Post by W O L F on Mar 20, 2008 15:34:21 GMT 10
A car rolled up to the Pokemon Lab, it's shiny black exterior glinting with the sunlight that reflected off it, making the Rolls Royce look even more formidable. The vehicle wasn't very subtle, in fact it was quite the opposite. It stuck out like a sore thumb, like black against white, like hot pink against navy blue, or we could leave it at it stood out. The car obviously belonged to Team Pravus, who else would drive such a flashy vehicle? Yet, one would think that Team Pravus wouldn't want to make their presence too broadly known. Apparently they were making an exception for today. Because, you see, today was an extremely special day. It was the day that they dumped a pokemorph off at the laboratory doorstep so that he could get a Pokemon.
The pokemorph, in this particular case, was a skarmory morph that went by the name of Nine. Or, if you were dying to know his full name, Zero, zero, nine dash ess, zero, one, dash, ess, nine, eight. But who really wants to remember all that and then yell it whenever you wanted his attention? Nine was easier, it was four letters, one syllable, and very, very easy to scream when he began ignoring you. Which, even though he'd never admit it, Nine tended to do frequently and without realizing it. It was too bad some people took offence when he did this, because the morph never really meant to, he just did.
"Ooof!" The skarmory morph grunted as the door to the rolls Royce was flung open none to carefully and a burly man from inside threw him out the door. He was a brute of a man, at least eight feet tall and dressed in all black with sunglasses, like a bouncer, he even had the personality of one. Eager to do his job perfectly, but extremely stupid, and quick to take bribes. Nine landed face first on the hard, dusty ground before the lab, cursing his bad luck. The door slammed loudly behind him, as if the people inside didn’t have any care of how the expensive machine was treated, and it pulled smoothly away, picking up speed quickly and becoming smaller and smaller until it was a mere speck on the horizon. "Humph," Nine pulled himself into a cross-legged position and began examining himself for injuries.
"That brute, if only I had some cash on me, then I would have showed him! Well, at least I would have been able to let my self out of the damn car!" The boy stood fully now and began brushing the dust off himself. He was covered from head to do in the light brown particles and it really showed on his dark clothing. Nine brushed of his shirt, then his thighs, moving downwards until he was satisfied with the amount of dust that had been removed from his clothing. However, the amount wasn't actually a lot. He was still covered in dust, and he made it all the worse by running a hand through his pink hair.
"Now, onwards to the lab!" Nine pointed a finger upwards dramatically and took a step forward only to trip over a badly placed rock and fall on his face again. Muffled swears could be heard coming from his mouth and he pushed himself up, spitting out dirt. "I swear it's a conspiracy! They're all out to get me! They're moving every single rock in the region into places they know I'll trip over them!" Of course, Nine was spewing utter nonsense, but he seemed to believe it, just as he believed that cameras stole your soul.
The skarmory morph stumbled forward again, not bothering to brush off the dirt again. It was completely pointless to try and make it disappear, especially since everyone was out to get him, he'd just fall and get dirty again. Speaking of which... Nine fell with a third thud and rolled onto his back groaning. "Good Arceus, I told you so!" He lay there for a moment, lamenting the lack of good people in Remoor, before standing and quickly running up to the laboratory. In his haste, Nine nearly collided with the white wall, that would be all he needed. Entering the Pokemon lab and his first impression would be terrible. Imagine, you're sipping your afternoon coffee or tea and the door is suddenly flung open to reveal a boy covered entirely in dust with blood running down his nose.
I know I'd run.
Nine gazed through a window, trying to spy on whatever was inside, but the drawn, white curtains prevented him from doing so and he didn't spend more than a few seconds peeping. He trudged slowly along the side of the wall, his fingertips trailing on the wood, and around the flower boxes until he came to the door. Already his hand was on the shiny metal knob, proving just how eager the morph really was to enter and get his first Pokemon, but his eye caught the sign a second before he turned the knob. Please knock. Oh, well, at least he saw it, entering the place without knocking would just be rude, and it would add to the bad impression he'd already be making.
Nine raised his hand to rap on the door, then hesitated, who would answer the door? A pretty girl? Another bouncer-like man? An elderly professor? Did it really matter whom it was, as long as they gave Nine a Pokemon? The morph took a second to consider these things then came to the conclusion that if they refused him a Pokemon he could always threaten them with a horrible death. They wouldn't know that he was bluffing, or so Nine hoped, he wasn’t the best of liars. At long last, after all the trouble he'd had just getting to the door, Nine knocked and waited for a response from within.
The pokemorph, in this particular case, was a skarmory morph that went by the name of Nine. Or, if you were dying to know his full name, Zero, zero, nine dash ess, zero, one, dash, ess, nine, eight. But who really wants to remember all that and then yell it whenever you wanted his attention? Nine was easier, it was four letters, one syllable, and very, very easy to scream when he began ignoring you. Which, even though he'd never admit it, Nine tended to do frequently and without realizing it. It was too bad some people took offence when he did this, because the morph never really meant to, he just did.
"Ooof!" The skarmory morph grunted as the door to the rolls Royce was flung open none to carefully and a burly man from inside threw him out the door. He was a brute of a man, at least eight feet tall and dressed in all black with sunglasses, like a bouncer, he even had the personality of one. Eager to do his job perfectly, but extremely stupid, and quick to take bribes. Nine landed face first on the hard, dusty ground before the lab, cursing his bad luck. The door slammed loudly behind him, as if the people inside didn’t have any care of how the expensive machine was treated, and it pulled smoothly away, picking up speed quickly and becoming smaller and smaller until it was a mere speck on the horizon. "Humph," Nine pulled himself into a cross-legged position and began examining himself for injuries.
"That brute, if only I had some cash on me, then I would have showed him! Well, at least I would have been able to let my self out of the damn car!" The boy stood fully now and began brushing the dust off himself. He was covered from head to do in the light brown particles and it really showed on his dark clothing. Nine brushed of his shirt, then his thighs, moving downwards until he was satisfied with the amount of dust that had been removed from his clothing. However, the amount wasn't actually a lot. He was still covered in dust, and he made it all the worse by running a hand through his pink hair.
"Now, onwards to the lab!" Nine pointed a finger upwards dramatically and took a step forward only to trip over a badly placed rock and fall on his face again. Muffled swears could be heard coming from his mouth and he pushed himself up, spitting out dirt. "I swear it's a conspiracy! They're all out to get me! They're moving every single rock in the region into places they know I'll trip over them!" Of course, Nine was spewing utter nonsense, but he seemed to believe it, just as he believed that cameras stole your soul.
The skarmory morph stumbled forward again, not bothering to brush off the dirt again. It was completely pointless to try and make it disappear, especially since everyone was out to get him, he'd just fall and get dirty again. Speaking of which... Nine fell with a third thud and rolled onto his back groaning. "Good Arceus, I told you so!" He lay there for a moment, lamenting the lack of good people in Remoor, before standing and quickly running up to the laboratory. In his haste, Nine nearly collided with the white wall, that would be all he needed. Entering the Pokemon lab and his first impression would be terrible. Imagine, you're sipping your afternoon coffee or tea and the door is suddenly flung open to reveal a boy covered entirely in dust with blood running down his nose.
I know I'd run.
Nine gazed through a window, trying to spy on whatever was inside, but the drawn, white curtains prevented him from doing so and he didn't spend more than a few seconds peeping. He trudged slowly along the side of the wall, his fingertips trailing on the wood, and around the flower boxes until he came to the door. Already his hand was on the shiny metal knob, proving just how eager the morph really was to enter and get his first Pokemon, but his eye caught the sign a second before he turned the knob. Please knock. Oh, well, at least he saw it, entering the place without knocking would just be rude, and it would add to the bad impression he'd already be making.
Nine raised his hand to rap on the door, then hesitated, who would answer the door? A pretty girl? Another bouncer-like man? An elderly professor? Did it really matter whom it was, as long as they gave Nine a Pokemon? The morph took a second to consider these things then came to the conclusion that if they refused him a Pokemon he could always threaten them with a horrible death. They wouldn't know that he was bluffing, or so Nine hoped, he wasn’t the best of liars. At long last, after all the trouble he'd had just getting to the door, Nine knocked and waited for a response from within.