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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Apr 28, 2009 15:42:45 GMT -5
GEORGE let's fly~ It was an odd feeling, being alone again after what felt like ages of time spent in the company of Keaton and Pella. They had been good ages, of course. Lots of fun, flying around on the back of such a beautiful bird, and seeing all sorts of lovely things. They'd been through some places George hadn't even known existed in Kanto. How Keaton had known about them without being native to the region was a mystery.
But now... now here he was, standing with a backpack slung over his shoulders and the goggles he'd been given dangling around his neck. He was alone. No playful or complaining squawks from Pella, no horrid jokes from Keaton... Hah. What's a Gastly's favorite cereal? Boo-berry. Ar-har. Yeah, he kinda missed it. An amused little smile tugged at his lips just recalling the past... month, was it? Maybe more. Possibly less.
"Best quit dwelling on it," he mumbled to himself, pulling on the short tail of bandage tickling his right elbow to tighten the wrappings on the arm. "Li'l lovesick, eh, you bloody bird?" George laughed at himself and glanced up at the building before him with a grin. The Lanorae Region Pokemon Lab, or so he'd been told by Keaton, who apparently had heard it from someone else. Looked impressive enough for the part, at least. It was tall, and modern, and pristine; such a place stood out in a small town filled with short, quaint buildings and elderly couples. Honestly, it reminded him of home. Technology and sea breezes. It was comforting, and he took a deep breath of the salty air. The strong scent burned slightly at his nostrils, and his grin widened, just a little.
He hadn't called his mum in a few days or so... Maybe he'd do that once he was done here.
Right. He was here for a reason, wasn't he? 'Course he was; he wanted a Pokemon. It was a lovely little village, no doubting that, but he hadn't come all this way just to be charmed and then move on. He had come for this Lab. All he had to do now was knock. Right?
So he did. Rose a hand, gently tapped his knobby and bandage-wrapped knuckles against the door. Then he lowered his arm and slid his long, slender fingers into his pockets, hooking his thumbs through the loops just beside them. His eyes -- they were gray like fog, or maybe more like steel, but not hard, misty -- were heavy-lidded and trained downward. He was a tall lad, abnormally so, and he doubted that whoever would appear from behind that door would see him eye-to-eye, literally speaking. Maybe metaphorically, too, but he kind of doubted it; he wasn't one to have trouble getting along with others. That was beside the point anyway. Point was, he watched the door, staring at a spot that was about a foot down from where he might have gazed if looking straight ahead.
Waiting. Waiting. Hadn't been more than maybe a minute, but still, he had knocked... except he realized now that he'd probably been too quiet to hear. Oh. He pulled a hand back out from its pocket and knocked again, louder this time, enough that someone might actually hear it. Then, he licked his lips -- chapped, the salt in the air and slight dehydration had done that -- and turned his eyes up, up, up at the sky, which was clear and blue and Arceus it was beautiful. He liked when there was a cloud or two, because clouds decorated blue days like this so perfectly (plus he liked to find shapes in the white silhouettes), but even when there wasn't any it was nice. So nice... It didn't take long for him to lose himself in the sky, just staring and smiling a little.
He recalled the exhilaration of flying through that pretty blue sky. Down here, it was something lovely but untouchable, just there to be eyeballed and observed. Up there, it was a whole new world, the stuff of dreams -- yet so wonderfully real.
Such thoughts distracted him from the world he was currently standing in. His mission at the moment was on land; maybe he should've kept his head down there, too.
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Post by Liz on Apr 30, 2009 8:48:40 GMT -5
Well. That was certainly the last time ever Wade would go out to have a drink while being on the early shift the next morning. The twenty-something Aide usually looked like a mess, but today he looked as if he had fallen asleep with a bottle of tequila clutched to his chest, then woke up, rolled out of bed and stumbled to work.
Oh, wait, he had actually done that.
Wade had chosen to occupy himself with pressing an icepack against his painful head as he sat slumped over his desk instead of trying to do something productive, afraid his head would explode if he even attempted to think. Those bloody early shifts... Nobody here to help, anyway. He could've just stayed in bed, at least he would've been more productive there, sleeping and slowly getting rid of his hangover and all...
Wade groaned softly when he heard someone knock on the front door; it was like someone was hitting his head with a mallet, so of course it wasn't all that hard to miss. His icepack firmly pressed against his temple, the male used his free hand to push himself from his seat, after which he slowly shuffled in the direction of the door, opening it a few moments later.
"Geez, who turned on the lights..." he complained as the sunlight hit him in the face, the male squinting his eyes slightly before actually noticing someone was standing at the door, "Oh. Come on in."
Not even awaiting a reply of some sort, Wade quickly turned around and shuffled back to his desk, obviously thankful for the darkness in there. Hopefully this kid was done soon, so he could go back to feeling sorry for himself. Yes, that'd be a course of action very much preferred...
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Apr 30, 2009 15:54:10 GMT -5
GEORGE let's fly~ ... Oh, look, had the door opened? Yes, it had. Hmmm. How odd. A little late waking from his daydream, George blinked at the doorway and scanned the area for any trace of life. Nope, no one. Had it swung open on its own? ... Clearly, he hadn't been paying enough attention to hear Wade's invitation into the building.
Didn't matter, though. After a few moments of standing there with a dim look on his face, the tall blond walked in anyway, smiling a little when he spotted Wade toward the back of the large room. That was the fella who'd let George in, then, or so he had to assume.
"'Ello," he greeted, lifting a hand -- wrapped in bandage, save for the tips of his fingers -- in a lazy sort of wave. He curled his long digits rather than swinging the hand, then let it drop to his side. "Um. You give away free Pokemon, I hear?" Well, of course they did. He knew they did, they were a Pokemon Lab. Giving away Pokemon was what they did. This aide (or he guessed that Wade was an aide, since he'd let George into the building) was looking rough, and he didn't want to be pushy or rude or anything. Implying that he wanted something, therefore, was much kinder and gentler than simply demanding what he wanted.
In retrospect, though, maybe... that would wind up with him staying a little too long, and then bothering Wade further. ... Well, no matter. He'd just hope for the best.
... And, okay, maybe he'd give a teeny push. "Don't suppose you've got a list or something...? Would 'preciate it." Awkwardly and with the slight widening of his ever-present smile, he tugged lightly at the goggles that hung around his neck. No rush, no rush... His tone and expression betrayed his glee, for he was, of course, happy to be getting a Pokemon of his own. Nothing about him implied urgency or even a hint of impatience, however. Wade could take his time and relax and what-not; if he was sick, as he appeared to be, then zooming around or stressing was never good.
Calm, gentle, patient. George had a very modest look to him for someone so large. Had he been the loud, boisterous, energetic type, he might have had the personality to fill a room and constantly draw attention. As it was, he seemed more like the type that could be easily forgotten, that would wait quietly until he happened to be noticed again after fading into the background. ... He needed to be a little more assertive, that much was certain.
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Post by Liz on Jun 11, 2009 11:21:47 GMT -5
Wade lazily raised his own hand to return George his greeting, but the male still didn't look amazing. His head felt like it was about to explode; this was certainly the last time he'd take any kind of alcoholic beverage before coming to work. Tequila night was now officially a no-go. The aide did appreciate the fact that this new kid wasn't going out and about like new Trainers usually did. What a relief.
"We do indeed give out Pokémon, yeah... Oh, uhm... Sorry about... Rough night." Wade mumbled, rather absently waving with his icepack for a bit before putting it down on his desk. Now, the lists... He was pretty sure he had a couple of them stacked u- Aha! A hint of a smile curving the man's lips, he fished a sheet of paper out from under a folder, gave it a quick look and then handed it to George with a satisfied nod.
"What we currently hand out." he added, nodding again as if to confirm for himself that what he said was right. "The first three are the Lanorae native Pokémon: Iglora, Firecub and Seaward. There's also a couple of Pokémon from other regions, would you prefer that, and if you really want to leave it to chance, you can go over to the Incubator room to see if any Eggs hatch." OoC// I apologize for the crappiness that is this post. I think my muse jumped off a cliff. Again. *sigh*
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jun 11, 2009 14:56:33 GMT -5
((Quite alright. x3 No worries. It isn't that bad.)) GEORGE let's fly~ Rough night, he said? Ahhh... That explained things a bit. Not sick, then. George nodded sympathetically, looking sheepish. Wade might have brought it upon himself (that is, if he had been implying what George thought he had been implying), but it still didn't seem fun to deal with.
The aide glanced over his desk, presumably looking for the list that had been requested. When he remembered its location he pulled it from a folder and handed it to George; the teen took it with a smile and a "thanks." Let's see, now! While George reviewed his options, Wade provided some further information for him. The boy had to admit, he was impressed by all that the Lab had. He'd never even heard of a Glameow before, and the three region-native creatures were very cool. It was an easy decision once he saw that Natu, however.
"Mmm," he hummed, thoughtful for a moment. Then, he glanced up and handed the list back to Wade, smiling. "I'd like a Natu, if that's alright." Of course he wanted Natu. Flying-types, especially the feathered sort, were George's favorites, and Natus were fascinating little creatures besides. ... Ohhh, this was so exciting! His first Pokemon would be a flying-type! Eeheehee. George wasn't the sort to get all giddy and giggly about things, but judging from the grin on his face, he was certainly eager and chipper.
No rush, no rush, no rush... He had to keep reminding himself not to be rude and impatient. It was getting tough.
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Post by Liz on Jun 16, 2009 8:02:50 GMT -5
It was quite pleasant not having to deal with the kind of newbie trainers that just couldn't seem to make up their minds and wanted to see every Pokémon on the list in the flesh for once. While George seemed quite interested in the several different kinds of Pokémon the lab had to offer, Wade noticed that all of the sudden, one picture on the list grabbed the young man's attention. A hint of a grin curving his lips, Wade mused to himself on how this could be over quickly so he could return to his napping and feeling sorry for himself about getting wasted last night.
Bless the little bundle of young-adult angst. <3
"A Natu it is, then." said Wade after taking the list back from George, sounding considerably better than he did before - most likely the prospect of sleeping on his desk for the rest of the day, I'm sure. The list was returned to the stack of paper from which it came, and shortly therafter, Wade did his best not to stagger to the cabinet in the room that held the Pokéballs for new Trainers. He managed fairly well in trying not to sway from side to side, but by the time he had arrived at his destination the male seemed to realise he probably needed a new aspirin to make up for this heroic attempt.
It took the aide a few miraculous moments to find the small collection of catching devices labelled 'Natu', after which he took one of them and returned to George after remembering to close the cabinet doors again. Damn you, tequila.
"There's your Natu," Wade said with a smile - for as far as he could manage one, seeing as his head was kind of throbbing now. "Oh, and you need a Starter Pack too, of course. A few items to help you to the next town; you can stock up there."
Shortly after this brief explenation, Wade handed over the Pokéball, and the Natu inside, of course, to it's new owner, and after he managed to find one on his desk, a small canvas bag filled with a few items for starting Trainers followed. Lucky George was all ready to roll now. [img]http://www.pokechannel.com/gallery/plsprites/177.png[/img] Species: Natu Gender: You Decide. Level: 05 Attacks: Peck, Leer Happiness Stats: 0 Experience: 0
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem004.png[/img] Pokéball x5 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem013.png[/img] Potion x5 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem023.png[/img] Full Heal x3 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem294.png[/img] Region Map x1
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jun 16, 2009 21:19:34 GMT -5
GEORGE let's fly~ Oh, man, Wade really was taking his time... The poor guy might not have been feeling good, which meant that George couldn't bring himself to urge any rush even at a time like this when he was so excited, but the way he slowly made his way to the cabinets to retrieve the requested Natu, time seemed to creep along far too slowly. Patience patience patience, don't be hasty, it's alright... And hey! He would be getting the Pokemon soon, regardless of whether or not he pressured Wade into hurrying the hell up. Surely no more than a few minutes longer and he'd have that Natu. Waiting another moment or two longer wouldn't make any difference! George was able to restore his own patience with this reasoning, and he even continued to smile pleasantly as the lab aide made his slow and careful way back with a Pokeball in hand, trying not to stagger or stumble.
Wade was attempting a smile despite the headache that seemed to be paining him, and even if he hadn't been, George would have been very appreciative just to get his Natu. "Thanks a lot, mate," said the teen, and he meant it, too, that much was obvious. The Pokeball felt cool against the pads of his fingers, and he rubbed the "Natu" label on the red-and-white orb with his thumb. Time to go and let Wade to his hangover, then? ... No, wait. Yes, that was right, the starter pack! He'd forgotten that new trainers got those.
The aide went to rummaging through the things on his desk in search of a pack, and George occupied himself by staring at the clean, shiny orb in his hand. Would it be alright if he let the Natu out in here? Hmmm... well, why not? They surely had to be used to Pokemon running around the lab. Convinced that it would not be an issue, he pressed the white button on the capsule, and it burst open with a flash of bright light that startled him slightly. He'd forgotten about that explosive burst when Pokeballs opened. He was awfully forgetful, he supposed, but that might have been all the excitement distracting him.
Sitting on the floor once the light faded away was a tiny, round, green bird, looking rather skittish and startled. It stared up at George with huge, nervous eyes, and he smiled cheerfully down at it in turn, waving his hand a little in greeting. "T-tuuu," it quietly cooed, ruffling its feathers and glancing away meekly. Aww. Cutie.
George glanced up again when the starter pack was handed to him. He turned his smile on Wade, then, nodding and saying another sincere "thanks" as he grasped the bag's thin strap. "Really 'preciate it, mate. Have a good one, yeah?" He gave a sort of half-wave as a goodbye, widened his smile just a bit, then crouched down to the Natu's level, slowly gesturing out a hand towards the little creature. "Heya, pretty bird. I'm your new trainer. Is that alright?"
<<W-well,>> squeaked the Natu, hopping about nervously, eyes darting. Was that a little blush beneath those green feathers? Was it even possible for a bird to blush? <<I... I guess. Sure. Hi.>> Heehee, George had called him a pretty bird! How flattering...
George couldn't understand Pokespeech, but the tiny creature wasn't showing any obvious signs of rejecting him, so he took that as encouragement. "Ace. Let's go, then. Eh?" After a few moments of hesitation, the Natu hopped onto George's bandaged hand and up his arm a bit. With another smile in Wade's direction, the new trainer set out, murmuring quietly to his bird. "Need a name for you, don't I, love? Lesse..." He fell silent with thought, and before Wade could hear any potential names for the Natu, George was out of earshot.
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Post by Liz on Jun 22, 2009 4:29:39 GMT -5
OoC// My keyboard is acting up and being incredibly slow right now - this little message cost me fifteen minutes alone for some reason - so instead of me taking ages to make a reply, I'm gonna wrap this up so you can move on. I'm sorry. D=
Thread finished. You may now move on to Route 1 - High Prairie
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