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Post by jay on Feb 25, 2012 0:54:25 GMT -5
An uncomfortable feeling rested at the pit of Nebraska stomach, or Neb (which was her shorter nickname). The boat was zooming right along the water with the shoreline already in sight, she was excited with anticipation but nervous and feeling like a stranger within her own body. As she leaned against the edge of the boat, a ton of water Pokémon were swimming a few meters beside it leaping into the air, really putting on a show for the majority of tourist heading to Cheyenne for the quick stop. It was a very long visit and was only a detour to their main attraction, Sinnoh. Most people (or the rumors she’s heard) were that Cheyenne was a very desolate region filled with drug dealers and a very ominous group named Team Death. A very poor region, the beginning routes were filled with life and attractions but deeper within the region, it seemed a bit more extreme and lonely. Nebraska felt the sea spray on top of her face as she was gleaming; she was excited for this new challenge. Not only that but, with her entire old life basically shattering into nothing, she wanted to use her very ominous and dark nature to toy around with the locals. Known as the black widow, [/b] Nebraska was ready to turn heads and use her body in ways she had never imagined. A bit of a flirt, if she had to fuck her way to the top, she would. Nebraska was ready to be an idol, a star and in a lack-luster region like Cheyenne, who could even stop her? Not only did she want fame but she also wanted to meet her youngest sister. The only clue she was given was the name Sierra, not expecting to find her from the very beginning, Nebraska wanted to really live for once and for herself, not for anyone else. She was young and naive as a child, her mother was the best thing that had ever happened to her but she was also a whore. A teacher, a Pokémon master and a baker, she had given Nebraska everything that she had ever wanted from a mother perspective. She did whatever she needed to do and when she could, Neb was shipped off to the Academy to learn anything that she needed with Pokémon. A very adept trainer, she learned he specialization and affinity with water types and she was the very best in her class. She slept with others, enjoying their company and really enjoyed life. After she was finished, she was suffocated under her mother’s sick bed, never feeling any remorse or anger but as Nebraska looked back at what it was, this would be her coming out story. She would show her new transformed self to the world, to anyone who had an inkling of want to see it. WELCOME TO CHEYENNE REGION, WE WILL BE LEAVING TOMORROW MORNING the ship speaker’s screamed out as the female grabbed her backpack and walked off and found a hot air balloon. She was apparently in the second city and if she wanted to start over, she needed to head to the beginning. A cute man controlled the balloon as Nebraska had taken to the sky, watching as the bird Pokémon now flew its way in circles as if they were dancing. The Black Widow smiled as she looked at the male, cute enough to manipulate but she had too many things she had to figure out with her life to play her trump card so easily. She loved to play with her toys, her food; it was all a sick little game. Nebraska thought back to her water pokemon, it was her specialty. She loved having her Pokémon and that they all had a common connection, unsure if she would have a type this time around, the balloon finally landed a few hours later with a very satisfied smile. It was finally time for her to start her new life. Neb gave the man a fifty-dollar bill as her worn sneakers walked the path to the Laboratory. ”I need new shoes.” she mumbled with her mind zooming one hundred thousand miles an hour. The Laboratory’s stainless steel door opened as the sassy girl smiled and walked in, ”Hello?” she hollered ready to start her new life. [/div][/center]
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Post by tomackze on Feb 25, 2012 13:14:24 GMT -5
Professor Winter was simply reading a new book when Nebraska walked in. He was very enthralled in it as it taught him a lot about the techniques of egg breeding and how to maximize the techniques to learn exactly the egg moves he'd want his pokemon to learn. He found it fascinating and normally would not be able to put down a book like this, but Sierra was a different animal in herself. When he saw her, his interest peaked instantly as he placed down the book to walk up to her and introduce himself. He bowed and tried to reach for her hand to kiss it gently. "Good morning Madame Moselle. My name is Professor Winter. What brings a goddess to my laboratory?" He asked. He was kind of cheesy...
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Post by jay on Feb 25, 2012 14:14:35 GMT -5
Very self-righteous and knowing that she was gorgeous; it was something simple for Nebraska. She was one of those very women who were able to manipulate her surroundings with her very suave nature. The way she moved as she was in the lab was still very lucid, her two fingers traced one of the stainless steel tables feeling the grime on her fingers, rubbing it she made a very quick disgusted face as she felt like the way someone cleans really spoke about a persons character. Neb looked to the Professor as she pulled her hand back quickly before he could kiss it. ”Pleasure.” a bit disgusted at how easily he was enthralled by her beauty without her even trying. Nebraska liked the chase of it all, she yearned to play with her food before devouring them but this, it was a little too easy for her. She never liked easy, it always left a bad taste in her mouth. ”Are you always this open? Do you think women like this?” she asked beginning her typical process of finding the weak spots within a person’s moral, attacking the very things that made them tick.
Looking back at Professor Winter, Nebraska smiled still enjoying her talk despite how rude and truthful she was being. ”It’s nice to think that you’re so open but, sometimes it’s not the appropriate time, you know?” having a little sympathy for the professor, he was still someone she needed to be nice too. With a little help, he might actually be a candidate for another naive women who enjoyed the simple cheesy conversation he was delivering. ”I’m actually here for my starter?” finally asking for what she wanted, it usually was the same throughout all regions but she couldn’t be sure.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 25, 2012 16:50:52 GMT -5
PROFESSOR WINTER ! Professor Winter was surprised at how quickly she retracted her hand. That didn't happen often -- usually women were flattered by a gesture like that. When she spoke, he felt embarrassed by his actions. Recently, he'd been becoming more vulgar without even realizing it. Perhaps he was morally letting himself go, but now he was feeling his true personality emerging again. Professionalism was his game; that was why he became head professor of Cheyenne. Flirting with girls wouldn't get him far.
"I apologize," He replied, a sour taste in his mouth from what he said previously. "I forgot my manners. For your information, I was only joking. Really, though, the same could be said for your taste in fashion." He gave a small nod towards her outfit, which was more revealing than most he'd seen on women.
"Alright. Starter it is." He stood and walked over to a nearby cabinet, drawing it open and retrieving a small pack from inside it. As he rooted through the items to make sure that everything was all there, he continued, "There's a list of the available pokemon on my desk, if you'll have a look." Satisfied that the starter pack contained all the essentials, he held it out to her. "Here you are."
x 1 x 1 x 1 x 5 x 3 x1
TUNES|| Phoenix - Girlfriend TAGS|| Modded ! TALK|| <3
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Post by jay on Feb 26, 2012 16:36:25 GMT -5
This git, it was amazing that someone who was supposed to have all this prestige and self-worth was able to lower himself so far down to insult a very promiscuous girl about her wardrobe. Nebraska had a very distinct fashion style, it was distinct and very unique with her long tank tops and short denim shorts during the spring/summer and a very thick scarf and jackets with leggings during the winter, it really depended on her mood and the weather. Today, it was a simple white tank top layered under a plaid shirt with shorts that barely reached her thighs. It was still winter but she could handle the cold, and with the cloudy skies it gave her just enough sun that she could pull off this kind of ensemble despite what others (like this asshole professor) wanted to think. ”It’s fine. Although who are you to really judge my fashion sense? I’m not some newly inspired trainer wanting to finally go on my first journey. But, thanks.” she spoke bitterly as she dragged her shoes against the floor leaving tiny scuffmarks as she looked at the available Pokémon marks.
The Black Widow smirked at the professor; she was being her atypical self as she skimmed through the list in her head really deciding if she wanted the Larvitar, Stunky or Witlick. ”I’d like the Larvitar, please.” asking the professor really just wanting to get out of this place, what a terrible beginning to her fresh start.
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Post by tomackze on Feb 26, 2012 21:41:03 GMT -5
Professor Winter Inside the Professor was still sibbing from getting rejected but outside, he tried not to show this at all. He did a good job masking his true feelings at times as he definitely wanted to ravage her but was rejected already so he decided just to finish the duty and move on with his life. When she asked for a Larvitar he raised an eyebrow as he was very interested in the girl now. Larvitar, the ultra rare pseudo legendary choice. Did she really think she could handle something so powerful? He was very resistant to giving her the pokemon at first, but eventually decided to go in the back and pick up the ball for her. It wasn't worth stalling her and keeping her here. Especially after he failed to pick her up, he might as well reward her with the Larvitar. She seemed to be strong enough mentally for it. So he gave her the benefit of the doubt. "Here. It is a very rare species. I hope you take good care of it." He said as he handed him the Larvitar ball and then went back to doing what he was doing before she entered... Reading the book about breeding. ::larvitar:: LARVITAR LEVEL: 5 ABILITY: guts TYPE: rock / ground ATTACKS: bite - leer - sandstorm - stomp
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Post by jay on Feb 27, 2012 5:56:56 GMT -5
It was extremely strange as Nebraska looked over to Winter who seemed a bit constipated with the way he was looking trying to figure out what he was trying to do. Nebraska shrugged as she made her decision grasping the ball as she felt giddy. It was finally her turn once again to be a trainer, to realize her worth once again and prove how adequate of a trainer she is.
”I’ve heard. Larvitar’s are extremely rare in my region. I’d love to be able to raise it up, an homage to Johto.” she smiled clutching his newest pokemon’s pokeball and looking into her ball as Patricia smiled ready to succeed and meet up with her trainer. With those final words, she waved off the laboratory professor and headed off to her adventure, ready to prove herself and achieve the one goal she wanted in this route: find her sister.
ooc - done
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