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Post by nebula on Dec 5, 2010 6:57:34 GMT -5
Lottie Fontaine glanced again at the crumpled sheet of paper she held in her fists. She'd gotten it from a Help Booth a couple of miles back, along with a map and some other titbits of information she didn't really need. But yes... the dark eyes scanned over the little images of available Pokemon at the lab. There was a Ranger Station option, too, but... well, Lottie didn't feel that this was an appropriate time to take a risk. So, finding the building she'd been looking for, stepped in cautiously, before calling out in a high, harmonious voice. "Hello, is anybody in here?" Didn't look like it. The place looked empty... Lottie nervously tightened her fist around the Pokemon list, fidgeting. The jeans and the tank top she was wearing were comfortable enough, but she felt slightly uneasy.
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Post by Warr on Dec 5, 2010 8:20:14 GMT -5
“Oi! Oi! Oi!” A regular war chant was being screamed at the computer screen as the computer froze up for the seventh time today. Reynold was tired of staring at this computer screen, his eyes had adjusted to the sunlight and even with the power back on- the assistant to Professor Winters had a slight headache as he looked at the screen, quickly typing in important information which the Lab hadn't been able to document during the power outage over the region. A dirty hand ran through tomato red hair of the lab assistant, the scientist having not decided to take a should take a shower until things were up to date.
He began to type in the habits of a particular aipom he had encountered, and as soon as he hit the p, the computer froze again, the cursor stuck between the i and the p. Rawrgh! He flipped a nearby table, stumbling from his chair, and pocketing the gyrados brand sports drink he had been sipping. He needed some fresh air, and as such began to walk towards the entrance of the lab to get out of the place for a bit. Only to see a trespasser.
“Oi oi oi oi!” he charged forward, a medium build man with medium features, not too good looking, but not ugly either. Tomato red hair and blue eyes, he might've seemed like a wild Syl monster as he charged towards the entrance. “Tresspasser, are ya? Trying to sneak in and take the Lab's Pokemon...?”
The assistant hurled a pokeball, only to have a Weedle land upon the ground, and give him a look that even the layman could understand as “Seriously dood? You want me to deal with this kid on my own? Do I look like a snorlax?” Of course it was just a look so none of those words were said, but needless to say, Lottie would find a regular red snorlax of a man glaring at her as he clumsily trotted to a stop.
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Post by nebula on Dec 5, 2010 8:25:57 GMT -5
Lottie had to think for a moment or two as she formulated a reply in her head; she hadn't quite encountered anything like this. The man seemed dishevelled and grumpy, at the very least; and the bored-looking Weedle just stayed on the ground, shooting looks of... contempt?... at it's owner. Picking at a pocket of her jeans, Lottie tried to explain herself, smoothing out her Pokemon list and showing it to the man. "No, no, I wasn't going to steal anything, I promise! I... I just want a Pokemon. I've heard you can get one of these from here." She waved the list a bit more at the owner before deciding to just dive in with her request. Forget beating around the bush - this man seemed harrowed, and so maybe it would be best to just get her Pokemon and leave as quick as she could. "I... I was hoping to get a Pichu." She explained, using a finger to point at the cute little electric Pokemon on the list.
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Post by Warr on Dec 5, 2010 9:13:27 GMT -5
Who said you had to have street smarts to work in the Pokémon Scientist Profession? If anyone did they'd be lying! Or at least the response that Reynold gave made it seem that way, his face becoming more pale and losing the red of rage for a moment. She wasn't here to steal Pokemon, just to get one handed to her. That was totally different, wasn't it? Wasn't it? Wasn't it? The Weedle blinked, giving that contemptuous glare to Lottie, and then the aide nodded. Of course it made sense, wasn't anything like each other either. Oooh, a Pichu. “Mieese, bleh.” he muttered to himself, before giving a nod. “You piss poor guard worm, go get me a Pichu from the storage area. And bring back a starter package as well.” The Weedle blinked, giving a 'seriously man?!?!?!' look to its trainer, before be giving a facial expression from Reynold that said 'yes man, seriously.' Slim Jim sighed. Its trainer really did think it was some kind of pidgeot or something. Pods began to move through the lab. Last time it had tarzaned with string shots, Professor Winter hadn't been too happy. The aide blinked, before checking his pants pocket as he waited. He needed a pen so he didn't lose the thought of how one could've used these Pichu for emergency power for the lab; and when he did a starter package fell out. And a pokeball which's red lid still showed the minaturized Pichu within the Pokeball in this light. Reynold blinked, picking them up. Nebula's Lottie Fontaine gains: Pokeballs x 5 Potions x 3 Pokedex x1 Level: 5 Abilities: { Static } Attacks: Thundershock, Charm, Tail Whip, Reversal Gender: Male Personality: Like Donuts, the rest you decide.
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