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Post by 123LookAtMe on Jun 3, 2012 20:26:23 GMT -5
Mathew's journey wasn't really progressing, sure he had captured a few more Pokemon, but venture wise he was still at the first length of which he had started at. He wasn't too happy, he hasn't taken a shower in like four days, he started to stink and he hasn't slept in a proper bed and ages, his back was starting to hurt. But worst of all. He has not had a change in clothes the whole time he was out here!
Calling Mathew unlucky was an understatement, at the first day out in the forest, a Pokemon raided his bag while he slept, stealing all his food and the most important item he had on him. The map he had to guide him. So for that reason he is now wondering around aimlessly, as stupid as it sounds, he moved of the path for an apparent 'short cut' that another trainer told him about. But that got him lost in the depths of what seemed the Netherlands.
Apart from his luck the forest wasn't that bad of a place, there was nice cool breezes from the huge trees that had nice cold moss forming around it that seemed it had been growing for at least two hundred years. As he walked through, he would hear sweet calming shouts from Pokemon in the distance but occasionally he could hear roars of probably viscous ones that roamed around near him, even though, they (did)n't scare him.
He continued to walking many different directions looking for the path he travelled off while admiring the scenery around him. He had a Pokeball in his hand, spinning it around like a miniature basket ball. He came across a apple tree that stood at least ten feet tall. At that time he knew it was time for a snack break. He made his way over to the tree, his mouth was drawling, he hadn't have a proper feed in ages. He picked up one of the apples that had probably fallen from the tree.
As he ate his way through the apple, he could hear what it sounded like, foot steps of something. He thought he was probably just hallucination from the lack of food and water he had. As he got down to the core of the apple, he heard more steps. This time, they were loud and clear, they were coming from the tree behind him.
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Post by Pokeapache on Jun 3, 2012 20:35:46 GMT -5
[style=font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 30px;].:Wild Pokémon encounter:. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for Mathew, his stentch had kept all but one Pokemon away from him. The Pokemon that did appear was storming towards him now, a scowl on her face and a fist formed from her hand. The sound that came from the creature as it approached was a sharp, "BUIZEL!"
< YOU! Yes, you! Where is your mother young man? Does she know that you smell! Take a bath! > She screeched, her little orange body streaking over to him in a matter of seconds now that she had caught sight of the smelly trainer. She put her paws on his shoes and blasted a water gun right up at his face, trying to wash him off and get some of the stink out of his skin.
She tsked and shook her head as she settled back on her hindlegs. < Worse than a muck of Grimers! > Female Lvl 6 Swift Swim SonicBoom - Growl - Water Sport - Quick Attack - Water Gun Motherly Nag, never shuts up, takes matters into her own hands way too often TAGS: moddeded NOTES: you're welcome :D [/style] [/style]
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