THIS PLACE IS ABOUT TO BLOW ! [MICAH.] Dec 22, 2011 17:16:33 GMT -5
Post by FOTLY on Dec 22, 2011 17:16:33 GMT -5
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This whole damned city could just about be demolished for all he cared. What was with Erik and traveling to the ghettos at this time of night? It was like nighttime was his favorite time of the day to go lurking around in search of those creepy crawlies of people in whom he’d named thugs. They had that kind of vibe radiating off of them, something that was a lot scarier than being chased down by a pack of horny hookers. Either way he tended to have a little bit of trouble keeping them away. Luckily for him, he came to this god forsaken place with a whole can of ‘bitch repellent’ as he called it, and he was ready for just about anything to pop out at him.
Everything excluding the slight way everyone stared at him as if he didn’t belong. There were those thugs hanging around all over, and he had to admit, although he didn’t show it, he was scared shitless. It was one of those things in where you’d go and do it with a straight face, but in reality, you really don’t want to. It was just something that sent those shivers climbing up his spine. Why was he even in this stinky place? The scary people hanging around were enough to keep him away on a good day, but why was he even bothering with it now? It wasn’t like he was dared to do it, because otherwise he’d just lie about going into there.
With one hand clenched tightly to his pocket, he scrambled around the dimly lit streets, happening to come across an alley. Without much of a second thought, Erik stepped inside, feeling like he was basically at home, but at the same time, not; if that made any sense, that is. It was like he was a stranger in his own domain, like how most people probably felt when walking into a completely redone house on one of those silly T.V. shows. What were they called . . .? Wasn’t it like ‘Holmes Building Homes’ or something? Erik couldn’t exactly be sure, seeing as how he didn’t really watch a lot of T.V. nowadays. He stopped the moment he took to the Cheyenne Region. There was no time to watch T.V. anymore, as he was on a quest to obtain an Arceus. With that mission in mind, he was going to everything he could go obtain it.
He heard of that Legendary Island place. He heard that there’re were catchable legendary poke’mon on that island, and the fabled Arceus just so happened to be uncatchable, just out of his reach. Erik had to obtain the amount of money with whatever needs necessary if he was going to achieve his goal in life. With that Arceus by his side, he would never have to work another day. He would restore the honor to his name, since it was just a little tinged by the past events he had taken up. But first, making that money would be a real pain in the arse. He was going to have to go to really low levels to do such a thing, and he couldn’t really help but wonder, 'was it worth it?'
Then he remembered just how cool having an Arceus would be and no fucks were given on morality.
So what was he doing down in the ghettos? The question reappeared in his mind. Well, that was simple now that there was a longer-than-needed explanation on what he was going to do with his life. He was out here to make money. No, he wasn’t selling his body like the disease ridden people everywhere else. No, he wasn’t drug dealing like those thugs that liked to walk around thinking they were all big and bad because they could pick someone up and throws them half-way across a football field. He was being a salesperson today, selling old junk that he came across throughout his past few days of collecting them.
“You, sir! Yes, you! You look like you’re in need of a new television set!” Erik put on a wide smile, before watching as the man walked up. He had no clue that Erik actually taken said T.V. while the guy was out buying groceries. So when the man heard the words that Erik spoke to him, he was given a suspicious look. “I mean, I’m just getting that vibe from you.”
“Actually . . . I do.”
The smirk grew. Erik had to remember, however, to stick to his script that he had worked on. There had to be no doubts that Erik had just genuinely stumbled upon a T.V. that just so happened to look like the one that should have been in his house. Either way, that was why he had a script. “Well, then, sir, it must be your lucky day! I have a T.V. just back where I work to give you!”
Within the length of time of an hour, the T.V. was placed back into the man’s hold, and Erik had gotten absolutely nothing. The man had discovered that the T.V. was actually his, and he demanded it back without any charge of money. Erik, without much of a place to refuse, was forced to hand over the T.V. and given a chance to ‘get his life out of the hole’. Either way, Erik walked out before he got a talk from a supposed psychiatrist from the man.
Now he was hanging around the streets, bored as can be. Oh, how he wished to be riding in the air on the back of an Arceus, legs tangled in the golden rods of the poke’mon. He’d love to be riding on the back of the white fur . . . It was a dream he’d had at a young age, and now that he was a poke’mon trainer, he was going to complete it. Complete it once and for all.
Now, to keep his mind off of the Arceus he was never going to have, he needed some entertainment.