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 Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:02 pm
"Aye! Git yer violent-lavender tail back in there this instant young lady!" Meeka growled as she pointed her finger into the open doorway. Catherine shook her head, her Mewtwo legs buckling with nervous tension. "Butbutbut, Meeka-sama! I cannot! There...there is strangers in there!" Meeka frowned again, her eyebrows furrowing with anger. The female Mewtwo whimpered in protest one more, but eventually was dragged, pummeled, kicked and restrained inside the Day Care's building. As the other six Pokemon earned a kiss upon the forehead and were handed over, Meeka waved them off. "Hehe! This be feelin' great!" she chimed into the air as she ventured from the Day Care couple to Katarina square. The weather was decent, with mild sun penetrating the sky and shining the area with great ambiance.
The Breeder had decided to take a rest day. Her father had sent no shipments and Medley had gone back to Johto to spend time with dear ole dad. With nothing to bother her, Meeka paid her fair in advance and left all her Pokemon with the responsible pair. As she wandered about the square, eyes sparkling at each unique Pokemon, Catherine became bombarded with a group of what seemed to be young coordinators. "Miss, can you please try these?", "Excuse me, taste these?", "Take and taste these! They are marvelous!" were some of the questions directed towards her as she hollered and was pushed back and fourth between. Her opened screaming mouth became filled with block treats as she pushed them away. Chewing, Meeka growled again. "Away cre'tins!" she said as she huffed with reddened cheeks. "I dun' need yer crap!"
Apparently, the Pokeblock competition had begun and young coordinators needed funding. By winning this competition, they would be so financially stable they would be able to lose a competition and still receive a ribbon towards the Grand cup. Unfortunately, random passerby's would be smothered over by worried coordinators. How horrible to go through, especially during an off day.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:17 pm
Another young lady not too far away was having the same trouble, she was getting annoyed, yes, but she just couldn't say no. It wasn't in her nature. Eventually she went down for a sat near the PKMN Center, feeling queasy at best. Bellamy didn't have a problem with poke'blocks, but she preffered the cake-like poffin anytime over.
"Oh goodness, I feel terrible. I should have just made a dash for it." she whined to herself. Looking up at the weather, she felt a little better. Warmer days were more of her thing. She though back to her old Daycare center in Kanto, and sighed.
"I sure hope Fairy and them are doing okay. I'll find a place to settle down eventually." Bell's head then turned. She saw another poor soul get mobbed by coordinators. The lady didn't look to happy either.
"Oh dear, I wish I could just flake them off like that. ^^;"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:33 pm
How could anyone feel more out of place? Even when he hunched he stood taller than everyone in the square, except for a few adults, and as if his height weren’t enough of a give away the sweat stains under his arms easily attracted attention. Atticus tugged the rim of his fedora over his eyes and growled to himself as he trudged through the square. He’d never walked so far in his life. Until the repair shop was finished with his bike all he wanted to do was find a nice shady bench and go to sleep with a newspaper over his head like a bum.
“Good morning, sir!” exclaimed a rosy cheeked woman. She looked a few years older than Atticus looked – twenty-two or twenty-three, though Atticus was actually much younger than he appeared – and eagerly shoved a plate of something in his face. “Would you like to—“
Atticus curled his lip and evaded her with a swift step. “Good morning to die,” he muttered under his breath as he hurried on his way, sparing a dark glance over his shoulder. What was that stuff? Poke’blocks? Disgusting.
“Look, I’m really parched,” he said to the next person who offered him a free-sample. “Is that water free? Can I have some to wet my whistle first? Thanks.” Atticus pretended to eat a poke’block. Chew, chew, chew. He spat the moist poke’block on the ground, calling it nasty, and took a swig from his bottle of water as he wandered away from the horde of coordinators. The cool water was well worth the bargain.
He glanced fearfully at the screaming woman also making her way through the crowd. He sort of admired her for being so forward with the coordinators, but more importantly, he wanted to get out of her way.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:11 pm
As a young girl hopped on her back and forced a Tamato block into her mouth, Meeka choked and fended off a male who tried to shove a handful of mixed flavors down her throat. Reaching her hands behind her back, Meeka over flipped the female into the center fountain and laughed as the others went running in fright. The breeder laughed. This was one reason why she had a great dislike of coordinators and never wanted to be one. They were all losers and nothing more. Sighing, Meeka dipped her hand into the fountain and smothered water over her forehead. If only she had her Pokemon, that it would have been easier to take care of. But in truth, the Breeder wished she hadn't thought such an idea.
There was a crash, than a scream, more screams, than a stampede. Seven Pokemon came rushing into the square as if they had lost their heads. A Mewtwo destroyed wooden stands in her wake and giggled as she flitted around the dumbfounded humans. Two Teddiursas were rolling around in the mess, one rubbing the colored squares into her fur and the other chewing merrily on some. A Pikachu was bouncing off the heads of others, pulling hair and mooshing melted Pokeblocks into their faces. A Houndoom was thrashing at a paper Pinata filled with Pokeblock and a Stantler was busy blushing and jumping on all the pretty girls. The only one who seemed to stay calm about the catastrophe was a lone Pichu busy playing a toy guitar. But he seemed quite entertained with the smile upon his face.
Meeka sighed lightly and stood up. At once, the group stopped their business and rushed towards her, standing neatly in a line. The breeder dusted herself off, fixed her posture and lightly said,
"Heeya guys."
Her face seemed rather mundane as a smile enveloped her face. Kissing each one on the forehead, Meeka laughed than stared about as all eyes were on her. She was used to the destruction of her Pokemon. Hell, if they wanted to have fun, they could have done whatever they wanted. Laughing again, Meeka winked at the group and smiled. "What? Ya never saw a Breeda and 'er Poke-mon befer? Stupid people..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:30 pm
Bellamy was also one who was staring at the woman. she claimed herself to be a breeder? That piqued her intrest, considering she had just let her pkmn run amok. Nonetheless though, knowing there were breeders in this new land gave her some comfort. Her pkmn were certainly interesting also.
"Perhaps I should go and introduce myself." Bellamy stood up from her bench, hurrying over to where the woamn was. She didn't want more people going after her to try those horrid poke'blocks. She was sick enough as it was.
"Excuse me, ma'am." She said softly while approaching with caution,
"Did you say you were a breeder here?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:37 pm
Atticus blinked open his eyes. He remembered a loud noise, people running, then everything went black. Now for some reason he was lying on the ground and the front of his shirt, as well as his whole head, were soaking wet. So what happened?
He sat up with a grunt and suddenly clasped his head with a wince. His hat lay beside him on the ground, next to the table that had fallen beside him, littering the ground with multi-colored poke’blocks. When he unclenched his eyes he noticed some strange tracks over his shirt and pants and immediately spotted the horde of poke’mon in the middle of the square with that crazy woman. Everything had happened so fast he couldn’t even remember if he’d tried to get out of the way. He snatched his hat off the ground, stumbling to his feet and using the fallen table for balance.
Was he bleeding? His hair was too wet to tell. At least his glasses weren’t broken. He stumbled out of the wreckage, head reeling. "Ow... ow..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:55 am
The crash had caught the attention of yet another trainer who was struggling to fend off over enthusiastic coordinators. Lisa turned her head away from a young girl who was now feeding the small blue poke-block she had to Lisa's houndoom, Midnight Eclipse. "Um, excuse us," Lisa politely said as she tugged her pokemon's leash and went over to investigate the mess. What she found there made both Lisa and Midnight smile.
"Why hello there, Meeka! It's been a while." Lisa chimed merrily. "Looks like you have quite a group now!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:22 pm
Meeka turned towards the one who had addressed her, nodding her head and having a small smile crack on her freckled face. "Aye, I be a breeda." she said. "I be guessin' ya one too?" Turning towards her group for a second, Meeka pointed towards the crowd. "Clean the mess ya'll made er no dindin' tanight!" The group straightened themselves and got to work, eating loose Pokeblock they dropped on the floor and fixing stands to their upright position. Catherine helped a young man up who seemed to be covered in water. "Gomen!" she cried as she clung to the man tightly. "Newfriend-san, sorry to have hurt you!" Turning towards a familiar voice, Meeka smiled. Heila yipped at the sight of Midnight, her tail wagging lightly towards her familiar friend. Nodding her head, Meeka allowed the Houndoom to go greet the other. "Aye, Heeya Lisa!" Meeka said as she dashed towards the girl with spectacles. "Been so lon'! Glad ta see ya, really glad!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:51 pm
Bellamy nodded in response, then watched the girl's poke'mon clean up. apparently this girl was younger than her. Bellamy was 19, this girl couldn't be older than 17 at the most.
"Her poke'mon seem quite enthusiastic." she mused, smiling. Looking over at the frightened people, she kept to herself.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:49 am
"It has been a while!" Lisa chimed merrily, adjusting her glasses. "So much has happened over the past few months, I don't know where to begin!" Lisa bent down to let Midnight off of her leash before continuing. "Well," Lisa began, "I finally have a job here in Zatao, and you won't believe what it is!" The brown haired girl smiled invitingly, her glasses sparkling. "Want to guess?" She said as she slipped her hand into her beige jacket's pockets, touching something inside her right pocket.
Midnight ran over to Heila, sniffing her in greeting. she barked. The shiny recessive female houndoom gave a play bow, her muscular structure flowing as she did so. It wasn't obvious, but Midnight looked a bit more toned than the average houndoom.
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