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Post by quill on Apr 11, 2009 16:59:19 GMT -5
Benjamin Holt, having finally arrived in Cheyenne, was ready to get going. The trip over had been long, stressful, and (thanks to the miracle of public transportation) he'd been stuck next to a whiny six-year-old who found it fun to ask Holt every question that came to his mind. Why his mother hadn't intervened... Well, Holt could assume she was annoyed by the child, too. And, after explaining (for the fifth time) why ice floats, he decided to ignore the kid and had done a little (more) research on the region he was bound for.
So, after a night at a semi-nice hotel, Holt found himself near the "patch of tall grass" by the Cheyenne region lab (despite the fact that one of his favorite pokemon, the Electrike, was currently offered there), looking for a ranger to help him catch his first pokemon.
It hadn't been an easy choice for him -- he wasn't one to improvise -- but, in the end, he knew the random-ness would be good for him. And, if he did happen to get a Caterpie, it would help teach him that everything has a place in this world; that not only the inherently strong are useful. Of course, he hoped for something manly, like... well, he wasn't sure.
"Uh, hello? I need some help catching a pokemon."
Holt paused, looking around. He didn't see anyone, and for a split second he wondered if he was in the wrong place. No... The lab was only a little ways off, and there was the information booth.
Well, someone will be here soon enough, he told himself, and, arranging his expression into something of a frown, he stared down the wild, tangled grass in front of him -- almost as if, by simply staring, he could will a pokemon to come out and greet him.
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Post by sunny on Apr 11, 2009 17:59:12 GMT -5
A pokemon did indeed come out to greet the man, a small velvet black nose poked through the fronds. The long snout of the pokemon bumped into the man's shoe and his crystal clear black eyes peered up at the man towering over him. The sleek pokemon soon showed himself the cream and brown stripes down his length classified him as a Linoone.
A man emerged quickly after the pokemon, his hair sticking out from the apparent sprint he had just done. He hardly seemed out of breath though and with a welcoming smile, greeted the man. "Welcome to Wild Patch of Grass! I'm Thomas, and I'll be helping you catch a pokemon today!" he said, extending his hand in greeting.
"You understand that this is completely random right? The first pokemon I see is the one you recieve." he said, seeking some kind of a response.
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Post by quill on Apr 11, 2009 19:46:42 GMT -5
For a fraction of a second, Holt thought it had been that easy -- here was a pokemon, coming to greet him! A fraction of a second later, however, he realized that was a stupid thought to have, the Linoone was obviously trained -- yes, and here came its trainer.
Thomas, as he introduced himself, gave off the impression that he was intelligent, and any immediate sarcastic remarks half-died in Holt's throat. (They decided to manifest themselves, instead, in a half-smirk that came out looking like more of a grimace.)
He smiled (if you could even call it a smile -- his expression looked the tiniest bit less grim) and met Thomas' outstretched hand with a firm grip. The gesture, at least, was something Holt could appreciate. (Certainly better than a 'yo'.)
"You understand that this is completely random right? The first Pokémon I see is the one you recieve."
'That's why I came here," he replied with a slight nod, "To leave the selection up to chance." There was a slight pause, and, looking as though he was almost pained to say it, Holt continued: "I appreciate your help."
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Post by sunny on Apr 11, 2009 20:42:52 GMT -5
Thomas was pleased that the man seemed somewhat digified, although a small crease above his eyes showed that the ranger noticed something was off. This fellow did not seem truely sincere, but Thomas shrugged that small fact off.
He wasn't a snobby brat and for that he was glad.
"No problem! I'll go and fetch your new pokemon now. I'll be back in a bit." he said, turning and started to cross into the tall fronds of grass. He paused for a moment and with a sudden toss, a Starter Pack was flung at the man. "Hold on to that will you? It's yours!" he called, before disappearing into the grass.
Thomas returned quickly a small smile on his face as he tossed Holt's new mysterious pokemonball at him. "There you go! Have fun with it and good luck!" he said, waving his hand in a brief farewell before strolling away.
Congrats! Holt has recieved a Snubbull! ::snubbull::
Name: you choose Gender: you choose Ability: {Intimidate & Run Away} Level: 5 Attacks: Ice Fang, Fire Fang, Thunder Fang, Tackle, Scary Face, Tail Whip, Charm
You also obtain a Starter Pack!
Pokéballs x3
Healing Potions x3
Pokédoll x1
Pokédex x1
Room Key for the Poké Center
Ribbon Case
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem004.png[/img] Pokéballs x3 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem013.png[/img] Healing Potions x3 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem068.png[/img] Pokédoll x1 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem296.png[/img] Pokédex x1 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem289.png[/img] Room Key for the Poké Center [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem196.png[/img] Ribbon Case
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Post by quill on Apr 12, 2009 7:27:30 GMT -5
Holt nodded and caught the bag -- it was a good thing Thomas had warned him that his starter pack was being thrown, because, had he not, Holt would likely have found himself flat on his back. (Benjamin, you see, does not have the fastest of reflexes.)
Thomas was back quickly with a pokeball, and, something resembling a smile on his face, Holt decided to open it. Snubbull, eh? Pretty vicious pokemon... And Granbull can be quite strong. Still, I'm not sure how I feel about it being pink.
Holt looked up to thank the ranger, but he was gone -- so he waved, instead, to nothing, and turned (new bag and pokeball in hand) towards route one...
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Post by sunny on Apr 12, 2009 11:06:31 GMT -5
[[ Finished ]]
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