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[i][b]Location:[/b] [color=6ecff6]Celadon City[/color] / [color=6ecff6]City Centre[/color][/i]
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[hr][hr][/center][color=cccccc]With the sun setting the clouds in the sky were coated in a reddish hue, darkening as the sun dropped lower and lower. With the setting sun came the thinning of what had been thick crowds throughout the streets of Celadon City. From all around Kanto and further people had flocked for the annual festival and Corbin just happened to find himself there at that time. He had never seen so many people in one place and it was slightly disconcerting. People had pushed and shoved past each other all day as they rushed from attraction to attraction, more often than not dragging a small child kicking and screaming behind them. The noise of the crowds were briefly drowned out during the day by intermittent announcements over large and almost defeaning tannoy's spread through out the city. Luckily for Corbin the constant buffeting and noise from the crowds was subsiding with people returning either to their hotels or their homes.

With the appearance of the moon there was suddenly a silence that had not existed since the early hours of the morning and it was something Corbin was thankful for. He stretched his arms out wide given he now had enough room to do whatever he wanted and not have to worry about touching anyone. As he let out a soft yawn he looked around the street he was on and caught sight of a noodle bar. He often liked his plates to be covered in mountains of meat but seeing the noodle bar made him think of home.

Standing outside he took a moment to admire the building, a classically designed building tucked between the many modern concrete buildings of the city. He had always liked the character of older architecture when compared to the lifeless greys of modern day life. Apart from a brightly lit neon sign atop the door, the building appeared to retain the majority of it's old panelling and wooden frames. With a smile creeping onto his often smile free face, he entered the noodle bar.

[color=fffccc]"I'll be with you in a second son."[/color] The withering voice of an old man was directed at Corbin. He was on his hands and knees several feet from Sully scooping up glass into a dust pan. Closing the distance Corbin crouched down in front of the man motioning to take the dust pan and brush from his hands. [color=deepskyblue]"Here...let me help."[/color]

The old man looked up at the young man with sunken, aged eyes but cast him a smile of sheer gratitude. With an exhausted sigh the old man handed the items over before slowly and awkwardly rising to his feet. [color=fffccc]"Thank you so much. It has been a nightmare today."[/color] Corbin began to sweep the remaining shards of glass as the man continued on. [color=fffccc]"I don't know what it is about this festival but it turns people into animals. I've nearly ran out of bowls and drinks glasses because people keep breaking them."[/color] 

Sully scooped up the final sharp piece of glass and stood up. [color=deepskyblue]"I know what you mean. I have been in the crowds out there all day. It is a different world."[/color] Looking down at the glass Sully spoke once again. [color=deepskyblue]"Is there anywhere I can put this?"[/color] Smiling once more the old man gestured to a nearby bin and Corbin disposed of the contents as safely as he could.

[color=fffccc]"Come and take a seat. Let me get you something."[/color] Corbin approached the long wooden bar at the far end of the building, taking a stool directly in front of the old man. Placing the dust pan and brush towards the end of the bar Corbin's nostrils caught a whiff of the noddles the old man had been preparing. He eagerly peered over the bar to take a deep breath and savour the smell at the back of his throat. The old man laughed deeply before finally introducing himself.

[color=fffccc]"How rude of me...my name is Roach."[/color] Instantly Corbin replied. [color=deepskyblue]"I'm Corbin Sullivan but people usually just call me Sully."[/color] As he finished he realised what the old man said his name was and his face twisted in shock. [color=fffccc]"Heh...I know what you're thinking. Roach...roaches...bugs...kitchen...It's fine. This place is spotless and you won't find better noodles in Kanto."[/color] Reaching over the counter Roach place a steaming bowl of noodles in front of Corbin. The aroma drove the young man crazy as his mouth salivated in a way he had not experienced since setting out on his adventure. [color=fffccc]"Dig in Sully."[/color]

With chopsticks in hand Corbin began to slurp the noodles down, trying to be as quiet as he could in the process. His taste buds erupted with pleasure and he was overcome with euphoria. By time he could process the enjoyment of the food he was eating he was staring down at an empty bowl. [color=deepskyblue]"Wow..."[/color] Laughing again, Roach took the bowl from Corbin and began to wash it. Still trying deal with the wonderful taste Corbin dug into his pocket. [color=deepskyblue]"Thank you so much. That was the best meal I have had for a while. How much..."[/color] A hand appeared inches from Corbin's face before dropping to Roach's side.

[color=fffccc]"They were on the house."[/color] Corbin tried to protest but what cut off instantly by the old man. [color=fffccc]"With what I have had to put up with today, you offering to help clean up is like an early birthday present. So honestly Sully, this is on me. Besides, i've made more than enough in during this festival to let one nice lad have a free meal."[/color] 

Returning his wallet to his pocket Sully felt moved by Roach's generosity. Even if he had made a load of money, he didn't need to give Corbin any handouts. [color=deepskyblue]"Thank you. I really do appreciate it."[/color] Jumping from the stool and turning to leave Corbin paused, casting a glance back at Roach. [color=deepskyblue]"I'm likely to be here until the end of the festival. I'll try and come by same time tomorrow and give you a hand."[/color] Roach smiled and replied with a voice of sincerity. [color=fffccc]"I'd like that."[/color] With that Sully bid the old man farewell and headed back to his accommodation.
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