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Post by graciey on Aug 5, 2008 12:17:53 GMT -5
There was rows of soft, fluffy, clouds in the sky and the sun was just starting to set on the Horizion. Foot steps could he heard heading down to the Pokemon Lab.
Young, Sixteen year-old, was making the noise. After she had tossed her Backpack full of her Pokeballs, into a bush making sure thar it was tied up tightly to one of the Branches so any nosiey Pokemon could not get there way into this bag or take it with them. She had it zipped up in a little Zip-lock bag, and tied with some rope to the branch as tightly as she could get it. double checking that it was not going to become loose, and that the branch would not brake. Luckily the branch was thick, and strong.
After that she removed her hat, shoving it slightly into a pair of Baggy Jeans. She had changed just for the Mission, knowing that dressing like your not yourself was the way to make a good theif. She knew from being a theif herself as a young girl.
She had kept her blue undress on, seeing that it was simple just like a dark teal.
Slowly she reached the Pokemon Lab. She pushed the door open silently, but quickly.
She didnt see anyone around, but it might of been because the lights where off, other then a few above her. She walked across the halls, and into the Pokemon Storage Room. From what the little sign by the, Pokemon should be here.
She pulled down one of the boxes, looked threw it. Wanting to find a Pokemon that she wanted, as if she was a New Trainer.
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Post by Sprite on Aug 10, 2008 18:22:17 GMT -5
Uh-oh. Trouble was comming for the young lady.
The lights in the main room flickered on as someone yawned. "Too bad we had to come back for the night shift," a voice spoke calmly. "I wanted to get some sleep." The voice was quite feminine but it didn't really seem like a girl talking. A feminine voice on a boy? It was the one and only Roran. He was speaking to Kuro, his vulpix. Kuro was perhaps the worst pokemon to be here if the young lady wanted to pull this theft off. Kuro, raised by a spy before being given to Roran, was extremely stealthy and could tell something was going on.
<I'll be right back, Roran,> he said to the young professor. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he made his way around the building, slowly getting closer and closer to the storage room. He nearly passed right by the storage room if the noise of someone's feet shuffling around and boxes being moved hadn't tipped him off. He remained extremely calm as he peered into the door, seeing nothing more than a shiloette. He had no clue who would be trying to steal from the lab. What if they were armed? Well surely he could take them.
Without any warning, he leapt in and growled. <Hey you! Take your grubby little hands off our stuff.> Huh? It was only a girl? <Are you honestly that stupid to come here? I mean look at you. You're a GIRL. Damn girls. These days they run around thinking they're actually tough. Shouldn't you be at home playing with your dolls? Or atleast doing something helpful like cooking, cleaning, or laundry?> Kuro...a sextist, obnoxious vulpix.
Only a minute before Kuro leapt into the room, a pokeball in the box suddenly opened, letting out a totodile. It smiled with it's sharp teeth and hugged onto Sofia's leg tightly. <Mommy!> it squealed before noticing Kuro burst in. Imediately it hid behind its 'mommy' and began to cry. What a wierd pokemon. <Mommy, halp!>
[If a mod or admin wants to, they can take over Kuro incase I don't show up. Just make sure he stays in character. You know...obnoxious?]
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Post by graciey on Aug 10, 2008 19:02:01 GMT -5
<Mommy!>
Sofia looked at the Totodile, with a smile as she stood up. The mission was nearly over, now all she had to do was get out. But thats when the Vulpix burst in.
<Hey you! Take your grubby little hands off our stuff.>
"Ha! You dont look much like a Professer." Sofia looked at the Totodile who was now hidden behind her and crying.
<Mommy, halp!>
She ignored the Pokemon, for right now.
<Are you honestly that stupid to come here? I mean look at you. You're a GIRL. Damn girls. These days they run around thinking they're actually tough. Shouldn't you be at home playing with your dolls? Or atleast doing something helpful like cooking, cleaning, or laundry?>
She gasped suddenly, crossing her arms. "No, I am a New Trainer if you cant see that.. Look I have no Pokemon with me, other then this Totodile right now. Oh, whats wrong with being a GIRL? I mean look at you, you look like a GIRL even if your not lots of people think of VULPIX'S as GIRLS. Retard. Ha-ha-ha, very funny, but I dont play with little dolls, help cook, clean, or do laundry, like you might do." She smirked, taking a few steps forward, "I would like to leave with my Starter Pokemon now, thank you, very much."
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Post by Sprite on Aug 12, 2008 19:22:57 GMT -5
The Totodile clung to Sofia's leg tighter. He was crying desperately and his claws were even begining to sink into her skin. Hopefully he wasn't drawing blood. Poor dear. Little did he know that he would soon be used for evil. It was a terrible thing, Team Death. It would turn such an innocent young pokemon into a cruel beast. He was even too young to know that he would have the advantage in this battle. Since he was at level ten, he knew Water Gun.
<Me? Retarded?> He was probably the stupidest vulpix you could meet, yet he was never stupid enough to admit it. <And so what if lots of Vulpixes are girls? It just means more ladies for me to have SEX with.> He shouted that one dirty word for no apparent reason except to perhaps annoy the crap outta her. <RORAN!> he shouted. <Some bitch is trying to steal a pokemon.> Again another foul word. But this one was meant more to make her seem inferior.
"What?" Roran was mostly in disbelief. What was going on over there? He made his way towards the storage room and imediately stopped as he saw the young girl. "P-please don't take my pokemon...." Oh yes. That totodile was from his special collection to be raised with extreme care. Basically all the pokemon in his collection were ill, dying, or faced with some sort of mental/physical challenge. The totodile had been abused terribly and faced emotional break-downs. "I beg of you..." Tears began to swell in his eyes. The 14 year old professor began to sob just for the safety of his pokemon.
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