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Post by Cooljma on Sept 18, 2007 17:59:36 GMT -5
Jason Charles Geraldson, a young boy of 13, ran towards his new start: The Gem Dreamers Ranger Organization. He jogged some, galloped a bit, skipped for some time, and he even did some cartwheels. Whatever would get him to the lab faster, then he'd go do it. Jason still had the mystery boy in his head. The Pokemon were all amazing, his clothes were just awesome, and he was born to a very famous father. The young boy kept this mystery kid in his head, but ignored the pictures in his head, trying not to get hurt.
Skip, skip, skip, skip, skip, backflip, backflip, handstand. Jason followed these motions as he reached the door to the lab. Once in his handstand position, Jason stamped the door with his foot, sort of like knocking, flipped back into an upside-up position, and awaited a sign of life from within the place. And, while awaiting a reply, thoughts streamed through Jason's head like a rushing river.
Okay, so this is where my beginning starts. Or is that my start begins? Anyways, I hope I can get to meet the leader of this place. He would be lots of fun to meet, especially for a new member. I can't wait until something fun happens. And, with endless thoughts traveling, Jason was ready to earn his starter Pokemon.
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Post by Cooljma on Sept 22, 2007 13:33:22 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I'm making a 4-day bump on here. BUMP!
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Post by Cooljma on Sept 23, 2007 10:09:54 GMT -5
OOC: And, once again, BUMP!
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Post by Cooljma on Sept 24, 2007 15:06:13 GMT -5
OOC: It has almost been a week. People here hate me, right? Or is it just that school hates us all? Eh, probably the second one *grabs a box of explosives labeled 'BA-BYE SCHOOL!' and runs off with 'em* Now school's reign of hatred shall end!
EDIT: Oh yeah, BUMP!
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Post by .::.::.Nessa Anwarünya.::.::. on Sept 24, 2007 21:42:43 GMT -5
((People are busy, dude.
Just PM one of the Mods or Ayry and ask to see if they can update your journey.)) |
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Post by Cooljma on Sept 25, 2007 14:17:49 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, I know *pokes the last bump post with the speak of school's evils* Yeah, I'll do that, *blank*.
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Post by Ayra Calaenlen on Oct 8, 2007 11:28:25 GMT -5
The door was suddenly tugged open, however, though one would probably expect a human, it was actually a Kadabra that pulled the doors open. Its 'mustache' was rather short, showing it to be female. I'm sorry for the wait... the professor will be out here shortly as soon as she remembers where she put her lab coat... The Kadabra actually spoke, telepathically yes, but it was still quite obvious the voice was feminine.
The Kadabra stepped aside. Please, do come in, again, she'll be right out... My name is Kali, Professor Zachariah's Pokemon assistant. It's always good to see new Gem Dreamer members, our head ranger was getting rather annoyed that the great majority are attracted to the Crystal Hopes. The Kadabra smiled slightly. [/sup] |
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Post by Cooljma on Oct 8, 2007 13:00:26 GMT -5
"Um, Ms Kadabra, your lips aren't moving, but your voice is talking. Okay, all this waiting's gone to my head. Maybe I'd better go sit down. Yeah, that's it." And, gripping his head from the creepy telepathy(There wren't many Psychic-types in Pyrite Town, so Jason had never experienced telepathy before), Jason walked over to some random, black chair, and he sat down, going over what just happened.
Okay, that was just plain creepy. I mean, I heard its voice, but it only used body language by sight. Maybe I should just walk normally. I mean, I knocked on the door with my foot. Seriously, the blood must've rushed to my head, and now I'm hallucinating. Okay, maybe I shouldn't do this. I mean, I can always go home, can't I? No, I'm here, and I'm not giving up. Although, it mentioned a Professor Zachariah. Can't wait to meet her. She's probably twice as old as I am, so I can't flirt with her. Hm, maybe she has a daughter. Or two, that's even better! Well, I know I'm stayin' now! And, distracted by the mental pictures of some hot girls and him, Jason didn't even realize that he was waiting for the professor to arrive, but things would still carry on, either way.
OOC: Thanks fo the reply, Ayra. JCG(Jason's initials) shall not die away! Anyways, yeah, thanks for the reply, *blank*.
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Post by Ayra Calaenlen on Oct 8, 2007 13:30:35 GMT -5
OoC:
No prob
BiC:
Kali blinked, playing with her spoon. Uh... yeah, it's called telepathy... psychic Pokemon speak with their minds... the Kadabra sighed slightly, shaking her head. Who didn't know that?
Oh! Sorry! I'm coming now! Coming!" a woman suddenly appeared out of the hall, her white lab coat hanging rather lopsided off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a white shirt and khakit slacks with white tennis shoes and her eyes were a bright, brilliant blue. Her hair was blonde white and hung down to around her shoulders. Overall, she looked maybe no older than twenty or twenty-one.
She glanced over at Jason and immediately straightened her lab coat. "Hello hello! I'd be Professor Amelia Zachariah, professor of the Gem Dreamers, what may I do for you today young man?" [/sup] |
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Post by Cooljma on Oct 8, 2007 13:47:51 GMT -5
"So you're the professor? Well, actually, I was originally here to get a starter Pokemon, but now I'm only here to get a date with you." Jason was staring googly-eyed at the professor, thinking about how hot she was. He did, of course, stand up and walk over to her, trying to look cool the entire time, but apparently just looking like an idiot. Of course, he tripped on his own, untied shoelaces, landing on the floor. Well, he did it twice, but he didn't even take a moment to tie it again. He was too distracted by the professor to realize that he was getting hurt. nd then, a third time, he tripped, but he still got up, stood up straight, brushed off his clothes, and walked a few more steps, being right in front of Professor Zachariah, waiting for the reply he wanted. Obviously, the reply he wanted would be like 'Sure, I'll go out with you,' but there wasn't much of a chance for that. But he still tried, either way.
OOC: Ugh, short post. I would've done something with him and Kali, but you already brought in the professor, so I just had to get him in that. Also, reading over this post, Jason's kida creepin' me out, *blank*.
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Post by Ayra Calaenlen on Oct 8, 2007 14:12:57 GMT -5
"...Uh..." Professor Zachariah blinked, looking rather taken aback. "No... thanks for the offer, I guess, but, you're a bit young for me..." she smiled slightly. "And... besides, I'm already going out with Mitchell..." She closed her eyes, giggling nervously.
Kali rolled her eyes. I'd watch who you go after, kid... she said smoothly. There are some woman in this region who happen to be married you know... and going out with someone else... either way, most guys are rather protective of their chosen mates... It was odd really to hear the Kadabra refer to a couple as 'mates' but, she was a Pokemon and that's how Pokemon knew a married couple.
"Yeah... anyway, what can I do for you?" Professor Zachariah smiled and rubbed the back of her head nervously while slipping her other hand into a pocket of her lab coat. [/sup] |
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Post by Cooljma on Oct 8, 2007 14:21:52 GMT -5
"Mitchell? Who's Mitchell? Oh, and anyways, if you're already taken..." And Jason was starting to rub the back of his head, but then he continued by saying," Oh, you know about the Trainer's Square place, right? Well, at the Trainer Communication's Building, I heard they're hosting a costume party. So, are you gonna be there? I know I'm going. I've even gotten my costume together and everything. So yeah, maybe I'll see you there?" But then, Jason realized that he was starting to ramble off-topic, so he changed the subject by saying," Anyways, I was wondering if I could join up with this place, but I've got a few questions first. So, what starters are there, can you get rid of the annying Kadabra in the corner, and is there any contracts or forms that I need to fill out to join? So yeah, once those are answered, I guess we can move on with everything." Ad Jason stood there, waiting for another reply.
OOC: Dang, I just can't get anything over the one-paragraph thing. Eh, I'll be able to get it better soon enough.
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