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E=MC2
Apr 6, 2012 18:36:07 GMT -5
Post by danta~ on Apr 6, 2012 18:36:07 GMT -5
She hated her mother.
No, no. That was too strong a word. Hate meant she couldn't bear to look at the woman, and really, Darya found her mother to be charming. Loathe was a bit harsh as well, but only a few words surfaced to the girl's mind as she had stormed out of the house. It had taken a few moments to cool down, and by that time the teenager was already at the end of their driveway - looking back upon their humble estate with only the tiniest of grimaces. No, she did not hate her mother; but the way in which that old witch had so infuriatingly forbade her from -- Ugh, Darya felt the rage resurface, ignited by her constant thought.
Lets put this in to perspective; start from the beginning, since that's what the beginning is for.
That morning, Darya had gotten out of bed with one thing in mind: Pok�mon. She did not reach out for one of the many textbooks that littered her floor, nor did she search through the multifarious notes that lay in stacks upon her desk. She had grabbed the doorknob and, still wearing her precious silk pajamas, she had raced down the stairs with more fervor than she had ever exhibited before. In the kitchen, the resident chef was terribly spooked by such a commotion. The aging man spilled whatever it was he had been preparing (probably breakfast). Similarly, the butler managed to miss the teacup in which he had been pouring the morning tea. The subsequent mess made both individuals quietly scoff, but Darya was already past them - heading for the sitting room, where her mother would no doubt be waiting for her tea. As soon as Yasmin caught sight of her daughter, still dressed as if to sleep, she was on her feet and chiding her behavior - "What do you think you are doing?" She had nearly shouted, with her accented voice filled with proprietary rage. The note of surprise in her voice was enough to make Darya stop her charge, and she stood there, gawking at her mother. "I came to tell you of my plans," She had started, to which her mother only waved a hand - the woman had already heard all about this outrageous plan, and would have no more. As Darya had opened her mouth to continue, in walked the butler with the tea (all cleaned up, without so much as a glance at the girl who had caused such a disturbance).
But you see, that wasn't the cause for Darya's rage. That came later. With the appearance of the butler, the girl decided it was better to keep her mother calm and in good spirits - so that she may potentially benefit from such positivity. So, while her mother flailed that manly hand of her's, Darya headed back upstairs. She dressed quickly (realizing later that she had worn these clothes the previous day) in gray pants and a cream white blouse; she even put on her mother's hand-me-down necklace, decorated with various brightly colored beads. One glance at the clock told the girl that it was nearly noon, which would have explained why the chef was so busy - and so when Darya returned to the sitting room, her mother was nowhere to be found. The butler poked his head in to the room moments after this realization, and with a small motion of his head (he looked like a balding Doduo), Darya headed in to the other room.
Now, it isn't like Darya and her mother have a terrible relationship. They get along grandly, when Yasmin is happy and her daughter hasn't been harassed and harangued in to talking about boys. So, going in to this situation, Darya thought she had the upper hand. She made sure to wait until her mother had spotted her, before she gathered her vine-like hair and wrapped it in a black ribbon; showing off her neck, and the beaded necklace that rested upon her collarbone. There was a faint smile crossing over Yasmin's face, but Darya pretended not to notice.
The conversation went something like this.
"Mother dear," Cooed the girl. "Yes, my darling daughter?" Mimicked the mother, as she sat at a finely carved little table, by the window. "I have been studying Pok�mon for quite some time, haven't I?" The girl squeaked with insincere sweetness, to which her mother replied, "Yes, of course." "And this is because of your delightful influence, correct?" Darya went further, wandering closer to her mother and slipping low, leaning against her mother's legs the way she did as a wee child. "Yes," Her mother drawled, understanding that her daughter was after something.
Darya took this as a cue to ask her question, feeling the air between the two ladies become tense. "So by your own logic, I should be allowed to get-" Alas, the girl's words were sharply cut off by Yasmin's tongue; she clicked it against the roof of her mouth, which was a common signal in their household that the older woman was irritated, and demanded a moment to think. Instead of think, her mother went on her own little tirade. "I see no reason for you to mingle with animals. Books are alright, but you cannot expect your father and I to be proactive about these.. These... Creatures. I forbid you from having contact with any of those beasts."
This was why Darya, in a sudden fit of rage, rose up from the floor and began to storm out of the room. As she took her first step, her wrist was caught - her mother's peppermint perfume rising in a noxious wave, thanks to her sudden motion. "Darya. It is for your own good." She nearly hissed, pushing authority upon the fifteen year old who eagerly rebuked it. Without a word, Darya wrenched her arm from her mother's grasp (to her parent's amazement, Yasmin's mouth hung open like a gasping Magikarp) and in the next moment, she was dashing for the door.
And now, still fuming, the girl was marching down the road.
Her shoes were dusty from the road, but it didn't matter. Her pant leg kept getting caught under one heel - they were too long, and Darya had forgotten to put on a belt in her haste - but that also did not matter. She knew that the Pok�mon Laboratory was within the city limits, and that meant she would have to walk all the way in to the residential core, and then find her way to the Lab from there; each step put distance between herself and her mother, and Darya only felt bolder as time progressed. Soon enough, she had reached the end of her own family's property and began wandering the side streets of the city, acclimating herself to the suburbs as quickly as she could. The day wore on, and as the hours passed, Darya found herself regretting the decision to simply evacuate in her moment of anger. Just as she was about to give up and turn around, she came to the end of the residential district - and caught sight of a strange building, rising within the full valor of the sunlight.
As she got closer, Darya realized it was just the building she sought. This made her ultimately more gleeful, but the hike from her house all the way in to the city, all the way to the Lab, put her in a strange mood. She wanted to get this over with, and be on her way. With a firm shove of her hand, the fifteen year old girl wedged herself through the door and stood within the building. It was mediocre at best; she felt a sense of denouement as her dark eyes swept over the waiting room, the further placed doors, and the various desks. There were people working at computers, or wandering from room to room, but few of them looked up to see who she was; no matter, everyone would know her eventually. Darya Lanford would go down in history one day - she'd be a Pok�mon Master whether her parents approved or not.
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E=MC2
Apr 7, 2012 2:41:13 GMT -5
Post by tomackze on Apr 7, 2012 2:41:13 GMT -5
Professor Winter did not even notice when the girl was wandering from room to room and ended up making her way into his today. He was so focused on his book that he paid no attention to it at all while she walked into his lab in search of her first pokemon. Luckily for him, one of his assistants did and she quickly jumped in the air when she saw Darya walk in. "Hello there!" She said, out of surprise and embarrassment. Winter quickly gestured for her to go right then, as he could handle it from there on out. "That was my assistant. She's still training so I can handle you." He said as he got out of his seat and went over to extend his hand to shake. "My name is Winter, what is yours. And do you know what you might want in the lab?" He asked.
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E=MC2
Apr 9, 2012 1:36:01 GMT -5
Post by danta~ on Apr 9, 2012 1:36:01 GMT -5
"Hello there!"
[/i] Came a sickly-sweet voice, one that made the girl want to flinch; she didn't, if only because her body became tense as soon as the sound was heard. Darya's shoulders rose slightly, while her hands balled in to quick fists - only relaxing when her dark eyes locked on to the young assistant, and she passed her a little forced smile. Just as she was opening her mouth to respond, there was a second voice, and she spotted motion from a person beyond the assistant - a man, dressed in quite average clothing, deemed himself important enough to simply dismiss the overly enthusiastic subordinate. Of course, Darya saw nothing wrong with this. She was used to her mother's own waving hand used to orchestrate the bustling estate. What she wasn't used to, however, was the tone of voice this Winter fellow used to address her; did he not realize who she was? Did he not recognize the daughter of the esteemed curator of the Pokémon Museum? She was quick to cross her arms in front of her chest, watching the man the way her mother watched the butler, watchful for erroneous behavior. "My name is Miss Darya Lanford." Surely now he would recognize her? Was her father not as well-known as he had anticipated? This had been one of her few excursions beyond the confines of her own house, so life outside of the Lanford estate's walls would, no doubt, come as a shock to her. "And do you know what you might want in the Lab?"[/i] The man continued, questioning her as genially as he was able. She had not taken his offered hand, not even considering what she was meant to do with it; instead, staring a bit wistfully at the appendage as if it were about to detach from the man's wrist and, perhaps, dance away on it's own accord. Yet as the (apparent) Professor asked her this question, she instantly began looking around the room. It was her time to shine, her time to pick out the perfect specimen with which she would create the strongest Pokémon force within Cheyenne. But where to start? The question had created a buzz within her brain; Darya was instantly overflowing with Pokémon names, descriptions, potential advantages and disadvantages; yet it took her only a moment of contemplation to come up with a name: "Heracross. How many Heracross do you have?" Was that the right Pokémon? It was the big blue one, wasn't it? With her brain so inundated by information, this one fact stood out for her. Darya found herself pondering, 'A blue Pokemon, yes, that would be splendid.' As if the Pokemon's color would affect it's true potential! [/size][/font][/blockquote]
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E=MC2
Apr 9, 2012 14:24:27 GMT -5
Post by Sp❣rit on Apr 9, 2012 14:24:27 GMT -5
-------- HERE'S THE PROFESSOR!
This was not a name that the highly esteemed Professor knew about, as he had little time to pay attention to celebrities at social events. Sure, he knew about her father, but anyone related to the man was hardly important to him. He only gave her a confused look at the emphasis on 'Miss', unable to make the connection she wanted. "Yes, nice to meet you." He nodded as a curt response, hardly having the time for these mind games. If her name wasn't in a scientific journal, then he had no reason to remember her name.
Her request was an unusual one, standing out in the man's mind as his eyes flashed in amusement. This dainty young lady wanted a Heracross? Not the Pokemon that he would've expected, but perhaps she wanted to be around something that could act like a bodyguard. "I have a total of three on hand." Not the largest collection of Heracross out there, but perhaps it was time for a chance in the lab's current starters. Making a mental note to get to work on the paper work later, he started towards the cupboard with his starter collection. It was a plain looking tray with a glass casing overtop, only requiring a small key to open it up. With a sigh, he unlocked the case and revealed the assortment of Pokeballs for the trainer. Each one had a sticker on it with the name of its respective Pokemon inside of it, and it just so happened to have a few Heracross within it.
He decided to be kind by handing her the Pokeball, carefully lifting it out of the container and offering it to her to examine. Not only that, but the Starter Packs were within his reach. He slid one on over and motioned for her to claim the goodie bag. "You'll need this for sure on your journey. It has the essentials. Pokeballs are used to capture Pokemon, berries can heal them, as well as potions, and if you ever need any help you should use your Pokedex." He smiled pleasantly at her as the room became still and quiet, hoping that he didn't overwhelm her with too much information.
::heracross:: HERACROSS LEVEL: 5 ABILITY: guts & swarm TYPE: bug / fighting ATTACKS: night slash - leer - tackle - horn attack - endure - bide Quirk: Easily depressed It gathers in forests to search for tree sap, its favorite food. It's strong enough to hurl foes. x 1 x 1 x 1 x 5 x 3 x1
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E=MC2
Apr 9, 2012 18:06:37 GMT -5
Post by danta~ on Apr 9, 2012 18:06:37 GMT -5
The man was quick to respond, and Darya tried to remain as emotionally detached as possible. It would do no good to become too enthusiastic; her mother would not be pleased if word got back to her, that her daughter was being uncouth or some such nonsense. As he handed her the first Pokeball, the girl held it for a moment with a rather perplexed look upon her face. She regarded the ball in silence, turning it around and inspecting every bit. When it became clear that the Professor was waiting for her to do something, she quickly dropped the Pokeball - but in that moment, it opened up and released a giant blue bug. The creature materialized rather suddenly, and Darya tried not to look surprised. The Heracross was huge - far larger than she had anticipated, as it always looked so dainty in her textbooks. This one just stood there and watched her, it's face taking on a rather glum expression; provided they could even have expressions, since the Pokemon's face was quite odd to begin with.
The Professor motioned towards a bundle of objects, and so the girl turned to look at them - keeping herself aware of the giant bug at the same time, by watching it out of the corner of her eye. "You'll need this for sure on your journey. It has the essentials. Pokeballs are used to capture Pokemon, berries can heal them, as well as potions, and if you ever need any help you should use your Pokedex." The man explained, and Darya made a little huff sound, waving away his explanation. "Yes, yes, I know what all of this is." She commented swiftly, with acid in her tone. 'I'm not a stupid child after all,' She thought of adding, but refrained. The girl grabbed one of the packages with one hand, the motion a bit too aggressive, before she turned to look at the Pokémon again. "He's... A bit odd looking." Her dark eyes narrowed as she reviewed the creature, but then she glanced towards the other Pokeballs. "What are the others like? I want one more.. Animated. Enthusiastic. This specimen is too quiet." With those specifications given, the fifteen year old know-it-all crossed her arms a second time and waited, impatiently, for Winter to display the other two bugs.
(ooc: I hadn't considered that! Fixed my previous posts.)
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E=MC2
Apr 10, 2012 14:51:38 GMT -5
Post by Steve on Apr 10, 2012 14:51:38 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style] Professor Winter hardly examined the girl, but he quickly returned the one heracross to it's pokeball wondering just how picky this young woman was going to be. Either way, he was highly annoyed at her attitude, but he had seen worse. Expecting a little more than the usual bite from the way she was acting towards him, and he was glad he picked out this next one. Remembering from what he heard, it definitely had a slight odd quirk about it as well. Soon as he replaced the heracross where he had found it and took a different one out, he soon released it into the air. Crossing it's arms as it suddenly looked at the girl, giving her a very condescending look. Mainly to see if she was up to the challenge of taming him, and puffed out his chest a little to make it look that much more animated than the last one. This heracross was rather animate, and seemed to be flexing it's body at the moment. The gender was obviously up to the owner, but that aside Professor Winter soon spoke out. "Well, here's the other one, but the second one doesn't like being out with the other at the same time. Since it likes to be alone most of the time," Professor Wintor stated matter-of-factly towards the trainer. Actually, he really didn't care how long he made her wait, and it was her own fault for acting like a stuck-up prude in front of him. Merely letting her examine this heracross, and soon tapped his foot lightly for a moment. Pressing a thoughtful finger up to his chin as he examined the trainer's potential right on the spot. "Honestly, the rest of the personality is up to you and how you act towards it," he added, giving her a few added perks to make it even more interesting. ::heracross:: HERACROSS LEVEL: 5 ABILITY: guts & swarm TYPE: bug / fighting ATTACKS: night slash - leer - tackle - horn attack - endure - bide Quirk: Egocentric
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E=MC2
Apr 10, 2012 20:14:15 GMT -5
Post by danta~ on Apr 10, 2012 20:14:15 GMT -5
It seemed as if her behavior was irking the Professor, but Darya didn't really care. She was more interested in the Pokemon - and once she got the one she liked, they'd be able to part ways. The girl pondered over what to do next, once she had received her starter; visit her mother, perhaps? See how she fared when faced with the gargantuan bug that she would so abhor? As she mused over this, Professor Winter returned the morose looking Heracross to it's ball and retrieved another. A brief explanation later, and the second option was released: it was just as big and impressive as the first, except that it seemed far more intimidating. Intimidation wasn't what she was after, but it was better than the sullen creature he had produced previously. Winter cut through her thoughts with a rather pedantic explanation for the second Pokemon's behavior; the fact that they both disliked the initial Heracross was at least one thing they could agree on. Darya took one confident step towards the creature while it puffed itself up, hiding her amusement behind a cold, blank expression. It was something she could do well, something she learned from her mother.
"Honestly, the rest of the personality is up to you and how you act towards it,"
[/i] The man continued to speak, and Darya had to resist waving her arm to silence him - reminding herself, this is not the butler, this is not the hired help. This is a Professor, like her father. "Alright," She retorted quickly, both to make him stop with his ceaseless mundane chatter and to bring attention back to herself, so that she may make her decision. After a moment of quiet thought, Darya's voice burst - sounding more like she had just bought a new pair of shoes, or a new car, and not been given control over the life of some sort of animal. "I'll take it." With that, she turned to Professor Winter and held out her hand, eager to take the Pokeball from him and be on her way. She had what she wanted, and soon enough her path to greatness would begin. [/size][/font][/blockquote]
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E=MC2
Apr 11, 2012 0:45:18 GMT -5
Post by tomackze on Apr 11, 2012 0:45:18 GMT -5
The Professor accepted it and he was thrilled to get the trainer off to her journey as soon as possible. He knew the excitement with getting a starter and the importance of a starter also. It needed to be everyone one expected as it was the first, everyone always remembered their first. He remembered when he received his starter and how much time and effort and tears he had to put to deciding which he wanted. So he totally understood why she wanted to change. But he also realized how little it mattered now in the long run as personalities change with history. He did not think his pokemon now was the same as it was when he first got it. And he hoped she would see that also. He handed her the Heracross pokeball and then tried to show her the way to the first route so she could move on with her journey. And with that, he still had a lot of work to do! ::Heracross:: HERACROSS LEVEL: 5 ABILITY: guts & swarm TYPE: bug / fighting ATTACKS: night slash - leer - tackle - horn attack - endure - bide Quirk: Egocentric Your pokemon!
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