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Post by LINDON REISS on Apr 7, 2010 20:35:38 GMT -5
"For the last time, it's okay!" Lindon told Skorpius for what seemed like the thousandth time. It didn't matter how many times Lindon repeated himself, though. No matter how many times he was forgiven for something, even if it was an accident, Skorpius was extremely stubborn in whether or not he would stop apologizing, usually by perching on Lindon's shoulder and pouring out his regrets for the action he took, even though he knew that Lindon couldn't understand him. He eventually stopped, of course, but no one could predict how long it would take.
The event that Skorpius was apologizing for at the moment had occurred only an hour and a half ago on Route 39, though it felt like it had been longer. The team and their trainer had been relaxing in a small clearing, mostly listening to Lindon practicing his guitar and his singing. He was doing pretty well, seeing as nearly every member of the team was showing enjoyment in the song (Lindon could have sworn that he had even seen Krieger bobbing his head to the beat). Like always, Skorpius was the one who was the most energetic, even doing a little improvised dance to the song. Unfortunately, he let himself get a little out of control, using his pincers to tap out the beat, and swishing his tail in rhythm. It was only a matter of time until he severed the strings of Lindon's guitar.
By this time, Lindon was browsing through a shop in Olivine, desperately hoping that he would find a new set of guitar strings. While he was in no way happy about the current situation, he wasn't mad at Skorpius, or at anyone for that matter. The whole thing was an accident, as Skorpius was just enjoying the music. If anything, it was his own fault for not noticing that Skorpius was getting so close; at least, in his mind it was. Hell, he was more worried than anything. If he didn't find a set of strings, he wouldn't be able to practice, and if he wasn't able to practice, he'd lose any hint of skill whatsoever, and then he'd just be some talentless kid! "Come on, I've got to find some guitar strings...!" He muttered to himself as he sifted through the assorted items on one shelf.
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Post by IAN THOMAS on Apr 8, 2010 15:02:53 GMT -5
“The bottom of the box! Hold the bottom!” Ian shifted the container quickly in his grip to cover the falling-out bottom of the cardboard box. He and his temporary employer breathed a sigh of relief. The old woman, who ran a little family shop in Olivine that sold a little of everything, had met Ian this morning. Her two sons, who usually helped her run things and stock shelves, were sick in their homes and left their mother overburdened and alone.
Really, Ian couldn’t help but to offer some help. Besides, the lady got a kick out of Saver and he seemed fond of her as well.
“Now, take the box you’re holding and those two,” she pointed to two much smaller boxes, “and stock things up, alright?”
“Got it,” Ian confirmed. He reorganized so that the small boxes were on top of the heavy one and lifted all three. The shiny Furret, seeing his trainer hard at work, ran over and clawed his way up Ian’s clothes until he sat on the heavy containers. “Just like a critic; all scorn and no help!” Still, he moved to a shelf where a younger male seemed to be scouring for something with a Gligar on his shoulder.
As he opened a small box, Saved reached for a small bell and began admiring the shine and the noise. Ian looked through all three boxes and was amazed at the variety. Some of it was normal, everyday stuff, while other things seemed to almost qualify as antiques. He placed items both new and used on the shelves. “Hey, stop the noise!” he finally complained to his Furret when it had continually shaken the bell for a few minutes.
"Furr!" The pink-hued pokémon placed his toy on a lower shelf and decided to set his attention to the other occupant in the store; Lindon and his Gligar. The purple FlyScorpion Pokémon seemed to be apologizing for something, though just what Saver couldn’t figure. He could tell, however, that trainer and pokémon were intent on something.
Ian took notice too. “Looking for something in particular? I’d love to help before your Gligar worries its tail off.”
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Post by LUCIA WINTERS on Apr 24, 2010 4:00:02 GMT -5
"URGH! Why isn't this stupid thing working?!" a young girl screamed, her voice echoing throughout the whole of Olivine City. People started to walk past, giving her suspicious looks. Why was a young girl screaming at a vending machine?
For some odd reason, the young teenage girl had decided to set out on a quest. A Pokemon journey! At first it seemed like a good idea, but the sight of her father's boat zooming away from the Olivine Port sent a feeling of horror straight through her body. She had no human friends, just her Pokemon which she couldn't really understand anyway! How the heck was she supposed to cope? Especially on such a warm day.
Her first port of call was to find herself a drink, which led her to the situation she was currently in. After wandering to a vending machine, the large OUT OF ORDER sign which was stuck on a sign next to it obviously wasn't enough to catch her attention. She happily stuck in a number of coins only to recieve... Nothing. Any normal person would probably walk away, but not Lucia. She wanted her drink and she wanted it now.
Slamming her fingers against all the buttons, the look of anger was spreading from her eyes to her whole face. Even her chubby pink Pokemon, Miltank, was starting to look like it was going to snap. With a final slam on the machine, she made an abrupt pause. Miltank looked up, slightly confused, wandering why it's trainer had suddenly stopped in her tracks. But all became clear as a slight tear rolled down her face, "M-My hand hurts! MUUUUUMMY!" she cried out, gaining more dodgey looks. Lucia looked around helplessly, sniffing gently to herself, "M-Miltank! Is there no nice people around here? All I wanted was a dri-dri-driiiiiiiiink!" she cried out again.
Sensing her owners saddness, a confident look spread across Miltank's face. It was going to give it's owner what it wanted, a drink! It went into a crouched position, catching Lucia's attention. Wiping her eyes from her crocodile tears, she gazed at her Miltank, "W-What are you doing?" It looked back and gave a gentle nod as if to say, wait and see, before looking forward at the machine. Suddenly, it threw it's chubby pink belly into the machine, leaving a crate-like dent and causing Lucia to scream once more, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
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Lunging forwards, she grabbed hold of her Miltanks hand. The pair were now rushing as fast as their little feet could carry them. "You shouldn't destroy things, Miltank! I bet someone is going to find us and throw us in jail!" A quiet-looking little shop caught her attention, causing her to carefully swoop around. She opened the door with a slam, both her face and her pokemon panting furiously due to the running. Thankfully, the few people who were inside probably couldn't see this thanks to the many shelves. Catching her breath, she pretending to browse the nearest shelf, whispering down to her Miltank, "We will be fine here... In fact, I dont think anyone was even following us in the first place..."
With a gentle slap on her forehead, she turned the corner to the next shelf, finding herself bumping into someone. A fellow teenager with blonde hair in fact, "O-Oh. Sorry. Excuse me." Her eyes flickered up to his face and the sight made her heart skip a beat. She must've looked odd staring at him, but he was pretty cute. Miltank soon snapped her out of it by gently tapping her leg. She quickly looked down before making an awkward laugh, "-Ahaha... Sorry!" she added, quickly moving past him.
[[WOAH-MYGAWD! Would you guys like some gear to climb over this wall of text? x___x I placed some * * *'s which is basically her in the shop, so you can just read that bit if you like. xD And sorry for being sooo sloooow]]
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