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Post by [K]azzy on Nov 11, 2012 11:28:04 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Last Night I Went Raving[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]All night techno playing, was all that I heard play. In my mind it had stayed. I had no clue to the track name, it's driving me insane.[/style]
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Stacey decided to walk down Route two, right after she had won her first badge in the first city. It was an easy win, after all- her Pokemon were much higher level and it seemed that at last, the Marill was too afraid of fighting back and so, Stacey took pity on the creature and put it asleep before killing it off. "This will be fun." She giggled, her long, golden hair falling behind her as she traveled. In the blonde girl's arms was an electric egg of some sort she recieved from her boyfriend, Seizel. They had been dating for awhile and he had given her something more precious then life itself- a Joltik. This way, when Stacey hatched it, it would be born along with the water types on this route- giving her an advantage.
Stacey stopped for a moment, adjusting herself with the egg in her arms as she fumbled for a slip of paper. This list would keep her on track for the team she wanted to have but, then again- Stacey was a complete sucker for anything cute and adorable. That's why, Stacey had such a hard time training and keeping a team of six. Everything and anyone was adorable in their own way. How could such a dumb girl be so strong? Pure luck.
Joltik Egg Gift from Seizel 1/15 [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― STACEY[/style]
[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 11, 2012 14:40:06 GMT -5
-------- WILD TYNAMO!
<GET BACK HERE!> It was a loud cry; a demanding cry, a terrible and cringe worthy demand that send the Tynamo fleeing in terror. He couldn't go back to that lady, not after all of the things she did to him. He teared up at the thought of abandoning his brothers and sisters, but he couldn't do it anymore. He was breaking free from the herd, and he was going to try and live his own life. Unfortunately for him, he was still extremely young and naive. He was only 2 weeks old, and he barely knew how to survive in the wild. No one would teach him anything, and he was always expected to do these crazy demands that made him crack under the pressure.
Would his siblings hate him for leaving them behind at the orphanage? Maybe. In fact, he would hate himself too if he was forced to be left behind. He teared up as he forced his journey to continue on land, struggling to flop around through the thick green grass. His Levitate ability was still rather weak, and he only had the chance to practice his attacks in secret. He wasn't sure if he could use any of his electric type moves when he needed them, but now was the best time to learn.
What if the orphanage lady was still chasing after him? He could only imagine how furious she was, and she was probably going to send an entire search party after him. The thought terrified him, and he started to flop around even harder. He had to escape! He just had to!
TYNAMO (10|M) [ LEVITATE ] Tackle||Thunder Wave||Spark||Charge Beam A runaway orphan. Pudgy and weak. Thinks he is a pure child. One alone can emit only a trickle of electricity, so a group of them gathes to unleash a powerful electric shock.
⋆ GOSSIP:<33 ⋆ MUSIC: n/a ⋆ STAFF NOTES: <33
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Post by [K]azzy on Nov 16, 2012 13:47:00 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Last Night I Went Raving[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]All night techno playing, was all that I heard play. In my mind it had stayed. I had no clue to the track name, it's driving me insane.[/style]
[style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;]
What was that thing? Stacey glanced over only to notice some sort of white sperm-looking Pokemon flop around back and forth. Was it alright? The trainer swallowed hard, looking around to see if something hurt it but, found nothing only to decide that she needed to help the little thing.
"Hey, are you alright?" Stacey jogged over, the electric egg still in her hands as she blinked at the creature. Slowly, the blue eyed girl with long, golden hair crouched down, looking back and forth to make sure no one was coming over. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." She smiled softly, biting her bottom lip, trying to figure out how she could help the Pokemon but first, Stacey was going to pull out her Pokedex and figure out what this thing was.
Stacey pulled out the device, recording the information as she listened to it speak of the Pokemon's abilities. "Oh! You're an electric type." She smiled, thinking of an idea. "I wonder if you could give this egg an extra jolt- I bet the Joltik would like it." She giggled, noticing more information of the Pokedex as a question was drawn across her face. "Wait.. where is your group sweetheart?" She asked, looking around. A tynamo was weak by itself so, why would one be without the entire group that made it stronger?
Joltik Egg from Seizel 2/15 [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― STACEY[/style]
[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by JUNK on Nov 17, 2012 17:36:23 GMT -5
The little Tynamo felt weak and vulnerable without the protection and company of his pack. He missed his siblings and the days they spent together; when they weren't being abused by the old lady, they had a lot of fun playing tag with eachother. He was a tarrible at it thanks to his chubby physique, but he enjoyed it nevertheless. Now, he had to run for his life and, unlike in tag, if he was caught, it meant the end of the road for him. He shuddered just from imagining the horrible things that wench would do to him if she got her wrinkly hands on him.
After a short while of constant semi-levitating and flopping forward, the Tynamo was feeling exhausted and out of breath. He didn't want to stop, but he couldn't go on any longer and collapsed on the ground. Luckily fo him, a girl was passing by just when this happened and approached him. She showed concern for his well-being and the electric-type felt extremely relieved when she heard her reassuring words. <T-thank you.>
When he was asked about his siblings, the Tynamo's mood changed for the worse. He was depressed, sad and feeling guilty for abandoning his little brothers and sisters. Knowing that witch, she will punish them for his escape. "I-I had to ecape. A terrible old lady was abusing me and my siblings and I just couldn't take it any longer.> He was a weak and pathetic coward who only cared about himself when he could've helped his family. That had to change. The Tynamo sweared he would come back for them when he got stronger and free them and make that old woman regret ever being born.
TYNAMO (10|M) [ LEVITATE ] Tackle||Thunder Wave||Spark||Charge Beam A runaway orphan. Pudgy and weak. Thinks he is a pure child. Health is Full Green!
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