Post by sunny on Jul 7, 2008 16:21:11 GMT -5
Quil walked slowly down the dirt path, tan shoes scuffing the ground as the owner of the feet dragged himself along. He had no care for where he was going, his main priority was to make his way to team Death's Headquarters. It would be difficult to get there without a Pokemon though, so that's why on this unbearably hot day, he was dragging himself to get a Pokemon.
Quil let out a heavy sigh, he adverted his gaze from the ground and glared at the man approaching him in a navy blue zoot suit. Daggers were sent and the the message was clear. Unnerved, the man took a different route through the woods, changing courses suddenly, the man looked back nervously all the while.
Where'd you come from? The forties?
Quil shook his head in disgust, the fashion taste of people these days. He needed to lose some weight too, that was probably why he was wearing such a baggy suit.
Beaded sweat lingered on his forehead, Quil was used to the heat and working in it, but hell he was just walking, but it was so fricking /hot/. Quil reached back and quickly unzipped his backpack and pulled out a blue water bottle, with castforms all over the bottle. Ignoring the kiddyness of it Quil took a huge gulp and sighed in relief. That felt good.
Quil could see the Patch of wild grass in the distance and he sauntered over to the entrance, taking his time and then putting away his water bottle. The pokemorph then promptly plopped himself down on the ground, quickly shifting so he wasn't sitting on his tail. He then sat in silence, waiting for someone to come and assist him.
He better not be kept waiting.
Quil let out a heavy sigh, he adverted his gaze from the ground and glared at the man approaching him in a navy blue zoot suit. Daggers were sent and the the message was clear. Unnerved, the man took a different route through the woods, changing courses suddenly, the man looked back nervously all the while.
Where'd you come from? The forties?
Quil shook his head in disgust, the fashion taste of people these days. He needed to lose some weight too, that was probably why he was wearing such a baggy suit.
Beaded sweat lingered on his forehead, Quil was used to the heat and working in it, but hell he was just walking, but it was so fricking /hot/. Quil reached back and quickly unzipped his backpack and pulled out a blue water bottle, with castforms all over the bottle. Ignoring the kiddyness of it Quil took a huge gulp and sighed in relief. That felt good.
Quil could see the Patch of wild grass in the distance and he sauntered over to the entrance, taking his time and then putting away his water bottle. The pokemorph then promptly plopped himself down on the ground, quickly shifting so he wasn't sitting on his tail. He then sat in silence, waiting for someone to come and assist him.
He better not be kept waiting.