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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:16 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:46 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 10:54 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:06 am
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To say that the train yard looked like an abandoned train yard would be a silly observation. It looked like a battle ground. For example, there was a train(train car?) that looked like it had been thrown by some force. The whole place looked like some pseudo-battleground for the youth of Nacrene. Perhaps this is where the locals held their battles?
Henrietta, being a shy girl, diverted her eyes once N acknowledged her presence. She was staring off at the train yard now, at a caboose that stood stoic, worn only by time.
Her left hand rested on her right arm. Why had she come out here? It hadn't actually been to follow N, though he was familiar. The person she had been following was gone, she observed. She must've been just a bit too slow.
"N-no, s-sorry," was her response. She looked around a bit more, twirling around once before she stopped, facing N again, her eyes on his feet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 1:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 1:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:42 pm
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"Underwater? Wow, cool!" Eunmi said, grinning. "Alright, I'll meet you over there."
The teenager made for the Pokemon Center exit, now that Henrietta was out of sight. As she did, not watching where she was going, she crashed straight into someone, knocked backwards and off her feet.
"Oww!" she murmured, leaning upright. D-Vee, being more careful than the girl, stood back and looked up at the person who bumped into her - he had also fallen on his a**.
"What the heck?!" the boy said, adjusting his glasses to his face. Eunmi blinked and looked up, recognizing the voice.
"Cheren?" she said in surprise. Beside him, on her feet, was a girl in a green hat.
"Emi!" she said happily with a wave. The boy, Cheren, however, did not look as amused. He scrambled up, dusting off his pants.
"Still causing trouble?" he grimaced, catching the green-hat girl's hand as she extended it to help the korean girl up. Eunmi rose to her feet, her expression dropping slightly by the boy's attitude.
"I didn't intend to knock you down," Eunmi replied as she dusted herself off, smiling politely at the girl. "Hi, Bel, nice to see you too."
"I heard from your mom you started Pokemon training, but I didn't think you'd actually do it," Bel chimed up. She peered down at D-Vee. "Still just you and D-Vee? Any others?"
"Who cares?" Cheren said. "She probably just lied to her mom so she could go on a shopping spree in Castelia." He pulled Bel back as he started to walk away. Bel stumbled, looking down at him.
"That's ridiculous, Cheren!" she said, pulling her hand away. "Right, Emi?"
Eunmi scratched the back of her head and looked down at D-Vee. She had sort of lied to her mom. Not for a shopping spree, no, but she also hadn't really wanted to be a trainer either.
"See?" Cheren said. "She hasn't changed-"
"Wrong," Eunmi said, a smirk on her face, hand on her hip, a poke ball drawn. "I challenge you to a Pokemon battle!"
"Wh-what?" Cheren said as he took a staggered step back.
Eunmi screwed up her senior year, and Cheren's judgements of her were based on how their long-standing friendship had crumbled to bits because of her actions. She probably hurt Bel, too, but the blonde girl was more forgiving, it seemed.
"Scared?" Eunmi asked, tossing the Poke Ball up and down. "I thought you were really into Pokemon, last I checked."
"And last I checked, you didn't even know what the rules to a match were," Cheren said, drawing a poke ball.
"I've changed," she said.
"Too often," Cheren frowned.
"Try to keep up," Eunmi said, tossing the poke ball forward. With a flash of light, Dali appeared. Cheren paused, smirked, and placed is poke ball back on his hip. He moved his hand to another one and tossed it forward. A green Pokemon appeared - a Snivy.
"Looks like you still don't know much," he said. "I've got the type advantage."
"You can take your type advantage and shove it," Eunmi said. "Dali, Fury Cutter!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:07 pm
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