INCON
Citizen/Traveler/Etc 
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we'll be glowing in the dark.
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Post by INCON on Sept 20, 2012 16:12:07 GMT -5
It was horribly confusing, a buzzing storm of questions that whirled inside of her fragile mind that nobody seemed to answer, she concluded.
Arriving in this region was no happy trip; it was very frightening, to put it lightly. The first day she had become horribly sea sick; the gentle rocking of the boat gave her motion sickness, and she remembered that her peanut butter and jelly tasted a lot better going down than it did coming back up. The elderly people on the ship smelled like urine and perfume, they talked about boring subjects; one elderly lady seemed to have no shame in bragging about her uncle in the past war, telling detailed stories of how he had to have his legs amputated, describing every drop of blood. Too much information. Another happily discussed her childhood, although she seemed to have a severe case of alzheimers; Rutherford concluded this when she kissed a random pole, "You remind me of my boy Chalky who was locked up eight months ago... I miss Chalky." She shuffled in her seat uncomfortably, running her trembling fingers through the soft crimson locks of her hair, a habit she had recently adapted. "Any of you going to Kuro?"
"Kuro!" They had shreiked, their voices like wounded crows crying horribly in despair. "Young lass, don't you know that Kuro's dictated? Reminds me of Hitler! You know, my uncle was a proud veteran! Poor soul hit a mine, got both of his legs permanently damaged.... they took him off the field and gave him a good pulsing shot of morphine and sliced through his muscle and bone with-"
"Oh, you oughta be careful there, sweetheart." An elderly man turned his skinny, frail head, the wrinkles of age evident in his features, his boney hands clutched around an oak walking stick for dear life. "That place is swarmin' with ghosties!"
"Little beasties!" Another added in, her grey hair bouncing on her head as she shook in fear, her black pupils dilated; "That damn sasquash! They stick on your teeth every night, dirty Italians, all they want is sex."
She was very pleased when she finally depearted from the hell hole, the salt rushing into her nose, silky blood-red hair whipping against her face in the harsh winds. She liked the way her shoes squeaked against the slippery dock, the way the salt from the nearby ocean smelled and tasted when she breathed in. It was absolutely nothing like her hometown, but it would have to do for now. With nervousness rising in the pit of her stomach, she walked towards the lab. Finding the place was rather easy; communicating with others for the socially awkward girl, well... wasn't.
When she reached the building, she silently reached her knuckles up to the door and knocked.
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Post by Kat on Sept 20, 2012 16:25:46 GMT -5
The days just seemed to pass on by as Iouna worked on her studies. She currently was trying to figure out how pokemon even have powers. It sure did give her headache, even more than Creep bothering her all the time with his rumbling on about how good porn is and all that shit. Sighing softly, she pushed herself out of the black cushioned computer chair and paced around on her black heeled shoes. She had to admit she was rather bored, since no one has stopped by to pick up a starter pokemon lately.
Taking a sip of her black coffee, she was getting ready to sit down when someone knocked on the door. Finally! Iouna raced towards the wooden oak door, and turned the golden knob to open it up. A young girl with red hair stoof infront of her, no doubt that she was here for a starter pokemon. "Hello, I am Professor Iouna. I presume you're here for a pokemon? Well if so, come right on in." Iouna stepped out of the way for the girl to walk in. Iouna clapped her hands together and strolled over to her desk to grab the registration form, and the tray of pokeballs. "Here we are.. if you're wanting a pokemon, please fill out this form, and pick a pokemon from this tray. You many interact with them as you please." Iouna bowed her head and sat down at her desk as she waited for the girl to finish.
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INCON
Citizen/Traveler/Etc
[M:0]
we'll be glowing in the dark.
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Post by INCON on Sept 21, 2012 18:38:55 GMT -5
With the turn of a shiny golden knob, the door swung open almost with too much enthusiasm for the girl to react properly to. Her shoulders and arms tensed and stiffened when her voice beamed in a sing-song resembling way. "Hello, I am Professor Iouna. I presume you're here for a pokemon? Well if so, come right on in."
"W-well, alright."
When Rutherford entered the interior of the building, she couldn't help but feel a bit... well, awkward. She was an accident-prone clutz and in a place as clean and organized as this, she felt as if she were setting herself up for something to go horribly wrong.
But, for now, that simply wasn't the case.
"Here we are.. if you're wanting a pokemon, please fill out this form, and pick a pokemon from this tray. You many interact with them as you please." Before Rutherford could blink, she was presented with a rather small form consiting of only a handful of questions. Gingerly, she reached into a mug on the professor's desk and twirled the smooth plastic in her hands before scribbling quickly down on the paper. She wanted to get out of there, and fast.
Finally bringing herself to the small tray, she watched as the spheres remained perfectly still, nestled comfortably in their small space. Each one had a label. They all seemed quite... useless.
That was, until her eyes laid upon the letters of the pokemon listed at the very bottom. Bulbasaur. Rutherford blinked a few times in shock, checking to see if she had read correctly through her horrid vision; after reading the word over about five times more, the girl very carefully, with trembling hands, picked up the pokeball to read the information on the red and white front of the sphere.
Bulbasaur. Male. Docile.
He was perfect.
"H-he, I... just..." The girl swallowed a knot in her throat, attempting to desperately spit out what she was trying to say. "U-uhm. M-may I take the Bulbasaur?" God damn was she bad at communicating.
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Post by Kat on Sept 21, 2012 19:12:29 GMT -5
 Bulbasaur||Level 5||Male Docile||Overgrow Tackle|| Growl Pokeball x 10  Revive x 1  Potion x 5  Cellphone x 1  [center][img]http://sprites.pokecheck.org/s/001.gif[/img]
Bulbasaur||Level 5||Male
Docile||Overgrow
Tackle|| Growl[/center][center]Pokeball x 10 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem004.png[/img]
Revive x 1 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem024.png[/img]
Potion x 5[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem013.png[/img]
Cellphone x 1[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem296.png[/img][/center] |
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