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Post by jay on Feb 23, 2012 18:05:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 333333; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Flyers and word spread so quickly about Ace Academy that Abram was almost shocked at how quickly it opened. Already having a conversation with Sam about the elusive death of Team Glory and from the ashes this new organization was about to flourish. Their goal was the same for Abram, it was almost as if they wanted to stimulate the region in a positive light as he heard that Team Death was causing havoc and mayhem in their attempts and that wasn’t something Abe wanted to be associated with. Filled with a finesse and taste for creativity, he just had a really odd feeling that this is what would help him exceed.
The journey was far from the third city and without any pokemon to fly on, the walk was definitely an adventure in itself as he let each one of his pokemon (except his Arbok) out to converse and talk as a group to decide. The only way he was able to understand them all was through Camilla’s psychic prowess connecting their minds together communicating through thought.
With the opening of this special group, Abram smugly walked through the gates and it seemed deserted. ”Oh,” he commented to himself as Hel was on the side of him and caressed Abe’s leg as if she was mocking how exciting he was making it seem. There were a few people and small crowds but for the length and how big the area was, it seemed a bit lackluster. ”I wonder if we can find Sam?” questioning Hel who gave her trainer a dirty look. The last time they had seen Sam, she got put to sleep by the hell kitty herself, a damn Skitty who just loved being obnoxious and playful. That was the difference within Hel, she was very serious because she wanted to show her worth. She occasionally joked but she held herself to a high standard, always wanting to look pristine and glorious, it was something that Hel strives for. With one final look around, Abe stood by an empty table just surveying his surroundings unsure of what he needed to do next to get in the door of Ace.
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Post by tomackze on Feb 23, 2012 19:00:20 GMT -5
[atrb=width,480,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #8cd087 url('http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/3412/samle.png') no-repeat bottom;] While opening up Ace Academy, he saw a lot of new faces show up but was missing one familiar one who he remembered talking to about the new organization. He had mentioned it to two people in total, one he had already promoted to one of the higher officer spots and the other he was waiting to make his arrival. When Abe arrived, Sam could not help but smile as he got up from his chair and went to meet with the trainer as he was about to walk into the academy building.
He stood there, enthusiastic and lively as he was glad to see the familiar face. "Hey Abe! Nice to see you make it! I've been awaiting you!" He said, feeling that it was not necessary to explain Ace to him as he had already achieved that awhile ago... Before it launched. He was an instant accept in Sam's book so he decided to give him a tour and show him the place where he could sign up.
"Since I already spoke to you about it. Want to skip the intro and just go through a tour of the building? I can show you everything before we arrive at the sign up room." He said to Abe.
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Post by jay on Feb 23, 2012 19:22:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 333333; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. The crowd was slowly picking up ton of youthful trainers rushed by with talks about unown and how they wanted to show their devotion to this Ace Academy. All Abram could see was the ignorant youth rushing to the latest fad with their starry-eyed selves when in actuality all they wanted was to feel included. This was life, kids always ran and yearned for the newest and greatest thing instead of just dealing with what they had. Running away from the challenge when it gets to hard, even Abram had done this when he left Jhoto region to come to Cheyenne, it was to run from the hardship of his parents. As he was wallowing in self-doubt and what was, Sam waved and Abram snapped out of his little lull of a mood. ”Aha Thanks. I was starting to get worried that you weren’t here,” the small talk was nice, this all felt right inside of Abram. He could just tell that good things were going to come of being here, that Ace Academy could help stimulate the broken region of Cheyenne.
”Sure.” shrugging only really remembering bits and pieces of their conversation about two months ago. All Abram could remember that it was an idea that he really wanted to make happen and that Sam was a very capable salesperson/trainer. ”So, I remember this is your Academy right?” he paused as his eyes looked at the grand nature of this place. How in the world did a trainer have enough money to build such a place, especially when he was struggling. The prize money from the gyms was nice but, this place must’ve cost a fortune. Everything was just decked out, from the walls to the towers, granite covered the floors and Abram just couldn’t believe that this is what he was getting himself into. ”Oh sorry, getting distracted by how beautiful the architecture is. Anyways, how long did it take for you guys to buld this? This is great man.” feeling like a little child in a candy store, his eyes were just mesmerized by the concrete jungle.
Hel followed behind of Abram with a bit of a displeased look on her face, just by seeing the blonde-haired man made her sick to her stomach. What she really wanted to do was lunge for his pokebelt and find that silly kitty’s pokeball and smash it. Shaking her head, Hel caught up to Abram and walked at his pace as they passed the many other trainers with Pokémon. What were they getting themselves into?
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Post by tomackze on Feb 23, 2012 23:10:05 GMT -5
[atrb=width,480,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #8cd087 url('http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/3412/samle.png') no-repeat bottom;] Sam blushed a bit when Abe asked him if this was his Academy. It was, but he did not want people to know that. He didn't want people to know that his parents bought him this entire estate for the creation of Ace Academy. The walls, granite, columns, etc. He did not want people to know that it was all paid for by the generous donations of the Robins. He quickly shrugged off the question and walked on, not noticing that Abe had been distracted until he said so himself.
Sam laughed when he apologized. There was no need. He'd be distracted too if he hadn't been used to this type of architecture from his old academy. It was the best from his region, since his parents afforded the best. But that was irrelevant. The purpose here was to get a recruit and Abe was definitely a legitimate one.
As he passed corridor after corridor: the shops, the offices, the bank, etc. He quickly stopped when he reached the desk to sign in and he turned to Abe once they arrived. "So, any last minute questions or anything? The sign in sheet is right there for you if you wish to join." He said to Abe. There was currently only one named signed up... Fate
All the others were getting their tours and getting acquainted themselves. But only Fate had been actively recruited so far. Would Abe be #2?
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Post by jay on Feb 24, 2012 16:08:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 333333; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. He couldn’t think of anything particular as he walked with Sam past a ton of different areas. It looked very well developed, everything in it told others that this Ace Academy was going to be doing well in the world. They were ready to help fix the problems of Cheyenne, although it would be hard especially with Team Death breathing down their necks.
”I think I’m good.” Abram finished with a smile as he grabbed the sign-up sheet and saw the name Fate, what an odd name he thought wondering if this was some elite trainer that he hadn’t heard about. The Cheyenne region was filled with promising trainers and seasoned veterans whose been on the grind for years. This would only be the start of creating new relationships with others and having a better social scene, which is something that Abram has actually wanted more of recently. Something about the lonely grind of the routes just didn’t appeal to him, it was fun but he missed the academy where it was mostly interacting with friends. With the pen in his hand, he signed his name Abram and looked back at Sam wondering if that was it.
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Post by tomackze on Feb 24, 2012 16:24:12 GMT -5
[OOC]: Congrats! You are now a recruit for Ace Academy
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