The wheels on the bus go-- OH MY GOD JENNY THERE ARE BRAKES USE THEM

[foolishwren]

Who: Anyone on the vans and/or big tourbus shuttling volunteers to Olivine City.
Where: ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP
When: May 23rd
Summary: Hey. Hey volunteers. It's time for a ~*~FIELD TRIP~*~
Rating: G-PG13 depending on the level of profanity reached every time Officer Jenny careens around a corner way too quickly.
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[itsthebutz]

A disheveled Larry sits curled up near the back of the vehicle. He looks like he's seen better days, and oh has he.

See, it was the best idea ever. He was going to ride over to Olivine to save the day with his bro Barney. But obviously he wasn't thinking straight in his post all-night party stupor, because he certainly was not expecting the ride to be so crazy. Still being slightly hungover mixed with being practically thrown around in a vehicle do not mix at all.

... He's not going to speak of his rude awakening either, but the bruise on his face might speak for him.

As the bus takes a big swerve, Larry latches onto the back of the seat in front of him for dear life. Settling back down, he mutters under his breath, "Okay, this was the worst idea ever. Who let me go through with this?"

[foolishwren]

Impaired judgment. The biggest side-effect of heavy partying. Poor Larry.

But fortunately for him, there is another individual on this bus who is feeling similar. No alcohol was involved-- just good old-fashioned motion sickness, enhanced by the fact that he was not allowed to stick his head out the window.

Cujo the Growlithe, unusually motionless and unhappy-looking, is curled up in a perfect sphere on Heather's seat (she appears to be elsewhere at the moment), and staring at Larry mournfully with enormous, traumatized brown eyes.

It is the deep, almost profound look of pure, mutual suffering.

He understands, Larry.

He understands.

Cujo sure doesn't LOOK distressed in his icon /shot

[itsthebutz]

After lifting his head up from trying not to lose his breakfast, Larry catches the Growlithe from the corner of his eye. He stares back for a moment, then he realizes it's Heather's Growlithe. How could he mistake the unique fur?

He lowers his hand, motioning for Cujo to come over. He figures Heather won't mind if Cujo has a buddy to be miserable with.

SOB I DON'T HAVE ANY UNHAPPY ICONS FOR HIM.

[foolishwren]

That's all Cujo needs.

He's not exactly a hard dog to encourage. Immediately he hops off the seat and goes scurrying over to Larry gratefully.

THANK YOU ORANGE MAN

I LIKE ORANGE TOO IT IS MY FAVORITE COLOR

D'awww, it's okay! At least you have icons for your Pokemon, haha.

[itsthebutz]

Once Cujo is all settled beside him, Larry gives him a good petting. Man, Larry's own Growlithe would probably jealous if she was out of her Pokéball right now.

"That's a good boy," he replies in one of those cutesy voices people use for their pets. "You're toughin' out too, huh?"

YEAH ahaha I actually need to make some more of those.

[foolishwren]

PETTING MAKES THINGS ALL BETTER.

Well, mostly, anyway.

The dog's pony-like tail thumps weakly against the seat and he lifts his head to try and lick Larry's chin, whining.