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Post by Cricket on Aug 30, 2012 3:54:28 GMT -5
With a door on each side of the building, slipping into the lab hadn't been the problem. It was the waiting that followed that bothered Talia. At least an hour went by, spent studying the workers as they passed her hiding place. She learned faces, names, and even personalities. Most of all, she learned routines.
When the professor was here, the assistants were there, when the assistants were there, the professor was here. She knew the pattern, and it got even more clear as they began packing up for the night and trickling out the door one by one that her escapade was about to get considerably easier.
Eventually, there was only one. At least, on this side of the lab. With as little noise as she could manage, Talia slipped out from behind two large machines, glad to hear the popping of her kneecaps after staying hunched for so long.
Yes, she could get a Pokemon like everyone else. A useless Pokemon, among a pool of other useless ones. Sure, they could be trained into something magnificent, but she wanted to start with the best. And like most places, the best was hidden away, right?
She knew the assistant working the night shift was in the room behind her at that moment, and she quickly slipped into the other room, studying it. She's find a Pokeball, and get out. There would be no checking it out first, so it was going to be a gamble. |
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Post by Cash on Aug 31, 2012 1:29:35 GMT -5
It surely is lucky for Talia that the assistant working that late night shift made a mess of things earlier that day. If it wasn’t for him then, it’d be harder for Talia to find a pokeball in the cleaned up lab and sneak out.
Earlier that day, a young trainer, just around the age of 14 game to get her first pokemon for her journeys. It’s always an exciting to pass on a trainers first pokemon. The assistant begged the professor if he could do the task today. The professor passed on the task with ease despite knowing that the assistant is clumsy and always in a mess.
The assistant did the job as he wanted, of course with an altercation in the midst. When the assistant asked the young trainer what type she wanted she told him fighting. A very fitting type coming from a child starting in the lab of Fighting City. However, the assistant misheard and understood flying instead. He even summoned out all four pokemons of that type at once. Bursting out of the machine, the assistant made a terrible mess. The lab professor jumped in to punish away the assistant, told him to step aside with the four pokeballs he called out as the lab professor did his job in giving the girl her long awaited pokemon.
Later in the day, the assistant took the ball back up the machine. The first one was natu, a small little psychic bird, though too small to fly. Second was a chatot, they’re rowdy little critters, mimicking every sound they hear. And the Third was an wingull, birds of the sea and perfect gliders of the ocean breeze. The last one however, was forgotten. It’s now left out in a table away from the assistant’s view right now. The assistant probably forgot it when he grabbed the other three off the table to be put away. Though with that little mistake, this little mystery ball now has a chance to have a new home in the hands of a strange thief girl. It's as if the pokemon is destined to be with her.
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Post by Cricket on Aug 31, 2012 1:49:20 GMT -5
She scanned every bit of the room, from the desks containing folders and papers scattered all over, to the rows of computers on the back wall. The machines on her left were intimidating, and resembled the ones she had seen in the other room. Though she had no idea what they did, they certainly offered a good hiding spot.
Finally, she saw it. On the table, a Pokeball sat quietly, as if asking she take it. She made no hesitation in snatching it, glancing behind her before slipping back into the other room carefully. She hid for a moment to make sure the coast was clear, before ducking back out of the main doors, running down the steps and quickly away in case she was noticed with a Pokeball in hand.
When she was several yards from the building, she ducked beside one of the houses, staring down at the Pokeball in her hand. "Please be something good." She whispered to it, excitedly. Maybe it was someone else's Pokemon. What if a level 100 Charizard came flying out of the Pokeball, now belonging to her?
She grinned at the thought, and without another pause, dropped it at her feet. |
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Post by Cash on Aug 31, 2012 2:12:56 GMT -5
Deep inside this little ball holds a small bird pokemon like the others that came out from the machine earlier that day. Many people would prefer to pick on of the other three than to have this little sucker. After All, it’s much plainer and simpler compared to the colorful collection of three.
It zapps out of the ball Talia dropped. The light takes form slowly revealing itself, showing it to be....a pidgey. well of course trainers would rather pick the others over this one. It’s just a pidgey. They usually spam your forests or fields of tall grass, making them an unwanted pokemon. However, with good training, they can be powerful birds of prey.
 Name: Trainer’s Choice Level: 5 Gender: Female Personality: A sweet little chirper who’s surprisingly never quiet. This little bird pokemon is easy going too, having no problem getting along with anyone. Ability: Keen Eye Moveset: Tackle, Sand-Attack
The pidgey ruffles her feathers as she takes a look around. It’s dark out, giving her little reason to chirp with glee as it’s the hour to sleep. However, to be summoned out as such an hour must have a special reason for it. The pidgey looks a bit more to notice she’s outside, but more importantly, the girl before her crouched down in hiding. Not giving much thought the small bird let out a peep, ”Are you my new trainer?”
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Post by Cricket on Aug 31, 2012 2:24:00 GMT -5
She blinked at the newly emerged Pokemon. A Pigey. It was small, like other Pigeys, and didn't have any special colors. But, if it was like other Pigeys, why then was it the only Pokeball sitting out on a table waiting for her to grab?
"Hello Pigey." She said, raising an eyebrow as she studied it, "So what's your story? Level fifteen and raised by a trainer who left you in the PC? Bred some cool move like Flamethrower? Psychic abilities?" She grinned at the thought, grabbing her Pokeball once more, "I will know soon enough. Unfortunately, now isn't the time to figure out your secret, little Pokemon~"
She returned it, getting to her feet and booking it the rest of the way out of the city. |
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