answering machine

[rivalappeared]

"Hey, you've reached Green Oak. If this is League business, leave a message. If not, I've got caller ID. What are you, 70? Whatever.

BEEP."

[Feel free to leave Green a voice message or a text message here, with date and time.]

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Ring ring ring it is EARLY MORNING December 5th

[rivalsweetscent]

[RINGRINGRINGRING GREEEENNNN PICK UP THE PHONE.]

[redisaloser.livejournal.com]

[A hand fishes for a buzzing Pokegear on the desk near his bed, and finally he picks up.]

...


... Hello... ?

[rivalsweetscent]

[Oops he woke him up.]

Green? It's me. Sorry to wake you... uh... I need you to do something.

[redisaloser.livejournal.com]

[Green moans lightly as he rubs his eyes, trying to wake himself up.]

... Uh huh... ?

ACTUALLY THIS IS THE 7TH WHOOP

[rivalsweetscent]

[Now that he's talking to his trainer its a lot harder to keep the worry out of his voice.]

I'm at the Pokecenter. I need you to... Oh, hold on.

[There's the sound of a woman's voice and Bulba answering her question with a "yes" and something about getting into contact with someone, along with some pen scribbling.

Good morning, Green.]

[redisaloser.livejournal.com]

[Great, and now here's some worry creeping into Green's voice.]

Why are you at the Pokecenter?

[rivalsweetscent]

Don't worry about me, I'm fine. [There he was back, and he heard that.]

It's Marie. I found him in the stadium in uh... ... He's in rough shape.

I need you to call Red.

[redisaloser.livejournal.com]

[There is a pregnant pause]

Crap. Alright. I'll call him. Stay right there.

[rivalsweetscent]

Mm. I'm not going anywhere. Thanks.