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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jun 22, 2009 13:48:08 GMT -5
GEORGE
let's fly~
George absolutely agreed with the saying "the more the merrier." Sure, big crowds were a bit uncomfortable; things would get stuffy and ew. But with Pokemon, especially birds that liked to fly around and have their space anyway, the saying was quite on-spot.
Ellery was a sweet little Natu, albeit very meek and not yet used to Georgie. The new trainer didn't want him to be lonely, though; the way he saw it, Ellie would come out of his shell if he had some long-term exposure to other Pokemon. That's what made this -- adopting a Pokemon, that is -- such a good idea. George would have another buddy, Ellery would (hopefully) grow a little more bold and outgoing in the long run, and a Pokemon who would otherwise be stuck in the Adoption Center would get a trainer. Everyone would be happy!
The teen entered the Adoption Center with his usual tiny smile upon his face and Ellie perched upon his shoulder, looking jittery as usual. (Poor thing had the most quivery nerves Gee had ever seen on anyone, much less a Pokemon.) He glanced around the lobby curiously, observing for a moment all of the various trainers and Center staff members that were milling about or chatting with one another. Then, he spotted the back room and the Pokemon inside, and cheerfully made his way over to watch them. There were some Poochyena and some Sentret, a trio of Spearow and two of the three region-native starter Pokemon that he remembered seeing on the list of those the Lab had available.
Of course, he wanted a Spearow. He was a sucker for feathers.
"How 'bout one o' them, eh, Ell?" George pointed to the small group of Spearows, turning his head to glance at the little round bird on his shoulder. Ellery made a quiet tweeting sound of horror. Those birds seemed mean, with their angry eyes and ruffled feathers and sharp beaks and... and... they would eat him! Eek! "Aw, 's alright, love. It'll be fine." Stroking the Natu's feathers soothingly and cooing to Ellery, George turned and approached one of the employees of the Center, his smile widening slightly.
"'Ello. Could I get one o' them Spearows, please?" His tone was polite and friendly, but as quiet and soft-spoken as ever. He seemed to think that adopting a Pokemon was as easy as just asking and getting; he hadn't looked at the messages posted up on the screen, so he hadn't seen that it cost some money, too. At least he had enough to pay for it.
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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2009 18:01:34 GMT -5
The young woman George happened to approach looked at him a bit oddly for a moment, as if she hadn't comprehended what he had said. She tilted her head, pushing her long, brown hair behind a pair of curiously pointed -- and most likely fake -- ears before her features suddenly brightened up.
"Oh! Yes yes yes, of course you can! If I remember correctly they don't have any requirements, save for the 200 credit fee of course, but, well, unfortunately we can't really run on nothing," she blushed faintly, standing up straight and smoothing out her purple, tasseled skirt as she rummaged in a nearby drawer for a Pokéball. "Just one minute and I'll get one for you."
She turned away from George and bent down next to one of the Spearow, showing it the Pokéball and then nodding in its future trainer's direction. After the bird Pokémon had looked from the woman to George a few times, it seemed to give a pleased nod and immediately disappeared into the red and white sphere.
The employee hopped to her feet immediately and set the Pokéball on the counter, smiling widely. "Do take good care of the little one. It always does my heart good to see one of the Pokémon here finding a loving home."
Well, she certainly wasted no time!
 Name: -Your Choice- Gender: -Your Choice- Level: oo1. Attacks: Peck | Growl. Ability: Keen Eye. Nature: -Your Choice- Experience Points: 0% Happiness Status: 5 Tolerance. Congratulations! Due to you adopting the Spearow, its Happiness has been elevated from zero to five!
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jun 22, 2009 20:12:43 GMT -5
GEORGE
let's fly~
Though for a moment the employee had looked quite perplexed, she suddenly snapped to attention a second later, blushing slightly. George's smile widened a bit, sheepish; had he embarrassed her somehow? He would have apologized if he'd known for sure that he had. But she said he had to pay? Oh... oh! Right, of course! Of course. That made sense, didn't it? Where else would a place like this get its income? Naturally.
As she turned to rummage about in a drawer for a Pokeball, George slid his hands into his pockets, feeling around for any loose change he might have. Two-hundred credits wasn't so bad, as far as he knew; though the currency of Kanto was different from Lanorae's currency, he was pretty sure that the amount wasn't too terrible. He certainly had enough of it for it not to matter, anyway, a few thousand at least -- though he hadn't counted, admittedly. Ah, well.
"Here you are, ma'am," he said pleasantly, counting out 200 creds that he'd pulled from his pockets, then handing them to the employee as she placed a Pokeball (now containing a Spearow) on the counter. "Ah, thanks." George took the capsule and eyed it, smiling a little, his eyes fond; he was trying to imagine what sort of creature he'd just been given. Something agreeable, he hoped. They wouldn't be a very good friend to Ellery unless they were.
George looked down at the employee with a widening smile. She told him to take good care of the Spearow, and he nodded his head, certainly meaning to do just that. Why in the world would he be adopting the little critter otherwise? "I intend to, ma'am. Thanks very much. You have a good day, then!" He lazily waved a hand to the woman, the other hand holding on to the Spearow's Pokeball. This done, he glanced over at Ellery. "Now, love, shall we get on our way?"
Ellery, bless his timid little soul, ruffled his feathers and buried his beak in his wing, looking incredibly sheepish and -- humorously -- as though he might have been blushing beneath all the green. Perhaps he was responding to the "love" thing. <<Sure, I... I suppose. Sure. Okay.>>
The trainer grinned, gently stroked the Natu's feathers with a finger, and turned away. As he walked out of the building, George pressed the release button on the Pokeball; a Spearow appeared in a flash of light, and the door closed behind George.
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