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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 27, 2010 15:16:16 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett couldn't force herself to sleep that night for some reason. Perhaps it was because she was setting off, finally leaving her dreadful house, to go on an adventure. She'd finally be doing something with her life. But she? excited? .. please. There was no such thing.
Scarlett snuck out of the house before anyone else was even awake, at approximately 5 a.m. Although she was tired and listless, trying to go back to bed didn't do her any good. So, taking up her bag and a few changes of clothes, she stuffed some breakfast and food supplies into her bag and left without so much of a goodbye.
Along the way, she stopped to see the sun rise over the horizon, her eyes showing no trace of emotion as she reveled in the beauty. Perhaps it was an unrecognized blessing that she'd been rudely woken so early.
Along the way, she saw the sign pointing toward either the Ranger Station or Lab. Some sort of poster was taped on the Lab part - "Caution: Lab currently inaccessible." "Hah," Scarlett said aloud, a bit amused by this. Whatever. Not like she was going to care - the ranger station was more her forte anyhow.
She walked up that path, rubbing her eyelids when they showed signs of drooping, until finally she glimpsed the sight of a huge tent and an even bigger enclosure behind it. Saying nothing, she made her way up to the entrance flap and swiftly kicked it with her right shoe.
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| The World Ends With You - Three Minutes Clapping TAGS|| Scarlett ! A ranger, please? C: TALK|| herp! <3
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 27, 2010 15:53:41 GMT -5
::rangerm:: ::marshtomp::
Ranger Dirk
<Ow! Hoes be trippin! Or in this case, they be kickin!> A yowl emerged from the other side of the Ranger Station's opening. Scarlet's foot had just made contact with a squishy, slimy creature from the other side of the tent flap, luckily sparing her from any mucus on her shoe.
"'Ey! Whose-a-kick'd Marshy-boy?" A deep, harsh voice echoed from the other side of the tent. He just ordered his Pokemon to snatch him a beer from the outside cooler, and now his Pokemon, his pride and joy, was in pain. Whoever was responsible was about to get an ear lashin'!
"Was it you?" Big, fat, and hairy finally got his rump off of his chair as he forced open the tent door, scowling at the cocky looking woman in front of him. No matter. He was at least in his 30s, and Ranger Dirk had a no tolerance policy for Marshtomp Abusers (ironically).
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 27, 2010 18:27:57 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett nearly jumped backward when she heard the exclamations of something she'd just kicked. It had felt nasty and squishy on her foot, and the lingering feeling made her feel awfully squeamish. Suddenly, an accompanying English inquiry broke through the fabric of the tent as well. When it was forced open, Scarlett took a step back, but hardly blinked at the sight of the fat Ranger in front of her.
Eyes narrowing, she fired back a retort. "Yes, it was me. Lucky I didn't kick him that hard; I have enough energy to kick you even harder." She replied venomously. "So, are you going to help me or should I catch a pokemon myself?" She snapped, her face neutral except for her half-lidded eyes.
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| None TAGS|| Scarlett, Ranger Dirk :> TALK|| ;]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 28, 2010 12:54:46 GMT -5
Ranger Dirk
"Ah? Ah? You back sassin me? You back talkin' ohhh Marshy-Boy she's a back talkin!" Dirk howled, slapping his knee for a dramatic effect. Even more clear right now was his breath that reeked of alcohol, and the little hairs that curled around his chubby face. In no way was this man attractive in the slightest.
"Awww, I don't like lassies like yous. Yous sicken me." He growled, pointing a finger obnoxiously close to her face, as if he was trying to poke her. His Marshtomp grumbled, annoyed at both humans at this point. At this rate, this girl was never going to leave. The water type slunk off into the tent and brought out a starter pack, avoiding eye contact with the girl.
"Aww, Marshy. Why you goin' do that?!" Dirk argued, managing to give the blue beast a whack on the top of the head. Damn. Trying to go against his will like that. Disgraceful. "Go n' get a Pokemon, yerself ya buffoon." He huffed, crossing his arms Indian style. He wasn't going to help his Pokemon get a Starter for the lass now!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 28, 2010 13:25:17 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett didn't know what to think. Was this what they called good service in Cheyenne? Who was the idiot that hired this fatass beer guzzler? She nearly wrinkled her nose at the stench of alcohol and filth emanating from the hairy man. She glared at him indignantly as he sassed her.
It was then that he launched his finger dangerously close to her face. Did he seriously say that she sickened him? Now she was pissed. Regardless of the fatness of the finger held in front of her face, it was the perfect opportunity. She leaned forward and bit down viciously on the pointed finger. At the taste of fat man flesh she recoiled in distaste.
Then the Marshtomp came. She was glad that, regardless of her accidental kick in his hiney, he was still willing to be welcoming. Her gaze softened only slightly toward the water Pokémon as she accepted the bag of items, but became one of indignance when she straightened once more and glimpsed the figure of the fat Ranger. "You know what? I will. A lazy fatass like you would only slow me down." She hissed before walking briskly him into the back Pokémon enclosure.
Now, how would she go about doing this? With the pokeballs supplied to her with the starter pack, it would be possible, at least. She bent and gathered a few rocks to toss at the first Pokémon she saw, then walked around, eyes alert for a target.
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| None TAGS|| Scarlett, Ranger Dirk TALK|| x'D
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 28, 2010 16:17:20 GMT -5
Ranger Dirk
Something was out there lurking. Watching. Adorable black eyes were focused on the Absol hat on Scarlett's head, wanting the thing for itself. She was so big though, and how could one go about taking such a precious item from such a frightening person? The Cleffa thought for a minute, watching with sneaky eyes.
It actually did have a trick for stealing cool stuff, but it had little practice on big things like humans. Still, it had to give it a shot. Holding its breath, it waddled closer to the human was adorable, pitiful eyes. It let out a small squeal, as if to draw her attention to it. Then, out of nowhere, it was a TOTAL NINJA STRIKE.
Covet was the move the Cleffa used to try and swipe that Absol had. How it wanted it on its own head! It was so cool and cute, that it had to belong to it!
::cleffa:: Level: 5 Gender: You Choose Abilities: Cute Charm + Magic Guard Attacks: Covet, Pound, Encore, Charm Note: Likes hats.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 28, 2010 19:03:26 GMT -5
s c a r l e t t c a t a l y n n Scarlett was beginning to think that this was a bad idea, what with the creepiness of walking around in a place filled with pokemon that were probably watching her. Stalking around. In fact, she could feel eyes boring into the back of her head... or hat, rather.
It turned out her sixth sense didn't lie. All of a sudden, she heard a squeal, and she only had a minute to look down and see the adorable expression on Cleffa's face before, abruptly, the thing was on her freaking head. "Oh Arceus! What the hell?!" She cried out as the Cleffa swiped the hat off of her head. She looked down, eyes searching for the little pokemon, when she saw it a small distance away with the hat on its head.
With humans you couldn't be certain about their motives, but pokemon, she knew, were far more innocent. At the little Cleffa's antics, she couldn't bring herself to be less amused or smitten. A small smile adorned her features. "It looks good on you," She complimented. Then, taking a pokeball out of her bag, she tossed it in the Cleffa's direction.
Used x1 pokeball.
Of course, no matter how much the ball malfunctioned, it was still strong enough to catch the little guy. When the ball stopped moving, she picked it up, and with a satisfied grin she walked back through the tent. This time, she made sure not to kick any unfortunate Marshtomps with her foot. Or other ranger pokemon. That wouldn't have been good.
With a last parting, somewhat apologetic look toward the Marshtomp, Scarlett set off toward the route.
i'm a d i s a s t e r TUNES|| None TAGS|| Scarlett, Rangers TALK|| done~
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