill right now.
Not really. It’s just relationship shit… Mh. … Yeah. Just. Stupid boring problems with relationships.
Is that all it is? Well then let me give you something.
-reaching into his pockets he fumbles around for a moment before pulling out his wallet, and pulling out a card he hands it over. Written upon the card in fancy letters it says “The Rich and Homeless Hotel. “A place for those in need.” Written below was a number to call to reach the hotel-
In case you need a place to stay alright?
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/walks up to him cautiously, still sort-of shaking and whimpering/
O-okay.
-wrapping his arms around her lightly he just holds her and tries to calm her down-/
It’s okay miss, pockets valentine is here for you.
/hugs him back gently, then sighs and tries to stop crying/
Thank you, sir. I just get so sad sometimes… h-heh.
Hey now that’s alright. We all get sad sometimes, it’s how we make way for the happy you know?
Yeah.. /sniffles and rests her cheek on his shoulder/
I just wish I’d stop getting sad.
You want to talk about it? I got some time to kill right now.
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/walks up to him cautiously, still sort-of shaking and whimpering/
O-okay.
-wrapping his arms around her lightly he just holds her and tries to calm her down-/
It’s okay miss, pockets valentine is here for you.
/hugs him back gently, then sighs and tries to stop crying/
Thank you, sir. I just get so sad sometimes… h-heh.
Hey now that’s alright. We all get sad sometimes, it’s how we make way for the happy you know?
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gun-zemedic is followin me
No doc I mean like this.
-Stepping back a few feet he reaches into his pockets, and his arms sink down to his elbows as he bends back and a couch and potted cactus come flying out of the pockets-/
See? something heavy.
That is…impossible. How…? Is— WAS?! VHAT?! HOW—?
Is zhere a vormhole in your pants or somezhing!? Not even vormholes have been proven so zhat— zhat is just unlikely! I…HUH!?
I can’t explain it either doctor. One day I was walking when these pants dropped from the sky, and from then on when I wear them I can do shit like that. The hard part is putting stuff back afterwords.
Vhat!? Zhat…*Shakes his head*
So…Can you control vhat you pull out?
So far the only things I know I can pull out is this cactus, my wallet, and a bent and dented bat. Otherwise it’s like a game of chance.
(via gun-blumedic)
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Anything I can do to help miss?
Mmh? /jumps a little at seeing him, then frowns and shakes her head/
No…. nothing that can be done. Just…
reminiscing…
Would a hug help?
Maybe… /sniffs/ Maybe it could help.
Come here then. Let pockets help.
/walks up to him cautiously, still sort-of shaking and whimpering/
O-okay.
-wrapping his arms around her lightly he just holds her and tries to calm her down-/
It’s okay miss, pockets valentine is here for you.