{Hurry Up}Frannie{I Have A Battle}

[Basset]

((DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO REPLY!))

Glancing back at Conan once more, Frannie narrowed her eyes before walking on. The Merchandise Booth couldn't be to far away, could it?

After what seemed like hours but was actually around 10 minutes, Frannie reached the Merchandise Booth, grumbling under her breath. She wasn't going to make be able to go on a long journey if she got this tired after 10 minutes. Even though the booth was just a few steps away, Frannie leaned up against a tree, breathing heavily. Hopefully she would get in shape soon. Austin soon joined her, his tongue hanging out. It seemed that the puppy also needed a rest.

Still clutching her side, the exhausted trainer staggered into the booth, Austin trailing behind her. Too tired to be rude, Frannie managed to ask the person behind the counter (in some unknown alien language) for what she needed before collapsing onto the ground.

[TBC]

(-slips into oldgeezer mode-)

The old clerk shook his head at the collasped figure as he went to gather the items.

"My word, kids today are out of shape. Why, I'm eighty..uh.." he brieifly puased to count his fingers," Six! Yes, eight six yers old and I have more stamina that people 20 years younger than me. C'ourse they're 60 and un-healthy but.." He continued his rant as he gathered the requested items, and hobbled back over to the counter.

" Right then.. Let me get out my glasses", he fumbled around in his shirt pockert for several moment before pulling out his spectacles. Polishing them gently(and slowly) he put them on and started adding up the total; manually.

Oi, this could take a while.

[Basset]

"Oh, shut up you old man." Frannie said, slowly turning back into her old old self. "And just get me my 4 Poké Balls and my 5 Potions." Why would anyone give this old geezer a job to get stuff for new trainers who were in a hurry? She would most defiantly have to talk to whoever ran this old crumbling booth. And it wouldn't be a nice talk either. Rolling here eyes, Frannie sat down and started to scratch Austin behind the ears. This was going to take awhile.

[TBC]

" What? No this cart isn't shut up. Then it wouldn't be open, ya silly lass."

After what seemed centuries, the old man finally gathered all of the items, counted up the total and annouced in a proud voice:

" That'll be 1150$ for thr four pokeballs and the five potions."

[Basset]

"You'd think the economy was in a slump or something." Frannie muttered as the man said how much. "I probably could have gone to the next town and it would be cheaper than this." Glaring at whatever was in her sight, Frannie handed the man her money before snatching the supplies away.