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Post by umbreon on Dec 5, 2010 21:16:14 GMT -5
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Krystal had quickly learned that being confused was a horrible, evil thing if one was in Cheyenne, as a whole. All she had gotten was a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, and before she knew it, she was lost. Just now having found her way out of the forest that had sprung upon her who-knows-how, she was exhausted and definitely not looking forward to the next leg of her journey.
Not to say she wasn't excited, of course. She was very excited. More excited than she had been when she left home, because at that time she hadn't known what Pokémon she was going to pick. Now that she had gotten to see what Pokémon Cheyenne could offer (she had picked up a leaflet from one of those information places), she had her eyes set on the Torchic. She had always liked fire, and a Torchic would be fun to have, and probably easygoing too. Well, she hoped it was easygoing.
She still had no idea how the professor was going to be though, and that had here in a somewhat nervous fit. Clad in black skinny jeans, a dark t-shirt, and a black cap, she didn't exactly look the type to be nervous - but she was. Appearances were often deceiving. Glancing at the lab, which was just now appearing, she huffed. Damn my insecurities, she thought to herself. Stupid parents ruining my ego...
Deciding to approach what she hoped would be the beginning of her journey quickly (and definitely not weakly), she started picking up her pace, and reached the door in a few minutes. Taking a deep breath, she knocked three times.
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Post by Warr on Dec 5, 2010 22:29:51 GMT -5
Reynold had finally finished that imput, after threatening to sick a pack of hungry Porygon's on his computer. So now the medium build, sort've common, messy and short cut tomato hair colored lab assistant stood at the side of the door, sipping hot Chocolate he had made Slim Jim go steal buy from the Pokemon Rangers. It was good, aside from lacking marshmellows. He took a deep sip, and another and another. Upon the third sip, he noticed a knock at the door. He tossed out a Pokeball, dropping a mankey out. "This is probably business, start heading to the Pokeball room to look for whatever."
Then he opened the door, giving a half-hearted smile. "How can I help'ya, lassie?" He gave a nod. "Ya hear for your first Pokemon, or you sellin' something? Because I told Eevee monthly last week we don't want none of their publication here."
Oh, boy did Reynold speak like a barbarian for being an accomplished laboratory aide.
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Post by umbreon on Dec 5, 2010 22:41:09 GMT -5
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After her third knock being cut off, she was greeted by a... sort-of gangly guy who had hair that was the color of tomato. That, and his hair was short. Well, there was no need really to debate on that, but really? She had to wonder if his sense of style was just that bad, or if he had been born with it. Poor guy. He looked kind of dead, too, and she spotted hot chocolate. He had probably left it somewhere, being the lazy looking guy he was.
... who was she to be making judgements right now? Shaking her head, she replied slowly, "I'm here for my first Pokemon, mister...?" Then she realized he didn't know his name. Deciding to ignore it, she plowed on determinedly. "I'm not selling any publications, just wondering if you had any Torchic?" She was definitely going to get her first Pokemon. She needed her first Pokemon.
Okay, really, she just wanted her first Pokemon, but it was true! She refused to wait for forever just for one Pokemon, especially when it was by... this guy. She eyed him up and down distastefully, and sniffed. There weren't many times when she acted this way, but, well. It had been a long day, and she was impatient. She was also not in the mood to be denied.
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Post by Warr on Dec 5, 2010 22:50:15 GMT -5
"A torchic, eh?" he raised his tomato colored Eyebrow to that. She was here for her first Pokemon, right? Okay. He could do that, then lock the doors and get some sleep. The tomato haired aide threw out a Pokeball, a Weedle appearing, yeah. Slim Jim the Weedle, who gave his trainer a distasteful glare. Was he going to make him dust behind his computer again...? Really?
"Slim Jim, keep this girl company while I go help Robert get a Torchic. And if she tries ta steal anything, string shot her. Those're ordars, got me you lazy Weedle...?" The hairy bug shot him a glance of contempt, but stood it's ground as the trainer began to walk off to get the Pokemon.
"Weedle wwwwwweeeeeeeedle." it muttered to itself.
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Post by umbreon on Dec 5, 2010 23:26:26 GMT -5
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He seemed to look condescendingly at her for a moment (though Krystal wasn't sure if she had imagined it or not), and then let his Weedle out. The instant Krystal saw the Weedle, she melted. Well, not literally. But she had adored Weedles ever since she was small, its kind being the first of Pokemon she had actually met. It had been nice to her, and she in turn nice to it, and they had gotten along marvelously.
This one did seem weird, though. Perhaps it was the trainer's influence. As he left, she heard him tell the Weedle to String Shot her if she tried to steal anything, and she scoffed. "As if I would steal anything... I'm not that desperate, you know," and turned to the Weedle happily.
"Hi, how are you? I'm Krystal!" Her mood seemed to suddenly change from that of a irritated girl to a cheery, excited one. She had been around a Weedle first, which was what made her so comfortable around the small bug Pokemon. It was easy to imagine herself with them, and she started to fall into the happier memories she had had as a younger child with the Pokemon. "Actually, I should probably ask what your name is, shouldn't I?"
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Post by Warr on Dec 5, 2010 23:49:52 GMT -5
The Weedle blinked at the girl. His name? His trainer had said his name, and for a moment he looked at her as if saying 'hey rewind your brain tape.' But then the Weedle shrugged, looking at her contently, even if he was a bit tired too. He had had to protect this huge building from break ends along with Reynold and Robert the Mankey while the Power was out. Then his pods had to help clean the dust and get the computers working. Yes. A weedle with an IT degree, that had been his dream. Before he realized he could neither read human words nor write, and thereby could not pass the licensing tests for computer repair. Minutes passed in silence, the Weedle amusing itself with bobbing back and forth on its pods; and then Reynold returned, a hand going through his hair and a Pokeball in his hand. It looked to be empty, but there was a Torchic happily nesting in his hair, repeatedly trying to say 'yeyyeyyeyyeyyey!' in poke-speech. Robert the Mankey chewed on a berry bar his owned had grabbed for him, Torchic had apparently been fed one from the purple stains on it's beak. The lab assistant gave a nod to the girl as he came within a few feet of her, and tossed the girl a cloth package. He unenthusiastically recalled the Torchic into its Pokeball, and tossed it soon after. A haphazard drop of a berry bar for Slim Jim, and the trainer gave a nod. "Take care of 'er, she's been my favorite Torchic her." Nebula's Lottie Fontaine gains: Pokeballs x 5 Potions x 3 Pokedex x1 Level: 5 Abilities: { Blaze } Attacks: Scratch, Growl, Night Slash Gender: Female Personality: You decide. ooc; Sorry. xD If the Mod posting is posting short you don't have as much to work with.
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Post by umbreon on Dec 6, 2010 16:55:23 GMT -5
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In a bit more of an unhappy mood than she had previously been, since the Weedle hadn't really responded to her (maybe he was unhappy? She frowned at this thought). Or maybe he was just tired. The Weedle was bobbing back and forth, and she smiled, thinking that she had seen her Weedle friend do the same when he was at least content. Well, at least that was as far as she remembered. She didn't remember particularly much about her past-as-a-child. She thought of it as her mind protecting itself from her own almost depression styled feelings at that time. Shaking her head, she resolved to keep on this new life, and not think about her old one too much. It would be the end of her, she knew.
The... person, aide, whatever, came back to what appeared to be the front room with a Torchic nestled in his hair. She supposed that wasn't weird, though there was no making sure. After all, one had to wonder why his hair didn't burn. Maybe it was because his hair was already tomato red? Back to her more cheery mood, she accepted the Pokeball graciously. At least she was over with the first step. Now onto the first trail it was...
Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as she had anticipated it to be. Waving goodbye the the Weedle and maybe the aide, she walked out of the lab again. It looked like it was sort of dark, and she wondered if she hustled she could get to the trail quickly. Well. She sure hoped so.
[[closed]], probably
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