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Post by CASTAWAY on Oct 23, 2011 11:58:25 GMT -5
casanova ranger ! people bustled down the streets. not a whole lot, but much taller and scarier looking than the little girl running down the street. okay, maybe she didn't look intimidated at all. her legs were pumping, hair billowed out behind her in small waves. her pointed bangs splayed behind her head. in the shape and similarity of.. pikachu ears?! odd. it seemed she held a resemblance to the uncanny pokemon. however her way of dressing was contrasted. buttoned down in a soft ruffled pink skirt, overdone with a white blouse and tied up with yellow and pink colouring. she almost looked like a school girl. she even had extremely tall pink and yellow striped socks covered by sleek black flats. she was cute, in a girlish fashion. and at that moment, it appeared she was racing down the street, no real idea of where she was heading. forward, obviously.
her hands gently knocked people out of the way. other than a few annoyed shouts of 'hey!' after her racing body, no one was bothered by her hasty passing. her breath came in short bursts, eyes scanning ahead. looking for a sign. any sign that pointed either in the direction of the pokemon lab. or stating she had reached it. out of the corner of her eye she saw the word lab. but it didn't dawn on her until she'd passed it. at once she halted, having to resort to grabbing a fence in her haste to stop herself. cassie's feet slid to a halt, then slowly backed up and sent her right back down the road again.
it was just like her to miss important things like this. though she was happy with herself that she'd actually seen the sign. this time, anyway. who knows how many times she'd run a circle down the street. how many people heads turned to watch her, then turn around and go. 'huh..? didn't she just.. oh, nevermind..' when she ran around the block a dozen times. her faded blue eyes caught sight of the wooden sign, framed with beautifully detailed designs. on it, in actually large letters was 'the lab'. again, very beautifully designed. it looked like it would have been almost impossible to have not seen it. unfortunately it seemed that casanova, the short, blonde and pink haired girl standing there. had missed it at least a dozen times. she was out of breath, and trying to catch it. but instead she just turned on her heel and pushed open the large doors.
right into the lair of the dragon. metaphorically. it was actually just professor winter's lab. her black shoes clicked quietly in the halls, her hair bobbing over her shoulders. she had wide eyes, looking all about her. amazed, frightened. all the emotions one could have, bottled up inside of her. her lips parted to speak, but she held it back. no use yelling in a building that looked empty. from afar she could hear the soft sounds of pokemon, however foreign and too muffled for her to make out. her left hand leaned out to rest on something, however that something she thought she'd seen happened to have been behind her. at this she stumbled slightly before regaining her footing. her pale cheeks blushed a darker shade of red.
no use embarrassing herself more. her voice rang out clearly, and she hoped not too loud. " professor winter? are.. you still in? professor winer? " oh. she hoped she hadn't spoken too much. she knew people thought she was too bouncy when she talked to much. she just wanted a good presentation of herself. goodness, was her hair okay? hands reached up to touch it. shoot, no mirror. oh.. this day wasn't going to end up good, was it?
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 23, 2011 12:11:32 GMT -5
Professor Winter ! It was one of the few days of the week where Winter was mostly on his own and not just busy over work; he'd gotten that all done last night so that he could mostly relax today and help take care of his pokemon. In fact, he was busily feeding the Buizel their chow when with his trained ears he heard the entrance doors close. Somebody had made their way in. Shutting the windowed door behind him, he hurriedly made his way towards the front lobby.
"I'm here," He answered as he approached. As he came into her view, though, he tripped over something he left on the ground. Thinking fast, he bent both arms so that he'd land on his elbows. He landed with a boom and a clatter as his glasses came off his face, sliding towards a corner of the room. Oh no, that wouldn't do - he could hardly see without the help of his glasses. Shaking his head, he got up and looked around. Everything was a blur. Oh dear, oh dear.
"Very sorry about this, but can you help me get my glasses?" He said in the most professional voice he could muster. But he really was just hoping they wouldn't get stepped on. He'd broken so many glasses in his time as a professor that it almost wasn't funny anymore.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Oct 23, 2011 13:13:18 GMT -5
casanova ranger ! with a mouth set in an 'o', one would think that she was stone. she still heard the faint echoing of the professors response to her outright calling. but just as soon as he'd spoken, the offset choke coming from her own mouth blew over. she hadn't even really known what she was going to say until she said it. " professor winter! watch out! " she didn't know what he'd tripped on, as she'd only seen it at the last possible second. but he'd stepped on it, or perhaps behind it and mistaken his footing. either way it seemed his body was laying on the ground, the skittering of something flying off in the other direction startling. something had flown off of his face! another look of astonishment flooded over cassie's innocent face. at once her voice rang out again, this time softer. hesitant. " oh, dear. are you alright? " she bent forward, peering down at the fallen professor.
she was just about to lend a hand when she realized he'd asked her something. she had to rerun it through her mind. her eyes flitted around the room, looking for whatever he'd wanted. there was that.. thing he'd tripped over. hmm.. she stood up, brushing her hands on her pink skirt. she tilted her head, blond curls bouncing slightly. she then trotted off to the closest corner, eyes sweeping the scene. there! under that bench. she bent down and crawled under it, hand groping for the glasses the professor had lost. when she looked back to see if the professor had gotten up, she realized that he hadn't even moved. once her small hand closed around the object, she pushed herself out from under the bench.
it was held in her hands with pride. " is this it? " she walked towards the fallen professor, glasses in hand. she looked at them, examining to make sure they weren't broken or anything. she hadn't seen a lot of people who wore glasses. but she assumed that the professor had good reason to have these. she knelt down on both knees, glasses placed in her palm and outstretched to him. " that was kind of funny.. " she giggled slightly, a happy smile on her face. her eyes were bright, and she backed away once she was sure the professor would have taken the glasses. then she got to her feet again and waited for the professor to get up.
a hand lifted to brush the hair out of her face, and she tilted her head. " i'm sorry if i intruded on anything important, professor. i was just coming in because.. i heard you give away starter pokemon to new trainers? you see. i'd really like one. " she smiled again, this time brighter than before. of course she wanted a pokemon. thats why she'd come all this way after all. cassie's eyes brightened. her hands folded neatly in front of her, waiting patiently. or, at least as patiently as she could get. her nerves were bouncing with nervous excitement.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 23, 2011 13:30:43 GMT -5
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It's the Professor!
He was struggling to carefully feel out the floor for his glasses, but he was lucky enough to have a little helper that easily found them with her superior eyesight. With much relief, he gratefully took them from her and started to dust them off with his shirt. Making sure they weren't in too bad of a condition, much like the girl did before him, he slipped them on and blinked to make sure everything was in working order.
It was, thank goodness. She seemed more than amused at the situation, which he expected. Blushing from embarrassment, he carefully stood up while leaning against a nearby desk for support. "Hah, at least no one else saw that." He chuckled, glad that nothing was broken. Then it wouldn't be as funny.
"Oh! You're here for a Starter Pokemon. Right." He cleared his throat, realizing that he should still be professional even in this kind of situation. With a nod, he motioned for her to follow him into his main office. Here he had several informative pamphlets about each of the Starter Pokemon in his possession, as well as the Pokeballs all lined up next to each other. It was up to her to make a decision.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Oct 23, 2011 15:18:39 GMT -5
casanova ranger ! once again it seemed he was deeply embarrassed with what had happened. cassie merely found amusement. her smile widened, and she giggled some more, though tried to hide it. the moment she'd managed to stifle her fit of laughter it seemed he'd righted himself. he was now leaning against the desk, holding it for support. she tilted her head, right hand brushing strands of hair from her pale face. she backed off slightly, her intent not wanting to intrude. she waited for him to speak. he was laughing. if nervously. casanova smiled slightly, then looked about her, peeking over his shoulder, then back at the door. " nope! coast is clear, professor. it was just me! "
another burst of speech from his mouth let her know she had come to the right place. of course she had, she'd read the sign. 'the. lab.' plain and simple. she did get some directions right. casanova nodded quietly and followed him, her shoes still softly clicking against the floor. she looked around her, even though there was little to see. she was more amazed when they reached the main office. he had so many pokeballs! she widened her eyes in amazement, looking at all the pamphlets. none of them took much interest in her at first. but once she stopped to read them more thoroughly she stopped. her long fingers grabbed the small yellow paper. her eyes focused on the writing, reading it through. another bright smile lit up her face.
when she turned her head to look at the professor, her cloudy eyes landed on him. " professor, sir? this pikachu is really interesting. he's an electric-type.. right? i really like them. they're just so.. shocking! " tehe, she'd made a joke. a pathetic one, but a joke all the same. they'd been her life's interest since she was little. their personalities were so much more drastic to her. they were singled out from all the others. and the picture of the pikachu really made her stop. she grinned even more. after all, she had her hair decorated in the same fashion!
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 23, 2011 15:37:51 GMT -5
Professor Winter smiled weakly at her little joke, though inwardly he was groaning, not reflecting his unimpressed reaction. He’d heard that joke so many times that it made his ears bleed, and he turned back to the shelf, sucking on his lip as his finger skimmed the various balls that were planted there. Nope, nope, nope- ah!
He plucked one from it’s place and turned, tossing it casually in his hand before he pressed the button and released the creature inside. It was definitely a Pikachu, but he shook with a ‘brrr!’ of cold and pawed at his face cutely. Planting a few licks on one paw, he started swiping it over his face, cleaning himself before he hopped up onto Professor Winter’s shoulder and started planting a few licks on his chest.
“Is this the one you want?” Professor asked. “Be careful approaching him. He has a tendency to shock anything that surprises him.” ::Pikachu:: PIKACHU LEVEL: 5 MALE PERSONALITY: Calm - likes to groom himself - shocks anything that surprises him - easily surprised ABILITY: static TYPE: electric ATTACKS: growl - thundershock - tail whip - flail
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Post by CASTAWAY on Oct 23, 2011 16:38:22 GMT -5
the weak smile plastered falsely on the professors face irritated her. okay, maybe it was a lame joke. the least he could do was not lie and pretend it was funny when deep down cassie knew damn well he was lying to her. but, when he went fingering through the pokeball's his eyes never straying from the rack she had to admit that he wasn't as scary as she'd thought. she looked away, waiting for him to give her, her pokemon. that adorable little pikachu she'd been hoping for. cassie's eyes flitted to meet the professors, her eyes wide when he pressed the little button.
it opened with a soft hiss, before it's gaping mouth opened and a red light filtered out. soon enough it whirled, shaping itself into a pokemon. within seconds the yellow body came forth, presented neatly with the pikachu grooming himself. she grinned, eyes wide. her hands clasped together and she giggled with excitement. " yes! that's exactly what i want! thanks, professor winter! " she moved forward, yet slowed down automatically when he told her to be careful. but she could be certain this pokemon would shock her more than a few times. only because she was such a bustling, scary person.
" i'll call you... nikolai! "
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 24, 2011 4:05:59 GMT -5
“This is your new partner, Pikachu,” Professor Winters reached up and stroked the Pikachu’s head warmly, to which the electric type nuzzled his cheek and stared at the new, strange person. So this was to be his new partner? ‘Nikolai’, as he’d been labelled, perked his ears and crouched down on all fours on the Professor’s shoulder. After a moment, he pounced, landing squarely on the woman’s shoulder and taking a place on her left shoulder, claiming it as his own. After a moment, though, he licked his paw and drew it over his face again, and then shook to fluff up his fur a little bit. D’awww, that’s adorable!
Professor Winters chuckled at the sight and moved over to a desk, fiddling with a bag of some sort before he closed it again and pulled it over to the Trainer. It was a Starters kit – nobody could leave the lab without one! Well, they could, but they’d only be screwing themselves over. “This bag contains a few items you’ll need for your journey. Take it with you,” he offered it, and the Pikachu's Pokeball, to the girl and smiled in a friendly manner. Oh, if he were this young again... PIKACHU LEVEL: 5 MALE PERSONALITY: Calm - likes to groom himself - shocks anything that surprises him - easily surprised ABILITY: static TYPE: electric ATTACKS: growl - thundershock - tail whip - flail
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