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Post by pineappleluff on Mar 29, 2009 20:26:46 GMT -5
Oh goodness, Cynthia was sure her head was going to explode into candy any minute. Wonderful to meet her, he'd be honored! Goodness, her self control was furiously awesome for refraining jumping-hug-tackling him for this long. Her silly grin was quickly wiped clean when she heard her name, shouted so desperately by a voice she knew all to well. However she refused to even glance in her peripheral vision to check for the red afro she knew would be attached to the screaming voice. What concerned her was how had he found her? Had he followed her all the way to Kanto? All the way through Kanto till she had stopped here? If so, why would he reveal himself now...?
She was pulled from her thought process as Winona and Bugsy asked questions, which honestly would've rather not answered. But she couldn't give them the cold shoulder as easily as she could Flint and carefully looked to Winona first, trying not to look as utterly desolate/ destructive as she felt. "Yes, we know each other, sadly enough," she sighed, finally glancing over to wear his voice had come from. Her eyes roved around the beach, only to spot a sand castle where she had imagined Flint would be standing. Wha...? Her eyes traced upward and her jaw surely dropped to the sand at her feet. Dear arceus, he had climbed some poor child's sand castle. A ridiculously tall sand castle, but a sand castle none the less. Smacking her palm against her forehead she let out another irritated sigh, turning back to Bugsy.
"Yes, unfortunately, yes he is," she nodded, closing her eyes while taking a deep breath. And almost laughing it out. Why was he so crazy indeed? "Well dear, he has these things called hormones, raging through his blood stream. They make him, and some other men who can't control them, crazy. He can't handle his hormones, and I seem to be the catalyst that starts the hormones flowing. Unfortunately," she explained, and suddenly the reason for him revealing himself had dawned on her. His hormones.
Horror her to her very core and showed easily on her face as she glanced down at her outfit. Her bathing suit... Whipping to face Flint her features swiftly contorted into fury. "FLINT! I swear on all the legendary pokemon that if you even think about ogling me in this bathing suit I will castrate you SO FAST!" she threatened, attempting to cover herself as best she could, which wasn't very well. Turning to Bugsy she calmed her features to a gentle smile, which was easier upon seeing his adorable face rather than Flint's. "Oh Bugsy dear?" she cooed, "Do you think you could fetch me a cover-up? Maybe a towel?" with those kind words she looked around avidly for some sort of weapon, or at least something to use a projectile. She'd been working on her aim and she couldn't wait to try it out on someone with a big, obnoxious, red afro.
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Post by Sarchu! on Mar 30, 2009 13:01:19 GMT -5
The beach was one of his favorite places.
What was not to like, really? It was sunny, warm, full of people having fun... And girls in bikinis, as he had already known and was simply being reminded as he noticed the large group of people standing around doing seemingly nothing (that's what beaches were for! Doing absolutely nothing!) It was certainly lucky that he lived in a city with a beach, because he would have really missed it otherwise, and although he was here in Kanto on vacation, he really had yet to visit a beach.
Wasn't that was vacations were about? Visiting wonderful beaches, or even ski resorts (because although he hated the cold, he loved the snow and would be willing to put aside the chilliness for snow-ball fights and skiing, which really consisted of him running into trees because he didn't know how to stop.) But so far he had seen nothing like that! Sure, Kanto was nice and everything, but a vacation just wasn't the same without beaches.
Because it was totally a vacation. Not him being kicked out of Sunyshore for a little while so that the residents could fix everything he had messed with and install ways to make his gym more energy efficient.
THEY WERE OBVIOUSLY JUST JEALOUS. CLEARLY.
Either way, he was glad enough to have found his way to this beach. The weather was wonderful, of course, and there was a ton of food at the stands. Indeed, the scent of the french fries from one of them was particularly alluring, and he had been about to make his way over to source when said large group of people caught his eye.
Sure, people came to the beach in groups all the time. It could be boring by oneself (and yet here he was... by... himself.) so it always paid off to drag along a few more people. Still, this group was rather amusing looking, and for a minute he couldn't think why it looked to odd to him. Eventually, for even his brain worked on occasion, he realized that it was the people that were grouped there. He couldn't see all of them from his current angle, but he could at least see some of the assembled group.
There was a short kid. No, really! He couldn't help but think that they looked familiar, but was unable to put his finger on it. Maybe he'd met him already in his short time here in Kanto? That was unlikely, but would have to do for now. Then there was Flint. Honestly, Volkner had no idea how they managed to run into each other so often. They really didn't do it on purpose! Obviously their BFF powers were dragging them together secretly or something. Still, that red afro could only belong to one person, so he was absolutely certain who it was. Of course, the person he was talking to was even harder to believe was really there.
It was Cynthia... in a bikini. If he hadn't known the Champion so well, he honestly would have had to say that it wasn't her. Or perhaps was a long-lost twin sister who secretly went around in bikinis or something, because that could totally happen. There were a lot of strange resemblances that he could not understand, and that could have very well been one of them. Weirder things had happened. However, he could suddenly hear her yelling from his position, and knew that it had to be the Cynthia he knew.
Who else would yell at Flint like that?
Grinning, the Gym Leader made his way over to the group. He didn't really have anything better to do (the french fries could wait- he would be certain to hit those up on his way out) and would never pass up on an opportunity to "help" his best friend out with his "Cynthia Problems" as he called them. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could end up dumping them both in the water anyway. That would make up for anything that went wrong.
"Flint! What are you doing here?"[/b] He called out as he approached, grin still on his face. "And Miss Cynthia, lovely as always~ Especially when you're not threatening my life~"[/b] He had finally reached the group, and opened his mouth as if to say something else when he stopped. The rest of the group had become visible now that he was closer, and one person in particular had caught his eye.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he's seen a lot of beautiful women. No, really! He had! Sunyshore was quite the vacation spot for lovely ladies, and what better story to tell on your return home than getting to go on a date with a Gym Leader? But, back to the matter at hand... She had long, flowing purple hair and was wearing a bikini (which made almost anyone look amazing. ...almost.) And there was just something about her that made him give Flint a little push (towards Cynthia, of course) so that he could walk up to her, intending to introduce himself with an amusing pick-up line or something so that he could completely charm her and have her immediately fall in love with him.
Needless to say, that didn't happen.
Instead, he simply opened his mouth to say something... But didn't. What was wrong with him? He had to say something or else he'd look like a total idiot in front of all of these people, especially her! (Flint and Cynthia already thought he was an idiot, so it was no matter to them.) So, summoning up whatever courage he had left, he spoke.
"H-hi."[/b]
ooc: NOW I AM DONE.
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Post by The Jester on Apr 2, 2009 19:33:05 GMT -5
Ignoring Crazy-Red-Afro-Man, Winona smiled at Bugsy and said, "It's okay. My name is Winona. And yes, I'm a Hoenn Gym Leader. Fortree City, to be exact. Flying is my type choice." She then sighed and returned her attention to Crazy-Red-Afro-Man (who was apparently, judging by Cynthia's screeching, named Flint) and Cynthia, who had just confirmed that they in fact knew each other. "I suddenly feel very, very sorry for you, Cynthia." Winona said, looking at Flint rather condescendingly. She then noticed the grinning blond man who had walked over and acknowledged Flint the way someone would greet a friend who had shown up unexpectedly. Granted, Flint had shown up very unexpectedly, but how did this perfectly sane-looking man know a crazy such as Flint and still like him? Either way, he was cute, and he had just walked up and said hi (albeit rather awkwardly). "Hi." She said back, smiling. She felt like she'd seen him somewhere before. Maybe he was another Leader. She stood up and offered her hand for him to shake. "I'm Winona. And you are?" She asked.
(Wow, she didn't totally hate him as soon as he opened his mouth. 8D;;)
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Post by Wrath on Apr 5, 2009 10:55:57 GMT -5
Whatever these mysterious ‘hormone’ things were that Cynthia was telling him about, they sounded like a disease. ‘Raging through the bloodstream’? ‘Made men crazy’? Bugsy’s innocent eyes grew wide with something like horror. He was a gym leader! He had to take challenges all the time! He…he didn’t have time to be fighting these mysterious ‘hormones’ too! His eyes moved to the crazy afro man and the blond man he was with, and Bugsy backed up a step. Were hormones contagious?
“Miss Cynthia, am I gonna catch hormones and became crazy like him, too?” Bugsy asked softly, sounded sincerely frightened. Obviously he’d never had the ‘man talk’ with his father back in Goldenrod city. Bugsy jumped back from Cynthia however, when she began shouting loudly at Flint. Miss Cynthia could be scary, he realized in awe. He flinched when she turned to him, but suddenly her voice was soft again, and Bugsy was relieved. He nodded determinedly at the woman as he received his charge, racing off with haste towards his towel. He kicked up sand as he skidded onto it, scooping his pokeballs into his Bug net and returning Metapod. He snatched up his backpack as well as his towel, dashing back towards the group of trainers. “Here, Miss!” Bugsy chirped happily, holding out his towel towards Cynthia. He then turned back to Winona, realizing she had spoken to him. “Oh, Flying types! That explains why Falkner’s so interested in you, then!” Bugsy thought out loud. However he turned back toward the blond newcomer who seemed to be friends with the crazy man when he shyly spoke to Winona. He backed away nervously, as if scared to catch ‘hormones’ from him. The young gym leader reached backwards into his Bug net, pulling out Heracross’ pokeball. It was just a precaution in case he needed to defend himself or his new friends Miss Winona and Miss Cynthia. After all, he really didn’t want to catch ‘hormones’ from these unusual men.
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Post by breloom on Apr 7, 2009 18:03:39 GMT -5
A Dragonite’s wingbeats could be heard, thumping rhythmically in the sky.
The two people who had boarded this yellow beast and were now riding it were among the ranks of the Strangest Traveling Pairs Ever Known – a man, about nineteen, wearing a rather plain gray shirt and black pants. A jacket seemed to be tied around his waist, and he had n extremely pale complexion. This was, of course, the highly effective instant disguise of a garden-variety Rocket Grunt.
The other was the indescribably awesome cape-sporting leader of the Elite Four, Lance.
They had just finished shooing off a rather pesky Natu, who felt the need to drop an envelope on Grant Roketto’s head. Before Lance could grab it, the Grunt-in-disguise realized what it was and ripped open the letter immediately.
“So what does it say?” Lance asked him.
“Uh…” Grunt faltered. It said, right here in this letter, not to tell anyone his position as a Grunt of the almighty Team Rocket but also to just have some free tickets to a cruise? What was Giovanni thinking?
“Well… it’s addressed to me. From the Saffron Gym – I’m from Saffron City, obviously – saying that I should take some tickets to a cruise in Vermillion ‘cuz I’ve been a real help around town in the past and whatnot.” Grant clutched the Pipe tighter, hoping that Lance would fall for it.
“Really? Wow!” the spike-haired man in front of him laughed. “I got a letter from the Pokemon Fan Club giving me a couple of tickets for the S. S. Anne too! Probably because I’m the Champion and they want me seen on the boat.” Lance, who was ‘driving’ the Dragonite, shrugged and laughed.
Grant merely smiled uneasily.
“Wait…” Lance said, seeming to realize something. “I got the letter a few days ago, before I picked you up, and I thought I’d go with you… so now you have the letter from Saffron, who’re one of us gonna go with?”
He recoiled. If Giovanni would need him for something surely devious and exceptionally Rocket-y, how was he supposed to go with Lance? “I don’t know,” Grunt shrugged. “Maybe we should just sell the extra pair or something.”
“Good idea!” Lance chirped, but his mood dampened slightly with the next line. “But who’re we gonna sell it to?”
“Maybe we’ll find a couple of people in Vermillion, who knows.” The man behind him shrugged, even though the ‘driver’ had no idea what he was doing.
Which was just as well, because had Lance looked over his shoulder he would have seen Grant staring at the letter with an extremely worried look on his face.
Finally, they arrived at the southern part of Vermillion. Dragonite gratefully touched down on the white sand, and was sprawled on his stomach sunbathing almost immediately after the riders had gotten off.
“Uh…” Grant stammered, not knowing what to do in this predicament.
“Well, seeing as Dragonite’s made the decision for us - he does this all the time, actually - let’s spend the day at the beach!” Lance smiled at his ingenuity. “And look, there’s other people here too! The day’s gonna pass in no time, then we’ll crash at the Pokemon Center for the night and stay around ‘til the boat leaves.”
“And find someone to give those tickets to?”
“Yeah, that too.”
“Right…”
OutOfCtrl; [shot'd for failed attempt at interaction]
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Post by The Jester on Apr 8, 2009 16:31:12 GMT -5
Hearing something very familiar, Winona perked up and immediately turned towards the sound, eyes glinting. She heard wings flapping, maybe feathered, maybe not, but there was still a Flying type in the vicinity. As she turned, she saw- not a graceful bird- but a sort of graceful dragon who immediately flopped onto its stomach as soon as its two riders got off. One of which immediately caught her eye. "Kuh... Kuh..." She stuttered, then pointed. "K-Kanto Champion. Kanto Champion."
Her babbling was correct, actually. One of the two men who'd been riding the Dragonite was, indeed, Lance of the Kanto E4. The other man was fairly ordinary, which made Winona wonder why he was riding a Dragonite with Lance.
OoC; -shotforepicfailpost-
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Post by pineappleluff on Apr 8, 2009 21:22:27 GMT -5
Cynthia almost made a break for it, she was just so tempted to turn and run, run far faaarrrr away from this place and these people. Sure, some of them were decent, even enjoyable or adorable. And others had red hair and blond haired friends. One of which who happened to show up now.
Deciding to maintain her champion cool, less she break into a rage right then and there, Cynthia took a deep breath and turned toward Volkner, who happened to be flocking to this area with many others. "Ahh, Volkner, nice to see you!" Cynthia only managed to maintain her cool with the comforting thought that maybe he could distract Flint since they were oh-such-good-buddy-pals. At least, this is what Cynthia desperately hoped.
And man was it getting hot!
However, all of Cynthia's hopes and dreams were crushed rather violently in her imagination as Volkner zeroed in on...Winona is seemed, shoving Flint toward herself. Managing to throw up her hands to maintain her 'Flint-less bubble' she watched the two interact with mild interest. Hmm, potential couple? Maybe, she'd have to wait and see if they would even need her help and if they deserved it. Silly awkward children.
As Bugsy handed her the towel she took the opportunity to shuffle away from Flint while wrapping the bug printed towel around her entire torso. Waha, take that!
"Oh thank you Bugsy dear!" she cooed, though with the added towel it was getting sort of sweltering, not that Cynthia would ever say so. Patting the top of his head gently she turned to Winona with a half attempt at a humorous smile. It barely resembled a grimace. "Thanks for the pity, but I almost feel bad for you as well, there seem to be several male interest in your life currently. Though at least none of them stalk you...yet" Though if they did that would mean Cynthia would have someone to sympathize with, which would be glorious!
Honestly though, so many important people seemed to be flocking to this spot on the beach today! Cynthia had just spotted one laughing and talking to himself while scaring small children. Honestly. Intending to let out a sigh she was instead greeted with a giggle. And felt oddly happy and not hot and all together...cheerful. But she was to busy being happy to be appalled by this new change, and practically broke her neck at what Winona had gasped out.
"Another Champion?" she whispered excitedly to herself, finding she found him..."Hottt..." she thought out loud, admiring his red hair and cape and powerful looking pokemon. Goodness, life was good!
Dropping Bugsy's towel and skipping, yes skipping, she made her way gleefully over to the knew guests, grinning and giggling. At the very back of her mind she was freaking out about the flirty thoughts interrupting all other mind processes and the fact she had just dropped her favorite little Bugsy's towel, and Cynthia wondered if she had finally snapped, but could not bring these worries to the surface as she stopped in front of the Kanto champion, a coy smile covering her features.
"Heyyy," she purred, laying a hand gently on his shoulder, "I'm Cynthia."
oOc; What is wrong with Cynthia dear children? Why, only heat stroke of course! And so it beginsss...
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Post by breloom on Apr 11, 2009 20:09:15 GMT -5
“Kuh… kuh…”
No.
No, not here. Not now.
Lance had fangirls in this area, apparently, and it wasn’t a very good area to have fangirls. Fangirls could get very, very painful… and dangerous… and potentially insane. At the beach, such painful fangirling was not acceptable. There were too many innocent Lances (and Grants… and Dragonites… and Kinglers!) around for anyone to get hurt from rabid fangirlery.
“Kanto Champion… Kanto Champion!”
Lance was about ready to collapse into the sand and tell everyone to leave. Why must the fans follow him? First the fluffy-haired boy, and now this?
WAS THERE NO END???
He was pondering the possibility of this when a giggle was carried to him across the wind. Knowing this could mean only one thing, he half-turned around and stared in horror as another woman skipped along the beach, tossing a towel (and a whole lot of sand) aside in her wake. She was giggling, skipping, and smiling like a madwoman.
And then, just to complete the appearance of giggling fangirl, she put her hand on his shoulder after she had closed the gap between them.
“Heyyyy… I’m Cynthia,” she cooed.
“Cynthia…” he muttered, backing away. “I know who you are, there’s no need to introduce yourself again…” He hoped desperately that Grant was taking this even remotely well. Turning around as he backed away from the psycho Champion, he tried to look for the pipe-wielding traveling companion.
The younger man had evidently gotten the same idea, for he was much farther away than he had been previously. Glancing back at Cynthia, he began to back away again before tripping over the snoozing Dragonite. He noticed this inconvenient slab of heat flopped on the sand between them, and took the opportunity to do a backwards flip in the sand.
Getting up on the other side of Dragonite’s sleeping body, Lance dusted the sand off of his rubbersuit and cape and glanced backwards at Grant again.
“Sorry ‘bout this!” he yelled.
“No problem,” the man replied. It certainly seemed like a problem, however, and he was looking downright scared.
Ignoring him for the time being, Lance turned back towards Cynthia. “Cynthia,” he tried to reason with her, “you must know what you’re doing, right? You’re acting like a fangirl. I’m willing to bet that you have a lot of fanboys, and probably some fangirls too, right? So, uh, keeping in mind the annoyance they tend to provide… right?”[/color] This was not going well at all.
Seriously, what was her problem?
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Post by Wrath on Apr 16, 2009 17:36:14 GMT -5
Bugsy smiled warmly at Cynthia when she affectionately patted his head, thanking him for bringing the towel. He nodded politely and gave a slight bow, a wordless ‘no problem’. His attention shifted from even his new idol, however, as there seemed to be people popping up from every direction. Even from above, Bugsy realized, staring upwards as a Dragonite flew overhead. He was a major Bug-enthusiast and other types of pokemon didn’t interest him very much, but the Dragonite really was a sight. He watched as two people stepped off of the large dragon’s back, staring with a kind of fascination only a researcher could pull off. Miss Winona’s exclamation, however, turned fascination to shock. “Oh, wow, you’re right! That is the Kanto Champion!” He breathed, taking a few steps closer to the man. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! And your companion as well,” Bugsy stated, bowing politely before the two men. He straightened after this, and gave a friendly wave to each of them. He felt his stomach tighten in nervousness. Normally Bugsy was comfortable in groups, but there were two Champions here. TWO! Not to mention a whole grouping of Gym leaders and Elite Four. And normally this didn’t matter to him but…he was so much shorter than all of them. And younger. And…some of them may have had a mysterious ‘hormone’ disease too. It was rather awkward for the boy. He instinctively took an anxious step towards miss Winona and miss Cynthia. But suddenly, at that moment, Bugsy realized that miss Cynthia was moving past him, towards the Kanto Champion! A-and, she had dropped the towel he had gotten for her! Bugsy moved after her, staring up at her in concern. “Miss Cynthia! Are you feeling alright? Y-you appear slightly fevered!” Bugsy cried, blinking multiple times in shock as the blond woman approached the Kanto Champion, placing a hand on his shoulders. ‘Seductive’ was not a word he knew, but if he had known it, that would have been the adjective Bugsy would have used to describe miss Cynthia’s expression and voice. Bugsy was utterly horrified. Miss Cynthia was acting like the crazy Elite man with the afro, so she must have caught ‘hormones’! “Mister Kanto Champion, sir, I think she’s ill. I-if you’ll just excuse us…!” Bugsy squeaked, his stress from being around so many powerful trainers, coupled with his fear of the ‘hormone’ disease, really becoming evident in his tone. With that, the gym leader gently grabbed onto the Sinnoh Champion’s forearm, gently tugging at it, as if trying both to get her attention, and to get her away from the other Champion.
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Post by The Jester on Apr 16, 2009 21:42:30 GMT -5
Winona watched as Cynthia went over to Lance, thinking it perfectly normal for one Champion to go greet another.
And then she opened her mouth.
Oh dear Mew, what is wrong with her. She thought, shocked at Cynthia's strange behavior. She was acting almost like Flint (frightening beyond words)! "I'll be right back," She said to the blond man, quickly following Bugsy over to Cynthia. "Oi, Cynthia, what's wrong? You do realize you're acting very like Flint, right?" She said, shaking the Sinnoh Champion's shoulder lightly. She nodded her head at Lance and his friend in greeting and said, "Sorry about this, I think Bugsy's right, something's definitely wrong with this woman. Possibly heatstroke, she is wearing a black suit. Just, uh, ignore her likely delusional ramblings and maybe help me get her into the shade?" Her mind was screaming at her at this point. Oh dear Mew, she was acting so impolite!!
(Blond man = Volkner
This post = Epic fail)
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Post by Mim on Apr 16, 2009 23:58:17 GMT -5
Ooc. Guess who's posting after like one page of inactivity? -shot- Bic. Marge stood next to the ice cream vendor, only the tip of her (second) cone remaining. As she crunched the bit of wafer into her mouth with a deft shove, she watched whatever chaos had dropped into the area unfold and sink into everyone present, her excluded. Hell, she was used to heat, and she was usually wearing black, a cloak, and arm/leg guards. In a tankini thing with a cover skirt, all in a mesh breathable material, she was doing swell. The ice cream helped, too. As she swiped two fingers over the corner of her mouth, effectively removing the vanilla that had somehow made its way there, she continued watching the mob of humans mill back and forth, stretching and dispersing into different groups and locations with new arrivals and such. But Groudon, what a crowd. Two Champions, and the rest of them Gym Leaders. With a slight shift in her posture Marge allowed a moment of unease, eyes flickering from person to person quickly. She was a Magma Admin, but Hell if she was going down here, on the beach, against heatstroke victims, flirts, and little kids. She brushed at the skirt that ran to just above her knees, then tensed her legs to boost herself up into a straight position instead of her previous one leaning against the ice cream booth's wall. She thought for a moment to buy another cone (a bowl, maybe) for her Pokemon to share, but the additional image of sneaking past the overheated crowd in front of her brought a slight shudder to her resolve. "Beaches." This was why she avoided them. Too many obsolete people, either starving for some action or just plain retarded. Bare feet sliding gently through the baked sand, Marge started carefully around the pack of wild rabid heatstroke'd horny people beach-goers, trying to stay inconspicuous. She probably shouldn't have taken the route closer to the two Champions, but she was getting jumpy and her nerves were fraying, leave her alone. Altering her path, she swung toward the rest of the group a moment before just leaving the other people out of her attention range and focusing on getting the Groudon-damned hell out of there. Vuori was waiting with the rest of her Pokemon and all, and she just wanted to sit in the sun or something and hear herself think. Ooc. Fail. Failfailfailfailfailfailklkaofoiawjepogiajwrg. Shootmekthx.
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Post by Chuck on Apr 18, 2009 6:36:38 GMT -5
A pair of white feet slowly traveled through the soft beach sand. Next to the pair of feet was a disk attached to a metal rod. The disk was swaying back and forth over the sand. It seemed like it was searching for something. The hand holding the rod was sweaty caused sweat to drip down from the hand onto the sand. Tracey had only his bathing suit on. It was a dark green; to match his tee shirt he normally wears. His pale body was clearly visible from a far distance. It began to develop goosebumps as the wind sped up and got chillier.
The device he had in his hand was actually a metal detector. He was using to obtain some money to get on the S.S. Anne. He wanted the money because it was required to buy a ticket to go to Faraway Island, the home of Mew. He needed a sketch of Mew; it would make his life complete(almost). He just needed so search for some money on the beach; people leave their change there all the time.
"Beeeeeeeep!" the sound from the metal detector seemed to pierce the ears of him and most likely everyone else their on the beach. It was loud enough to make your ears bleed. Tracey had the automatic reaction of dropping the device and holding both his hand to his ears, trying to block the sound from getting to them. It seemed like it would never stop. Tracey quickly glanced down at the device and tried to act fast. He quickly started to hit all of the buttons and gidgets and gadgets on the tool. Soon the metal detector had stopped ringing.
After Tracey had settled down from the loud noise, he began to dig, dig, and dig some more. He knew their had to be some money down there. Tracey continued to dig; he was determined. The sane kept getting heavier as he went. It was like shoveling cinder blocks. But, at last he came to the end. The treasure he found underneath the beach sand was not the money he needed. Tracey grabbed the large metal object and pulled it out of the sand. It was...a pan. The handle was bent and it was full of sand. It was also beginning to rust.
Tracey threw it back into the hole which it had came. He was so frustrated. He began pulling at his black hair and kicking sand everywhere. Tracey was, indeed, throwing a temper tantrum on the beach; how sad. This surely made Tracey noticeable though. Little children and mother began to watch him pout and scream. But, then Tracey began going on a cursing spree. Every curse word that came to his mind he screamed at the top of his lungs for the whole beach to hear. All the mother, in unison, began to close the ears of their dear children.
It was madness~
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Post by breloom on Apr 18, 2009 15:55:24 GMT -5
Lance was saved from certain Cynthia-ish doom by a glorious omen from Arceus. This glorious omen from Arceus came in the form of an adorable kid sent to distract Cynthia - and himself. The kid walked up to him and began to talk. Lance was surprised to find that there were many intresting things about this kid: among them were that this young boy knew who he was, had a decent vocabulary (better than Lance's own, probably), and most of all that he didn't stutter when addressing him.
“Oh, wow, you’re right! That is the Kanto Champion! It’s a pleasure to meet you! And your companion as well.”
...Add 'polite' to the list.
His politeness act became even more frantic as he noticed Cynthia walking over to Lance, which triggered the aforementioned action in the last post. That done, the girl in blue took an opportunity to walk over to him and jabber about probably important things.
""Sorry about this, I think Bugsy's right, something's definitely wrong with this woman. Possibly heatstroke, she is wearing a black suit. Just, uh, ignore her likely delusional ramblings and maybe help me get her into the shade?"
"Right," Lance stuttered, "yeah. Of course."
He was about to make a cautious movement towards Cynthia to attempt to get her to cool down, when an impossibly loud beeping noise caused him to jump in surprise and cover his ears. Grunt Grant, who was beginning to enjoy the ability to blend in to the scenery once again, was snapped out of the daydream that he seemed to be enjoying quite immensely.
"Gah!" he yelped as the man covered his ears in an instinctive attempt to prevent the obnoxious shrieking from blasting his eardrums out of his head. He dove behind the still-sleeping Dragonite (seriously, that thing could go through a thunderstorm), noticing that the noise was coming from the other direction and that the Dragon Pokemon's sleeping form would give him some shield against the shrill beeping.
And then it stopped, only to be replaced by a lot of curse words belted out in rapid succession.
Lance grimaced deeply as the appalling language began to spout from an extremely irritated person standing a little way away from them all. He seemed to be kicking around sand and whatever other debris was left on this beach by less eco-friendly people, yelling curse words and making himself look like an absolute idiot as he did so. There was a hole next to him; Lance hoped that he wouldn't trip over it and crack his skull or something.
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Post by pineappleluff on Apr 19, 2009 9:45:44 GMT -5
Cynthia grinned slyly Lance began to back up, advancing slowly to match is backwards steps. "Oh, so you know me? Guess we can skip introductions then," she purred, somehow managing to make a basically innocent statement into something that sounded so scandalous.
"...You're acting like a fangirl..." this sentence breifly snapped Cynthia from her heatstroke, for her rage was enough to muffle the early effects of heat stroke breifly. But her mind was too muddled to make any sense of what was going on before she slipped back under the effects of heatstroke.
Only to turn and see who was so concerned over her. And then she did squeal exactally like a fangirl before flinging her arms around Bugsy's adorable neck.
"You're sooooo cute!" she giggled, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck. The giggling didn't cease till another person arrived on the scene, effectively blocking out Busy's words.
As Cynthia breifly raised her head from Bugsy to the new comer she was quick to ignore Winona. She wasn't quite to the point where she would flirt with anyone, but who knew how much longer till she would?
She was about to rant about Bugsy's pure adorable-ness when a loud screech, quickly matched by her won surprised yelp, flung herself backward on the sand in surprise, lying their blinking for awhile before the cursing started.
Upon the cursing however she looked up, and recognized the cursing, beeping boy as a male. And you know what that means! Quickly she was back on her feet, skipping towards the latest addition to the beach group.
She didn't recognize him, or knwo his name, so he wasn't a gym leader or anything, but why on earth would that stop her? Those mothers would have to find a way to cover their childrens ears and eyes once she arrived on the scene, almost baywatch like.
In the very, verrryyy back of her mind, which didn't even communicate with her concious mind, regular Cynthia was mortified, simply sitting and watching in increasing horror. At least she hadn't spotted Flint, yet.
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Post by Chuck on Apr 19, 2009 13:25:51 GMT -5
Tracey's use of foul language ceased immediately after he too a look around the area. He saw children crying and mothers appalled by what he had just done. They looked as if he was insane and needed mental help. How could somebody use such could language in front of children? It was preposterous. Tracey was extremely ashamed of himself. He felt he would never live this down. He looked at each mother and child and had nothing to say. He knew he had doe wrong, but it was for a good cause. He was just so frustrated. He needed this money in order to get on the S.S. Anne. He needed to get a sketch of that Mew. It would be the perfect thing to impress Professor Oak when he finally met him. But, he couldn't seem to come across the amount he needed; 100 pokedollars.
Tracey continued to look around at all of the ashamed people. He looked to his right to see one in particular face that stood out compared to the other faces. This face seemed the most enraged. He could only see half of her face because it half of it was covered by long, blond hair. Tracey noticed and actually started to grow fond of her hair, but he came back to reality when he realized how angry she was.
"I'm sorry?"[/color] was the only sentence that Tracey could think of.
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