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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Nov 26, 2010 23:07:32 GMT -5
listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring 彡 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Leaves of a vibrant orange hue was scattered upon the ground, on which his soft footsteps were mixed with the crinkling and occasional crunching leaves. Suave as ever, the male scooped a handful of hair and raked through them with his skinny feminine fingers. His cobalt coloured hair fell, rather naturally, across one eye, while the other remained for him to see where he was headed. As much as Harper did care for his looks, there were the simple times where he needed to do basic movements, such as seeing where he was going. He let out a soft sigh. Oh woe it was for him some times.
But today however, was different. Today he had arrived on Cheyenne, albeit a little seasick, but nonetheless still standing and even making his way to the Ranger Station. He had originally attempted to make his way to the lab, but clearly something disastrous must have struck for him to be completely incapable of even touching the lab with a ten foot pole (no like he tried, but still) Frowned creased on the seventeen year-old's head. Nevertheless, Harper dismissed the predicament with a simple tug of his collar and a straightening of his vest. He adjusted his satchel casually, clearing his throat and heading towards the Ranger Station, as it was called. His footsteps were slow, but yet at the same time there was a soft spring to them, which somehow made him a little happier on the inside.
Raising his hand, he rapped sharply on the door, careful not to graze his knuckles and infest it with splinters. Terrible buggers they were, which left Harper preferring frosted glass. Still, he could not expect everyone to be as well off as he was, and rather, folded his arms across his chest and waited, one arm raised as he lazily coiled blue locks of hair around while he waited in boredom. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this post takes place at Ranger Station and is also 319 words long. post template is edited from which i take no credit. tagged here is/are modsies. thank you!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 27, 2010 0:33:58 GMT -5
Ranger Pete ! "H-H-Who's there?" A shrilly, breaking voice broke through the covers of the dark-red Ranger Tent no door, by the way xD after Harper had knocked on the thick flap. "I'm warning you...! Don't c-come any closer!"
... Whatever this guy's problem was, it was definitely mental.
A peek through the flap seemed to calm him down, and he heaved a sigh at the sight of a normal-looking young visitor. "I apologize. First day on the job, hehe. Call me Pete." He admitted, opening the flap wider so that his guest could enter. Once the light shown on him, the Ranger looked rather young - like he'd just graduated high school, in fact. No trace of a beard showed on his rounded, soft face. His eyes were timid, the creases around them expressive of how many times he'd frowned in worry.
Pete entered the tent deeper, his walk to the starter-pack cabinet briefly halted when his foot made contact with a stray pokeball. As his shoe touched it, he gave a yelp as if his life were in danger, then cowered for a second, dreading the thought of if he'd tripped on that thing. Oh, how horrible! He kicked the sphere away, then hastened his walk towards his destination.
Retrieving one of the bags from storage, he unzipped it and checked the contents to make sure they were devoid of bombs and such. Then, satisfied, he prepared to throw it toward Harper. But wait! That was potentially unsafe! So he paused in the hazardous action and walked, carefully, toward the visitor to hand it over face-to-face. "Here you go."
You obtain:
x 5 x 3 x 1
TUNES|| The World Ends With You - Deja Vu TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| <3 [/size]
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Nov 27, 2010 1:38:51 GMT -5
listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring 彡 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A slight shriek caused Harper to snap out of his daze, and he instantly noticed two things - One, that he had not been knocking a door, but rather a sheet of canvas. Secondly, that there was a most timid man of sorts behind the tent. Harper furrowed his brow, rather confused by this new development. He jumped a little as the strangely dressed man popped his head out, startling him even further. He finally made an introduction.
"I apologize. First day on the job, hehe. Call me Pete." To this, Harper nodded, and murmured his name without much thought about it. His attention, rather, was fixated on the queer timid male. He might as well be around the same age as Harper, judging by his youth and what not.
But his maturity, oh dear god no, was perhaps that of a preschooler. The male, Pete, or whatever his name was, was like a timid little Sentret that knew only to run away. He narrowed his eyes a little suspiciously at the boy, but said nothing. Harper watched as he retrieved a small pack of items, and accepted it with a small 'thank you' uttered at the last moment. All the while, Harper was inwardly facepalming at the childish ways of this supposedly grown man. Frankly put, Harper did not want to think about it. As he stowed the newly received items into his satchel, he could not help but to think he was still missing something.
Ah yes, a Pokemon, what he had come for to begin with. Harper softly combed his hair with his fingers once again, cooing to himself before he hummed softly, trying to recall some good tunes that fitted the current situation. Growing impatient by the minute, he crossed his arms and then remarked, albeit a wee bit shyly to the ranger named Pete, "Well yes, I'm supposed to be receiving a Pokémon of sorts here...?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this post takes place at Ranger Station and is also 322 words long. post template is edited from which i take no credit. tagged here is/are modsies. also, for last words, ilu too draagon ♥ thank you!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 27, 2010 15:03:18 GMT -5
::slowking:: Ranger Pete !Pete nearly started when Harper finally spoke, not expecting to hear a voice from him. "Oh. Yes! Will do. It'll take a little bit, sorry." He replied hastily, before turning and plucking a pokeball from his belt. From the depths of the sphere came a Slowking that towered taller than both of the humans. The regal Pokémon straightened his collar rather smugly, then turned to peer at Harper. A quick inference told him that Harper had grown impatient with his trainer.
"Ah, pardon my trainer. He's not too bright, but he means well." Slowking projected, directed only at Harper. The presence of a Starter pack in his arms and a lack of a Pokémon told him what he needed to do and, uncomplainingly, he turned and trudged out the back of the tent to retrieve a Pokémon for this arrival.
He came back not too long later, a bit of amusement on his face. Following behind him was a mobile rock bearing a reddened stone for a nose. "I didn't have to fight this one. It followed me home. I suppose I'm that charming." He said, grinning.
Pete stared at the Nosepass as if he were going to faint from terror, but forced himself to hand Harper a ball with which he could catch this chosen Pokémon.
Harper recieves: 1 Great ball
TUNES|| The World Ends With You - Main Theme TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| ... xD I don't know whether or not I should be amused. [/size]
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Nov 28, 2010 0:14:27 GMT -5
listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring 彡 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was a odd voice ringing in his head. He snapped his eyes to the Slowking, feeling a tad dizzy now that things were a bit clearer. Then again, the idea of a Slowking talking to him through telepathy wasn't the most pleasant thing that Harper could have envisioned. Feeling so vulnerable to a Psychic type, a Pokémon no less, was perhaps a most degrading thing he could imagine. Choosing to dismiss the casual thought, Harper merely nodded to the Slowking's apologies, accepting it as face value. Mattered not, he would be out of here as soon as he got his Pokemon, which he could imagine would not take any much longer.
The Slowking disappeared to what Harper imagined to be a back room, and to this he lazily fixed his hair in boredom, awaiting for the arrival of well, what he would guess was his "starter". Lazily, he scratched the back of his neck, drumming his fingers on his lower lip. Harper hummed, trying to busy himself while waiting for the Slowking to return. To his surprise, the Pokémon returned snappily, and a sense of relief overcame Harper. At least he didn't have to go complaining to the Association for terrible service with regards to obtaining a starter. Harper gaze flitted to the entering Slowking, before his eyes widened, half in disgust, half stunned.
He had to be frank that the thing was utterly horrendous. Still caught in a state of shock, his numb hand barely felt the Great Ball that he was now cradling in his palm. With a soft sigh, Harper snapped out of his daze and flung the ball without much thought, biting his lip in slight reluctance. At least he had Austin and Giselle. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this post takes place at Ranger Station and is also 294 words long. post template is edited from which i take no credit. tagged here is/are modsies. also, for last words, lololol trust harper to dump it asap ♥ thank you!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 28, 2010 0:32:07 GMT -5
::slowking:: Ranger Pete !The flung ball hit the rock ogre dead on the forehead only due to the boulder's eagerness to be caught. A cry of joy from its throat sounded before he completely dissapeared inside of the blue and red projectile, which then descended to the floor and shook only slightly before stopping. A few seconds passed; then a sudden ping broke the silence, signalling that capture was complete.
::nosepass:: Name: Type: Rock Gender: Level: 3 Ability: Sturdy/Magnet Pull Attacks: Tackle, Magnitude Personality:
"C-congratulations. And good luck." Wished Pete to Harper, still catching his breath from glimpsing that grotesque boulder rock thing. Slowking reached out and patted his trainer on the back, comforting him.
TUNES|| None TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| LOL, i'm expecting it [/size]
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