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Post by dimanche on Nov 4, 2010 20:46:42 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of crackling foliage permeated the brisk autumn air, cutting the tranquil settings with a heavy pattern. Tension hung in the air, static and unmoving. Twilight had fallen upon Cheyenne, starry and the boundaries of the world blurring into night. Just now, the Poochyenas dared to frisk boldly in the open, luminous eyes stopping short when they perceived a human in their midst.
Elisaveta Lidiya Kostov, however, wanted nothing to do with those smelly mutts. She had much better things to be doing, places to see rather than intently watching a couple of half-starved fleabags piss on each other. What brutes, she thought smugly, burrowing deeper into her sagging jacket. A gust gently blew her ginger bangs westward, the movement matching that of the long lavender scarf wound tightly around Elisaveta's neck. Her perceiving green eyes swept the area cautiously, tucking mittened hands into endless pockets. A nearby Kricketune started up an eerie melody, one that seemed more fit for Halloween that tonight. The notes, however, stopped at the heavyset oldschool headphones perched upon Elisaveta's head, usually blasting R&B into the girl's ears.
Tonight, there was no music.
Elisaveta chewed the inside of her cheek, her ratty sneakers scuffing up frosted dirt on the seldom-walked road. A battered old signpost marked a fork in the road, the left sign pointing to LAB and the right pointing to RANGER STATION. Deliberately, Elisaveta walked up to the post and stared vacantly at it for the span of several minutes. Her decision made, the girl took the right, to the station.
Twenty minutes later, she'd arrived at a dark building. It seemed ominous and sent a shiver of foreboding down Veta's spine - but fear was not an emotion that she particularly welcomed. Pushing any doubts back, the teenager kicked the bottle-green door rudely in a succession of knocks.
"Open up." she said hoarsely, eyes flickering around the pitiful facility. "I want a Pokémon. Or whatever it is you've got." Despite the unfamiliar accent Veta carried, she was certain that the person - that is, if there was anyone - would comprehend her brief words. | |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 4, 2010 21:58:58 GMT -5
Ranger Jordan ! [just a note: The Ranger Station is a tent, open in the day and closed at night, with one closed room for the Rangers. What you described in your post is the Laboratory building. xP I'll pretend she kicked the tent flap. I'm trying hard not to be anal about this, so please forgive me if I sounded like that. D8]
A grumbling could be heard in the depths of the Ranger tent as Jordan, seeing that the television had decided to rudely shut off while she was busy watching an episode of Ninja Warriors. Her actions could be compared to those of a man whose sports had been interrupted - she flung chairs over, punched the hard fabric of the tent, slammed her fists into the white, plastic table at which Rangers regularly chatted or played Poker upon.
Hitmonchan, usually in a great mood when his trainer was training in the night, was scared out of his wits at the horrific behavior she was exhibiting. He'd thrown out his tough-guy persona and resorted to quivering in a corner of the tent, shielding his thin, toned body with two red fists.
It was then that she heard a loud WHOMP - the sound of someone pounding the tent flap. Jordan turned and stormed over to the entrance, stuck her arm out, shoved the flap out of the way. "We aren't open." She growled, hauling the flap she'd just held open back in front of Elisaveta. She'd stomped a few steps back into the tent before she realized she'd just shut the door in the face of a guest; a Ranger was never permitted to show discourtesy. Spouting a curse under her breath, she hurried back and opened the flap again.
After clearing her throat, she attempted to clear her mind of rage and simply concentrate on doing her job. "A Pokémon? Sure thing, if you can take the power." She warned, giving a gleaming grin before gesturing for Elisa to come in. A few lamps were strewn around the tent, making things visible, but there were still many unseeable spots. Seeing that his trainer had grown a tad friendlier, Riley wandered back next to her and pretended he hadn't been cowering like a baby.
As Riley came back, he tossed a Starter Pack Elisa's way - a rather hard pitch for a Hitmonchan. As the sack flew through the air towards her, he grinned mischieviously.
Elisa obtains 1 Starter Pack, containing:
x 5 x 3 x1
TUNES|| Fefe Dobson - Bye Bye Boyfriend TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| Sorry for the correction. xD [/size]
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Post by dimanche on Nov 5, 2010 8:46:39 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] ( ooc: sorry, got mixed up hrnghhh :> )
Elisaveta waited patiently outside the tent, trying vainly to ignore the scuffles of sound she heard from within the heavy canvas. Her stomach fluttered a little, but she just quelled them with sheer concentration. When finally the door...flap? opened, she couldn't help a slight whimper. A scowling woman, dressed in crimson gear barked out, "We aren't open." And rudely, the woman withdrew as abruptly as before.
Elisaveta was shellshocked. That had been plain discourteous. "W. T. F." she spat out, sounding the letters clearly to express her rage. She stood there for a moment, small frame trembling with her fists clenched firmly. Red slowly colored her face, making the girl not unlike a shivering tomato.
Then the canvas parted once more, the Ranger reemerging. "A Pokemon? Sure thing, if you can take the power," she sneered. Elisaveta, who was quite not over her own anger yet, snapped out, "Hrnghhhh." And followed her inside the tent.
She was scanning the dim surroundings when out of nowhere, a hard-pitched bag came slamming into her face, knocking the girl back onto her ass. Elisaveta tore the STARTER PACK from her face, eyes livid. "- HELL!" she sputtered. What was going on with these people? Hastily, Veta stood up and dusted herself off. It was then she noticed the mischievous Hitmonchan in the corner, the prime suspect for bag-throwing. All traces of rage vanished as Elisaveta gaped at him. "Hey, hey, is this one mine or something? He's buffed up and fucking AWESOME!" she gushed excitedly, worshipping from afar. | |
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 5, 2010 8:56:49 GMT -5
"Um... no." Ranger Jordan shook her head. "This is mine." Her tone was a little hostile from her irritation at her TV. "Go get this guy a Pokemon, would ya?" she demanded of her Hitmonchan, who went sprinting into the bushes as fast as he could muster. There was the sound of a single punch, followed by a squawk of pain and the thump of something soft hitting earth. Hitmonchan then returned with a little black and white lump in both hands, which he dumped on the ground. Giving the Trainer a Pokeball, Jordan told the girl: "Here, capture it," Species: Starly Level: 5 Gender/Name/Personality: You choose Ability: Keen Eye Moves: Tackle. Growl. Sand Attack. Quick Attack
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Post by dimanche on Nov 5, 2010 9:21:52 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] ( ooc: hell yes starlykins <3 mmmm nomnomnom )
Elisaveta deflated as the Ranger woman curtly informed her that, no, that kickass thing was not going to be her Pokemon. Sneaking another glance of longing at the Hitmonchan as it dashed by into the bushes, the lone girl cleared her throat awkwardly. The bag that had near-squashed her face (her beautiful face! /sarcasm) into oblivion was still in her hands. Curiously, Elis wriggled the drawstring loose and scanned the contents for food. There were four spheres, all perfect and round except a cylinder in the middle. Three purple flasks of who-knows-what-it's-not-alcohol-right rested alone in a corner. A gizmo thing that beeped every few seconds was perched precariously on top of it all.
Elisaveta frowned and was about to query where the food was, until the Hitmonchan returned with a bundle of hopefully, not-dead-bird. She peered at the raggedly feathers, and jumped back when it let out a heartrending squawk. Taking the Pokeball in her hands absentmindedly, Elis stared down at the sphere with a sense of bemusement. "What's this supposed to do - oh." She cut herself short, recalling a short crash course on Pokemon 101 back in her elementary school days. "So I just, throw it?" she murmured to herself, flicking a thin wrist and watching as it mercilessly pounded the Starly on the crown of its head.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 5, 2010 9:40:46 GMT -5
Out of nowhere, a shockwave interrupted the brief discussion going on between the Ranger and the new trainer, making the earth vibrate in fear from the intense power. The TV that had been blaring on behind in the Ranger tent shut off the moment the mysterious occurrence appeared, and all at once the lights started flickering before finally going out.
<W.T.F.> The Hitmonchan copied the girl's words from earlier, though not fully understanding what they meant, he knew the conditions in which it should be said. He was a smart one, for something that had all brawn. The Pokeball in Elisaveta's hand quickly began to spark with electricity, becoming super glitchy as she threw it at the Starly.
The Starly was thumped in the head with the sphere, letting out a pained moan as it was sucked inside. But something was strange about it all-- the Pokeball crackled with electricity before abruptly releasing the Starly from its restraints.
"That...what...huh?" Jordan asked, peeking inside of the tent wildly. All of the power was off. Even worse, she had her Hitmonchan's Pokeball in her hand, and even it was beginning to spark. She growled, upset that the trainer's capture hadn't worked. Well, maybe it was her turn to try. She took out an Ultra Ball and lobbed it at the bird, and in the end, successfully caught it.
"Sorry about that. That's seriously weird. Take this Starly for protection, mmkay?" She picked up the Ultra Ball and handed it to Elisaveta, giving her a look of concern. Hey, just because she didn't like the girl, didn't mean she wanted her in danger or anything.
You Got the Starly! Draagi's edit: Uh, the electricity, was like, already off, but whatever.
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Post by dimanche on Nov 5, 2010 10:00:17 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] ( ooc: DANGER, DANGER, HIGH VOLTAGE /shot )
Just before she pitched the container, Elisaveta sensed a faint crackling in the air, like the tension before a storm. She gave pause for a fleeting moment, cocking her head to pinpoint the static buzz. The source became evident as a spiderweb of electricity spread its tendrils and shook the very earth to its foundations. Her balance thrown, Elis stumbled as the lights and TV in the tent behind her switched abruptly off, leaving everyone in near pitch black. The sphere in her hand glowed with malevolent sparks. Hastily, the girl threw it at the Starly, only to have it escape.
Elisaveta blinked. That wasn't normal, was it? She fidgeted, not sure what to do. She considered calling the Ranger back, but if the situation was normal, she didn't want to appear stupid, right? Her dilemma was solved when the woman, puzzled, lobbed a new sphere, black and gold, at the Starly and captured it successfully.
"Oh. Uh. Thanks." Elis coughed out, accepting the buzzing Ultra Ball. For some reason, this device had only the occasional stray spark lacing through its lacquered exterior. Perhaps it was a better model? "Yeah. Well. G'bye."
The awkwardness in the air was almost tangible. Giving a halfhearted smile, Elisaveta gave a quirky salute to the Ranger with two stiff fingers, turned on her heel, and hurried away into the twilight, still recovering from the wave of electricity that had crawled into the earth. | |
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Post by dimanche on Nov 5, 2010 10:05:35 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] FIN.
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