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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 12:14 am
"You are a sad, sick, selfish little boy..."
"You are a sad, sick, selfish little boy..."
"Yyyooooooouuu aaaaaaaaareeee a sadsickandselfishLITTLLLLLE BOOOY, AND I WANT NOTHING TO...I forgot how it wen-oh right, DOOOOOOOOO WITH YOU!" Mike sang his former rejection like the national anthem, complete with fake crowd noises. "Thank you! Thank you my adoring fans! I'll be here...for the rest of my life! Hahahahaha!!" He rocked back and forth, wearing a blank smile on his face. "That is, of course, until Keegan gets my little package. Then he'll be so overwhelmed by our former buddyship, that he'll come and vouch for me!" He grinned. "He'll be all like-'ruur, Mike isn't crazy, rurr," the pitch of his voice dropped to near cartoon character level, not even close to what the redheaded boy actually sounded like. "Rurr, he's just sad his girlfriend broke up with him. Well, she didn't really break up with him, that just doesn't make sense, she's just being cute and silly like usual, she'll come around, ruur.' Thank you Keegan! I always knew we were best friends! 'Rurr, no problem pal, rurr.'" Yep, any time now. Aaaaanytime no-his foot itched. Boy those pills they made him swallow really made his feet happy, er, itch. He was the one that felt happy. WOW, his head hurt. "I wooonder when I'm going to see my Pokemon again." he mused, accompanied by a happy hum. "Mom said she was switching them out for me, I hope she doesn't take too long."
The boy, spent the next hour or so attempting to scratch and itch on his foot. It was in the perfect spot so he couldn't really get at it with his other foot, but he couldn't use his hands because...well, you know.
So, Milo inquired. Become accustomed to the nuthouse already have we? If he had control of Mike's hands (and they weren't tied around his waist), he'd be rapping his fingers.
"Yes. No, heeeeeeeeeeee-what?" an elated Mike replied, grinning stupidly
Milo sighed. One of the best about living in your head is I know you're faking it. Like right now.
"You know," Mike growled, squirming in place. "You really have to stop ruining everything."
Oh please, we didn't ruin anything. Everything that's happened so far has been all you, kiddo.
"That's not true." Mike snapped back. "Things aren't that bad."
There was a momentary silence from the other end. I'm not even going to justify that. Milo said with another pompous and drawn out sigh. He needed to get out of here. Maybe if he used his glo-
"Chrrh-Honey?-cchhzrrt!" A strange sound crackled from his right shoulder.
"Hi mom!" Mike cried out happily, then paused. His smile slowly dipped into a grumpy pout. "...I'm hearing things again aren't I?"
Um, no. I think that was-
"Honey, can you-chhrzt-hear me?" his crackling shoulder inquired again.
"Okay, I'll bite." Mike replied with a dramatic sigh. "Hi mom. You bugged me again didn't you?"
"Sweetie!" screeched the small electronic device on the right collar of his straight jacket. "Yes honey, I bugged you, but it's for a good reason this time!"
"I'd love to hear it." The totally casual manner in which such intrusive tenancies were handled would have been staggering to anyone but him.
She put a wire on you? Milo asked in slight astonishment. Now I know where we get all of it from.
"Shut up."
"Michael Kyoka! You will not talk to your mother like that when she's going out of her way to break you out of a mental hospital!
"No wait mom I was talking to...what did you say?"
"I'm getting you out of there baby! No son of mine is going to spend his best years bound and locked up!" Mike could hear Proton's reaffirming buzz noises on the other side. She was going to break him out? He felt...conflicted on that subject. On one hand, things could go according to plan and he'd be out and about in no time. But on the other hand, he'd be a fugitive on the run, hunted like an animal, and that's not even counting his own mental issues. On the other other hand, this was his mother. Nothing ever went how it should have been. Countless times he was awoken in the middle of the night by random explosion thinking the house was going to collapse. And now this same woman was going to attempt to break him out of an insane asylum without killing everyone inside.
This was going to be juuuuust great.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:52 am
"Heh, thanks," Keegan chuckled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. It felt kinda weird to have people actually acknowledge his birthday, since he was so used to just letting the day go by like it was any other, but he couldn't help but feel kind of good about it. He didn't get much of a chance to dwell on it as soon Riza'd grabbed him by the arm and was leading him out the door. He was barely able to take Shiva's Pokeball from the nurse let alone clip it safely to his belt before they were outside again. "Yeah, sure, fine," he said, knowing at this point it would probably be pointless to argue with her. That, and it hurt to much to try to struggle free of her grip. He didn't really see what was wrong with his current outfit, aside from it being more than a little bloody and roughed up. Nothing a quick wash wouldn't cure, anyway. "I guess I could use a new jacket," he murmured, already missing his old one.
He allowed Riza to lead him to wherever it was she wanted to take him shopping, painfully aware of all the strange looks they were getting. "Are you sure this is really such a good idea?" he asked, finally wrenching his arm free from Riza's in order to light up a cigarette. He had a feeling he would be doing this a lot today.
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I can't wait until Aska evolves into a Pidgeot, Miharu thought, watching the Pidgeotto fly gracefully back up into the air after successfully delivering her Sand-Attack. The bird was clever and resourceful, and reaching the final stage in her evolution line would definitely add to those skills. Miharu looked over at Blanca, glad the stand-in gym leader was getting into the battle. Damn, I don't know how to counter a Scary Face, other than to find a way to keep Aska from seeing it... I know!
"Aska, use Featherdance," the small girl commanded, authority ringing in her voice. The Pidgeotto let out a cry and deftly spun around in the air, bringing her wings together and causing a flurry of glowing white feathers to rain down towards the Fairy Pokemon.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:17 am
Well, that is what would happened if Mike was at least semi-coherent. And since you and I both know he wasn't, it was something like this: Karen spent about five minutes calming Mike down after he began screaming and ranting in jumbled hysterics when he heard his straight jacket talking back to him claiming to be his mother. She had to put Proton on the line to convince him it was in fact her. Despite not being able to speak English, after hearing a monotonous "Maaaaaiiii" from his beloved Magneton, Mike calmed down enough that Karen could continue.
"Wh-where are you mom?" asked a frightened and confused Mike. "Did you take my Pokemon with you?"
"Yes honey, I'm-chhrrzt-at the Pokemon Center right now." replied Mrs. Kyoka. Thankfully it was past midnight, so no one was really there to listen in. "I did everything you-chrrht-asked. Your team is all switched around and I sent Kenny to Keegan's PC."
"G-good. T-thank you."
"Alright sweetie, now list-cchrrrht-up." Karen's voice became suddenly serious. "I can get you out of there, and your friend, the cute blond one, is gonna deal with that stu-cchhhrrtt-diotic wing-boy-"
"Kassie? How do you know Kassie?"
"We just met. Total button." The woman said in reply. "But that's not important. Once I blow out the wall-"
I like how this woman operates.
"-they're going to rush in and grab you. What I need from you is to figure out some way where they won't be able to get to you for just long enough to escape. I'll help out from this end as much as I can."
I think I have just the thing. Milo said with a mental smirk.
"Bye honey, I love you, I'll call you when I get there!" The line crackled out and then went dead.
He was nervous, obviously. Who wouldn't be in a situation like this? Busting out from a mental hospital wasn't anything he would be proud of (at least not initially), but at the same time, there was something...exciting about the whole thing. On the run from the law, it had its own charm to id. He'd just have to pretend that he was in a Team Rocket prison or something. The way he operated with them, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch. The boy only hoped that Kassie and his mom wouldn't get hurt helping him escape. Mike let out a slight whimper as he continued to rock back and forth. Hn-hn-hn-hn-hn-hn... Milo chuckled menacingly as he formulated a way for them to provide a sufficient 'distraction'.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:32 am
"Of course it's a good idea," Riza said, rolling her eyes a little at the comment. "You see all those strange looks we're getting? It's because you look like you escaped from a Quentin Tarantino flick. And since you somehow managed to steal away," she flashed the redhead a devilish grin and winked at him, "I think you could look at least somewhat civilized. For me, since you seem to be so terribly fond of my company." She emphasized the last part of her statement, now shooting an annoyed glare at him as he lit up a cancer stick right in front of her. "What is it with you boys and your smoking? You think it looks cool or something? Well I'll tell you what, you won't be cool when you're dying of lung cancer, I'll tell you that." She shook her head in annoyance and continued walking.
It didn't take long for Riza to pick out an appropriate store and shoo Keegan into it, after waiting for him to be finished with his gross little habit, and she happily browsed around while she let the red haired boy go pick out some clothes. Riza wouldn't quite label herself a shop-o-holic, but shew as rather fond of it, as noted by the rather generous collection of shoes and other tantalizing accessories she had back home in Blackthorne (both homes, since she technically had two to the fact that her parents were divorced). She hadn't really planned on buying anything for herself, though she did spot a rather tasteful belt that would match her outfit perfectly as well as hold six pokeballs, and that right there was the deal-sealer. 'Well, I guess this isn't so bad,' she thought, fastening the belt to her waist and admiring herself in a mirror. 'Looking good, as always.' She smiled at her reflection and looked around for her newest traveling companion, wondering if he'd found anything yet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:25 am
Junko and her skull faced friend thoughtfully made their way towards Route 40. The duo didn't have a Pokemon on which to Surf, much less the badge and HM that went along with it, but they were determined. The Good Rod her mother had bestowed upon her had better catch something.
Junko placed her hand above her head to block out the mid-afternoon sun from her eyes as she looked up to the sky. It was a bit warmer than she was used to around here, even though the young girl wasn't terribly far from her hometown. Her hazel eyes scanned the horizon until her focus landed on short cliff of rocks. A perfect place for fishing.
Hades, mimicking his trainer, threw his hand above his skull to block out the intruding sun as well. Copying her movements seemed to be a favorite pastime of his.
She could feel the grains of sand crunch beneath her feet as she scrambled towards the rocky hill. The purple haired girl struggled somewhat as she made her way up the obstacle, her feet slipping out from under her as some rocks, now set free of their confinement, rolled down the hill behind her. Luckily, her ghostly friend was there to catch her when needed.
Once at the top of said 'mountain' she let out a glorious "HA!" in her triumph over the hindrance. Junko looked to her partner, giving him a thumbs up for a job well done. "Now for the fishing part." she said mostly to herself. She relieved her bag of the Good Rod and placed a shiny lure, that bared a unmistakable resemblance to a Yanma, on the end of the line. She hoped she'd be able to catch something more than some Magikarps.
The ghost Pokemon watched with his one eye, as the girl let the line fly down into the watery depths below. He then took his place next to his master, settling in for a nap perhaps. Fishing usually took a little while, right? They'd probably be there for a good thirty minutes tops before they'd be able to catch a water type as their new partner. A brief cat nap would suffice.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 11:30 am
Keegan frowned at the first remark, having yet another look at his jeans. Did he really look that bad? He seriously didn't think so, but at this point he was willing to throw on anything if it would make her shut up already. He would liked to have simply ignored her comments about his smoking, having heard far worse from his own mother when she first discovered her son's new habit, but pretending that he didn't hear these kinds of things never seemed to make it better. The redhead smirked and exhaled a cloud of bluish smoke, watching it drift upwards on the breeze. "People who smoke know the risks, all right? So. If you are aware of this fact, then it only means one simple thing: WE. DON'T. CARE."
Now that his point had been made, he took a few more long drags and closed his eyes, in no real rush to finish quickly. After all, he wasn't very fond of shopping unless it was absolutely necessary. He crushed the finished cigarette butt under his heel, muttering in protest as the raven-haired girl practically shoved him through the doors, but once he was inside, he couldn't help but find himself interested in obtaining a new look. It didn't take as long as he thought, as he simply picked out a pair of comfortably fitting blue jeans and an off-white shirt, though he was disappointed to find that they didn't have any black overcoats just like the one he'd had before, though after mulling it over he settled on a brown leather one that was similar enough in style to his old jacket. After quickly trying everything on he studied his reflection and decided it looked good enough for him, and he headed out, holding his hands out in front of him defensively as he approached Riza. "Is this civilized enough for you?"
((This post gave me a Blue Giftbox!))
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 12:20 pm
Nina did admit that she was in a little bit of a pickle at the moment. She'd forgotten that Maorde had that damned Metagross, and neither she nor Whitney had a Pokemon on the field that was particularly strong against it. All that she could do for the time being was to debilitate it; she debated putting it to sleep like Charizard, but she knew that was only a temporary effect. "Sakura! We need to deal with that Metagross; I want you to use a Stun Spore attack, now!"
"Clefable, keep doing what you were! Launch another Metronome attack!"
"Typical," Maorde commented. "Taffy, use Metal Claw on that Bellossom. It's naught but a thorn in our side, and we need to eliminate it."
Sakura was determined to at least attack before she would be struck. She waited, remaining motionless, as Metagross rushed at her, its front right arm raised high. It quickly brought its arm down towards Sakura, but moments before it struck her, she unleashed her attack, the spores covering the larger Pokemon's body and paralyzing it. A moment or two later, she was on the receiving end of a powerful attack, and was knocked unconscious. Nina recalled her into her Pokeball, and was deciding on which Pokemon to send out in the next round. You did well, she thought.
Having concentrated enough, Clefable was ready to attack. Her body glowed red, and it was almost as if she could feel her innards growing warmer. It was like a fiery inferno was raging inside of her, and she couldn't control it-- and within a few seconds, she didn't have to control it. Opening her mouth, she razed Taffy in a fiery explosion.
This was Blast Burn.
Due to Taffy's paralyzed state, he was unable to attempt to dodge the attack, becoming entirely incinerated. He was scorched with an immense force, and the only thing that kept the poweful Pokemon from fainting was the fact that Clefable was a Normal-type Pokemon. Had she been a Fire-type and used that attack, it was highly likely that the added power would have instantly knocked out her opponent. As Clefable collapsed to the ground, exhausted and needing to rest, Maorde looked on in a stupor. "What in the hell!" he exclaimed. "Are you even kidding me right now?! First Frenzy Plant and now Blast Burn? What's next, Hydro Cannon? Hyper Beam?" He was visibly irritated, but Whitney just laughed. "You can't take it, can you?" she taunted. She had to admit, she was surprised at her run of luck. It wouldn't shock her terribly that should she use Metronome again, Clefable would end up getting Splash or Tackle or something along those lines.
Nina grinned at Whitney's comment, removing a Pokeball from her belt. Flinging it onto the field, Aphrodite let out a soothing cry as she burst onto the field, making her debut.
Just a little longer, Sabrina thought. Just a little bit longer... keep him distracted, girls. Keep this going.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:55 pm
"Donnie! Rollout! Don't let that bird get off the ground!" Cassie commanded. Almost instantly, the elephant-looking Pokemon jumped forward, tucking itself into a wheel form, quickly gaining momentum as it sped towards Ky's Xatu.
Having been so focused on his last attack, the Xatu had little reaction time left as his mental state returned to the battle. All he could manage was a slight evasive side-step, which wasn't enough to avoid the Donphan from hitting him like a feathery bowling pin, knocking the bird flat to the ground. From the outside, it didn't look like much more than a special form of a Tackle, but to the Xatu it felt like he had just been hit by a runaway boulder. Nevertheless, it didn't take the bird long to pick himself up with his wings, flapping a little to regain his balance (this was his first battle in his new form after all). Then, to Ky's surprise, his Xatu stared directly at him.
"The reason why I ask this chore,
Is that I need a reason to fight.
A name is all I'm asking for,
A name that will lend me might."
Even though the Xatu's request was so simple, Ky couldn't help but let his pal's words reach his heart. It was as if the issue at hand was ten... no... a hundred times as important as the outcome of this battle. "A name that will lend you might huh..." Ky thought to himself. Now taking this matter seriously, Ky didn't even bother to think of the next move. Little Guy was more to him then just his hired combatant. Little Guy was his friend. So, using the time he'd normally run through a list of strategies through his head, he spent thinking of names. "Flyguy... no .... Psyguy?.... no...." Ky thought in bitter concentration.
Meanwhile, Cassie's Donphan was taking its time to build up speed, tearing up the nearby grass as it made for a long u-turn back towards its opponent. "Better think fast, brat! This fight's gunna be over if you don't! Donnie, Rollout!" she called, smiling just as strongly. The Donphan soon made its turnaround, racing towards the Xatu at twice the speed he had before.
"What's a name that will lend him might?!" Ky thought in irritation. "He uses such weird words, all just to talk to me using a stupid poe... POE!!!" Ky called, realizing he had stupidly forgotten to even call out a counter-move. "POE! USE...!" Ky cried, but it was too late.
Ky's Xatu, even in the face of an oncoming wrecking ball, had his eyes closed as if he had just entered a state of peace. "Thanks Ky... that'll do..." Poe said simply. Then, with a devastating collision, Ky's Xatu was sent flying towards the forest's entrance, landing early enough to tumble and settle just at the foot of a nearby tree. Everyone including Ky simply stood speechless until the Rocket Recruits spoke up.
"Steeeeeerike! You're out!" called out Steevo, pumping out his fist as if he had landed the final blow. Lex simply stood with a frown, shaking his head. Similarly, Cassie was dumbstruck in a state of pure disappointment.
"Wow kid... way to choke..." she said in a bitter, almost angry tone. She then held out her Pokeball to recall her Donphan, who was still rolling off in the distance. "Come on guys. We beat him. He was just a loser after all..."
Tracy, having watched in the same amount of confusion, couldn't come up with any words of comfort. He had thought Ky was doing an excellent up until then. So, in loss of words, he simply cliched, "You win some; you lose some." He then looked over at Ky's Xatu, clearly fainted. The little bug catcher girl had run over in desperation to try and wake the poor bird up, followed by Ky's equally-confused Sting. "Go collect your Pokemon and we'll head back," Tracy said as he head over to his ATV, still carrying Ky's Totodile in his arms.
Ky didn't know what to feel. He was struck dumb by his own actions just as everyone else had. What was he thinking? Then again, as he looked over at his fallen friend, he took Poe's last words to heart. It was clear that Ky's Xatu wasn't in the mood to fight, probably due to his recent evolution. Even though Ky felt sore that he had just lost to those Rockets, simply calling out Poe's name to return him to his Pokeball felt as if he had made a greater accomplishment in its place.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 2:07 pm
Because of the fact that Clefable was resting, Whitney was unable to issue any commands to her for this round. That meant that this round would be riding on Nina's shoulders. Sorry about that, she thought to herself, but I think you'll be able to handle it. I believe in you. Contemplating for a moment, Nina grinned. She knew that Charizard would be waking up any time now, and she elected to take this opportunity to inflict as much damage to him as humanly-- or, rather, Pokemanly-- possible. "Aphrodite, let's focus on that Charizard! Slam him with a Water Pulse attack!" Maorde shook his head furiously. "I don't think so!" he hollered. "Taffy, protect Charizard! Jump in front of him, keep him safe!"
The Lapras reared her head back, almost smiling. Lurching forward, she blasted a circular stream of water at Charizard. Despite Taffy's best attempts to protect its teammate, the paralysis kicked in again, entirely immobilizing it. All it could do was stand and watch as the Fire Pokemon was sprayed down with a powerful Water attack. Weakened, but still far from being knocked out, that blast of water was what the larger Pokemon needed to be awoken. He snorted angrily, flames shooting out of his nostrils. Infuriated, Charizard shot forward towards Aphrodite, flapping his wings furiously to propel himself at an accelerated rate. Giving the Water-type no quarter, he quickly and repeatedly raked and slashed his claws across her skin, before turning and going back to Maorde's side.
Nina blinked a few times, not really expecting such a reaction from Charizard. Well, s**t, she thought. That was rude. Maorde laughed. "Well done, Charizard. Keep that up and this'll be over in no time."
Good...
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 2:38 pm
Riza turned around when she heard Keegan's voice, half expecting to see him wearing something ridiculous or overpriced, perhaps even both for no reason other than just to piss her off. Instead she was pleasantly surprised to see him wearing nice jeans and a shirt, and the new leather jacket was very him. She smiled and nodded, looking him up and down a few times, probably more than was actually necessary. "You look....great," she said finally, meaning every word of it. "Let's get this stuff paid for and get out of here."
Once that was done, and they were back outside, Riza quickly fitted her three pokeballs onto her new belt, very pleased with the fact that it made her look like a trainer. She did a bit of a twirl before stopping and looking at Keegan. "So...where to now?" She didn't want to admit it but she was actually quite hungry.
((Short and lame, I know, but I'm kinda struggling with writers block here.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 2:48 pm
"We've now arrived at Celadon City." an automated voice announced over the train speaker system. "Please wait until we've come to a complete stop before departing."
"Imposant!" Sasha cheered, jumping from the seat and snatching a surprised Omelette, who let out a frightened squeak at the sudden change. With a smile on her face, the pink haired girl gently plopped the Azurill on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring pat on the head. "Et ici, vous allez." Omelette cooed in relief and wrapped her tail around the girl's arm for stability, still not good at the whole balance thing. Ms. Jennings happily skipped off the train, finding herself in the familiar locale of Celadon City. "Smell that good Kanto air, mon amour!" she cried joyfully, taking in a deep breath. "Now down to buisness. It's Fearow time."
Sasha strolled through town at a somewhat hurried pace. She was excited to capture another Pokemon, but it was impossible for her to visit home and not stop to check the sights. Even though she lived in Celadon, it never ceased to amaze her how much it would change in so short a time. All the shops, the theaters, the restaurants, it was like a hyperactive Ditto: always changing. "Oh, ze Cooper's have a new lunch special!" The dish in question was a marsala pasta dish. All those mushrooms, and that sauce... Sasha shuddered with pleasure, trying to refrain from drooling right there in public. "I'll be back for you." she said, pointing to the sign threateningly. Perched on Sasha's shoulder, Omelette was nearly rendered catatonic from all the new sights, smells and sounds that rushed towards the little Azurill. It was almost too much to handle.
"Ril!" she cried, clinging close to the pink haired girl's face for safety.
"Oh mon bébé," Sasha puckered her lips as she spoke, nuzzling the baby Pokemon with her cheek. "Nothings going to hurt you while I'm around." Omelette let out a low whine and tightened her grip on the girl's left arm.
After an hour or so of walking around, Sasha grew tired of sightseeing, a surge of motivation slamming into her so hard it almost knocked her flat on her butt. "Sans doute!" she shouted, slamming a fist into an open palm. "Enough playing around, now iz the time for actione!" In a blur of bright pink, Sasha took off for the edge of town, Omelette wailing in protest as she frantically tried to stay attached.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:21 pm
Why is she looking at me like that? Keegan thought, blinking. It wasn't as though he'd gone out of his way to pick out nice clothes, in fact he was sure that the labels weren't designer (not like he'd know either way, as is the life of a straight man) or very expensive for that matter. Again he smiled at Riza, more so for her nice compliment, finding it to be amazing he was capable of doing so after everything he'd just been through. At least I know she's genuinely smiling at me, and not just putting on some elaborate facade to trick me into thinking she actually likes me or something heartless like that. At least, I hope not. God, I hope not. Those second thoughts made him frown as he gathered up his old clothes, not really sure what do do with them. Now that he wasn't wearing them he could see that they were indeed dirtier than he'd imagined. Not only that but there was a baseball-sized hole in the right side of the butt and he let out a rather unimaginative curse word. I've been walking around with a hole in my a** all ******** day!! Someone up there really hates me, I know it!
Keegan followed Riza out of the store, emptying the pockets of his old jeans before throwing them into the nearest trash can. In doing so he rediscovered the gilded tickets to the dance-thing and he sighed heavily before looking up at Riza. "I don't care, food is food," he said flatly, considering tossing those into the trash as well but instead he just jammed them into his pocket again where they would undoubtedly be forgotten.
((Not lame. We can just use our powers of fast-forwarding to get past lunch if ya want. I don't mind either way.))
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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:26 pm
Standing up bravely, Luffy stared down at the menacing and each of them about a foot larger then him. The Ludicolo and the Charmeleon were going down, there was no hope for them. He had nothing against them really but he had to go through them to get to the ones who had hurt his nakama.
The two pokemon across from him weren't to sure what to think, sure it was an Aipom but the way it was staring at them. Besides it was two against one, and the trainer across from them seemed to be crying. Why was the other trainer crying? Well either way they had to do what there trainers told them to, they wouldn't go to hard on that Aipom though. "All right Ludicolo lets get those clouds to start the rain falling!"
"Hey Dart is on the field!"
"Hey its going to start raining anyway!"
"Man forget you! If you do that then I will just use Sunny Day."
"Ok fine then! Elite Beat use your Nature Power!" Elite Beat just seemed to sigh, his trade mark dancing barely going. Looking back at his trainer then back over at the Aipom he did a few half hearted dance moves his body glowing. The attack that happened was somewhat weak looking Tri Attack towards Luffy.
The Aipom dodged lazy Tri Attack and started to run forward ready to use his Fake Out. Moving past the Ludicolo he stopped right in front of the Charmeleon and pushed him back to the ground.
"Dart use your- Hey!"
Not wasting another second Luffy turned and smashed his tail down on the Charmeleon's stomach in a spectacular Brick Break. Just because the other two were going to go easy on him didn't mean he was going to go easy on them. He always went full out in a serious battle, he also had a lot of aggression to get out to.
"Dart use your Dragon Rage." The Charmeleon did just that opening its mouth and letting the blue flames out and crashing into Luffy's back.
Luffy just gritted his teeth at the pain and flipping himself up into the air he let out a barrage of Swifts that headed towards the two pokemon.
"Elite Beat use your Bubble Beam!" The Ludicolo grunted slightly as the stars slammed into its body before opening its mouth and sending a barrage of bubbles at the Aipom. When the attack hit the small Aipom it knocked him back a few feet.
"Dart use your Dragon Dance!" The Charmeleon nodded and started to glow. However its attack didn't go through because Luffy recovered from the Bubble Beam and smashed his tail in its stomach again in another Brick Break. The Charmeleon tumbled back a few times, it tried to push itself back up again before it fell back down to the ground.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:23 pm
"ARRRGH!" The purple clad girl yelled out in dismay, delivering a swift kick to a perfectly innocent rock nearby. "IT'S BEEN THREE HOURS!" She wailed, "WHERE ARE THE DAMN FISH!?" In her rage she threw her mother's gift to the dirt. Immediately the pole bounced back up and proceeded to dive off the rocks, heading to a watery grave. Noticing the event, Junko could only scream more. "Noo! Hades do something!" she commanded pointing to the fishing rod as it made its trip over the edge. It would probably cost at least five whole bucks to buy another one. It had to be retrieved!
Hades, being on the receiving end of the order, awoke nervously from his 'nap'. Being the floaty type creature he was, it wouldn't be too tricky. He dove over the edge after the escaping object and caught the rod just before the sea could claim it. Another victory for today! he thought to himself, remembering the 'treacherous' cliff they had so 'skillfully' climbed earlier. He released the bounty onto the dirt in front of his friend and quickly fell into a macho-man pose.
"Phew, that was close..." Junko uttered as she claimed the prize. "Maybe we should move to a different location." she suggested, taking a deep breath of sea air. A wiggling sensation in her hand caused her attention to turn back to the fishing rod. It's moving!? There's something on the line! She hadn't even noticed that the fishing line was indeed still in the water. "We've got a BITE!" she screamed, ready to high-five her partner. It was much to soon for such celebrating, as the defiant rod tore from her hands and once again made its way over the cliff. This time however, Junko would do the dirty work for herself as she sprang into action to grab the persistent pole. The young girl suddenly realized how much of a bad idea her action was. She was able to grab the pole but only the back of her heel remained grounded to the rocks and for the split second she had to think, she knew that falling forward and spiraling down to the sea was the only thing in store for her.
Hades, however, would not have such a thing. Although, he had to admit, in hindsight seeing the girl twirling down the cliff, appendages flapping wildly, would have its amusement. If she wasn't hurt or anything. No, no! That's not right! Now, perhaps if it were that brother... That'd be hilarious. Sending such horrible thoughts from his mind, he threw his ghostly hands around the closest thing to him that was also attached to her.
Junko's neck jerked back violently in an agonizing pop. "THAT'S MY HAIR!!" She bellowed, for all of Olivine to hear. What's that Skullface think he's doing, grabbing my pigtails!? She had to admit that beggars couldn't be choosers, and felt an intense relief as her backside hit the ground uncomfortably.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:28 pm
After a brief marital affair with Route 16, Sasha and Omelette arrived at Cycling Road. She hummed a happy tune as she unfolded her bicycle, the sheer concept of a collapsible vehicle still eluding her. She chose not to dwell on it, her brain instead opting for a sanguine diversion. While she toyed with her bike, Sasha noticed a group of ragged looking bikers giving her the look. You know the look that a hungry Mightyena gives to a wounded Stantler? Yeah, that one.
"Hey baby," one of the larger boys said as he rode over, eying Sasha with ill intent. "I haven't seen you around here in a while. How you been?"
"Hi Isaiah," Sasha replied, not taking her eyes off of her current project, grumbling in annoyance as it locked up on her. Omelette was not as composed, and recoiled in terror, beginning the nervous habit of nibbling on Sasha's cheek. "How're you and your hidebound idiots, with your burnish, bald heads?" Isaiah let out a genuinely amused laugh.
"You always act so high and mighty girl. That's not very nice, you make a guy like me feel bad."
"Je suis tellement désolé." Sasha said insincerely, finishing up with her bike and rolling off.
"And that french," Isaiah's meaty hand reached out and grabbed the rear wheel of the girl's bike, stopping it effortlessly. "Delicious." A few of his cronies behind him nodded in agreement. "How about a battle cutie?" Sasha rolled her eyes.
"I'm in a hurry. Must I?"
"We must."
"Ugh!" With a huff she dismounted her bike, Omelette hanging from her arm, nearly fainted from all the excitement. "Fine, but after I win, you leave me alone and let me go!"
"Scout's honor." Isaiah replied with an arrogant smirk.
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