bijuu.
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don't put your life in someone's hands - they're bound to steal it away.
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Post by bijuu. on Sept 26, 2009 14:46:37 GMT -8
"... go buy yourself a life."
Alexis thrust a small wad of bills at the driver and unfolded himself from the back seat of the cab, exhaling a severely annoyed noise as the man immediately took off with much screeching of tires against gravel, clearly more than happy to leave the young man behind - and moreover to avoid counting out the change he should have; maybe he counted it as a rightful tip for putting up with his snobby customer. It didn't seem to bother Alexis, however, because he had already made his way halfway up the street, fingers tapping out a cigarette from the rumpled carton and swiftly lighting it.
Precious nicotine flooded his veins, and Alexis exhaled a thin cloud of smoke with all the skills of an expert smoker, rubbing the back of his neck with another hand and glancing from side to side as if to appraise the town he was currently in. Onyx Island didn't look all that bad, but it sure was a long shot from what the city-born rich kid was used to. Tapping the ashes from the cigarette impatiently, he soon made his way to the nearest group of people he could find, deciding he may as well degrade himself some more, having already traveled in a beat-up, rusty old taxi from the harbor.
"... I'm terribly sorry to disturb whatever it is you're doing, but do any of you happen to know which way professor... Redwood's? Yeah, professor Redwood's lab. Which way is it?" he implored in a voice thick with whatever remnants of a proper British accent he was supposed to have - actually, the request sounded more like a demand, and one of the teenagers didn't take to this so kindly.
"What's in it for us, kid?" a heavily streetwise boy asked with a cocky air, downplaying Alexis' height and feminine qualities as to his advantage - not exactly the smartest idea.
"You can tell me, or I can always turn you in for drug use." Alexis replied sleekly, dropping the stub of his cigarette to the ground, where it smoldered until it quickly met its demise under the heel of one of his combat boots. A couple of the boys surreptitiously covered up their arms, glaring their dislike at the man who so easily picked out their habits, but eventually the first spoke again.
"... right, uh. That way, up the hill and on your left." he replied hastily, motioning vaguely somewhere over the trees, and Alexis turned away at once, leaving behind the somewhat disgruntled and surprised teenagers, and the snubbed-out cigarette butt on the ground.
Another fifteen minutes' walking brought him to the correct building, and Alexis stood outside a moment, appraising it, before slouching to the front door to knock on it several times, rather sharply one might add. "... useless." he mumbled critically after a moment or two of no signs of an answer. How typical. |
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Post by POKÉMON & NPCS on Sept 26, 2009 19:19:48 GMT -8
“ ben redwood ”
* * * Professor Ben Redwood groaned pleasantly as he slouched into the comfy arm chair, clearly bushed by all the day's work. Shipping from one island to the next had taken its tole on this older man. Just a minute of rest would help, though. This was his only chance in the entire day to relax before he had to transport a shipload of future coordinators from Onyx Harbour to Sapphire Island. A long and disruptive sigh escaped his lips, vocalizing his dismay. If only there were someway to freeze time for at least ten more minutes to recuperate. It may not seem like much to anyone else but Ben, but it would be ten more minutes to himself than what he had. Actually, he was given a half an hour in order to rest up until the next ship out was scheduled. That should be enough time for one quick nap, right? Yeah. Ben hefted himself from the chair, seemingly lost of all youthful energy he had had at the beginning of the day. He was getting too old for all of this nonsense. Though he continued to do it because it was what he loved.
As he made his way down the hall toward the left corridor, a repetitive knocking—a rather harsh one at that—reverberated throughout the hollow lab. “Dammit.” Neither Ike nor Lucy were around to take care of this one, both off on errands appointed to them by professor Ben Redwood himself. He made a mental note to slap himself for such an act later. For now, he achingly turned around and swiftly made his way to the door, the sharp knocking sort of pissing him off. Calm the hell down. My time is being wasted as well. Keeping this thought sealed within his conscience for once, Ben pulled upon the door, perhaps a bit faster than necessary. Before him was a fairly feminine male, an aura of musty smoke assaulting Ben's nostrils as a gust of wind drew into the doorway. The professor made a disgruntled look, before grunting and motioning for the man to come in. Instead of going through the basics, he grabbed the starter pack from the cabinet, tossed it behind it to the man, and went down the hall, signaling to the man with his finger to follow. As Ben entered the Pokémon room, he loudly murmured, “Here's what you have to pick from. Find a name tag, take the Pokéball, and be on your way.”
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bijuu.
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don't put your life in someone's hands - they're bound to steal it away.
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Post by bijuu. on Sept 26, 2009 21:41:20 GMT -8
What a pity this was, Alexis found himself thinking as he paced back and forth before the door in front of him, pausing to flick a poisonously yellow glance at it every few moments, as if it was the wooden contraption's fault that the professor had yet to respond to the irate newcomer. The truth was, Alexis wasn't accustomed to having to wait for anything in life, and his frustration was already beginning to seep through to his outer being. Stifling a small cough, he spat on the ground despite his better manners, and continued to prowl restlessly.
The single Pokéball wiggling back and forth at his hip was beginning to twitch furiously, as if in response to the male's plight, and it wasn't too long before Alexis became aware of its movements, going so far as to press a hand over the shivering orb of cool metal in hopes of calming it. No such luck. The Pokéball shuddered violently at his touch, and exploded into two halves, spilling a brilliant white pool of light onto the path behind him with a soft whooshing noise. A small clack, and the Pokéball snapped shut once more, having released its resident.
Alexis was quelled in his relentless path-winding to look at this new phenomenon - it was new to him, yes, but he hadn't planned to try and acquaint himself with this.. creature until later on, once he'd left Onyx Island. As the shapeless lump of light changed rapidly, the man's eyes became accustomed to what he was supposed to see, and that, though his eyes were critical of everything and anything, was quite the most curious sight.
The canine was decorated with bony projections along its back, ankles, and head - in fact, the plate on the top of its head resembled a crude skull, closely flanked by two perked ears - while the tail, which was stubby and short, stood erect and quite still while the dog itself blinked from underneath the helm, eyeing his new trainer with something that bordered upon apprehensive surprise. Curiously, while a normal Houndour - for that is what the canine was - should have sported inky black fur and a rusty-red underbelly and muzzle, Alexis' particular hound had fur of steel dyed blue, with a bleached dirty mustard-yellow underside. A shiny if there ever was one.
"... can't you stomp around a little more quietly? I was sleeping, you ass." the metallic blue dog barked sharply, completely unaware, in his youth, of the fact that his trainer would not understand a word of his demand. Alexis glared down the bridge of his nose at the pup, curling a lip in something that could have been a sneer, and promptly snapped his fingers, resuming his pacing in the next moment.
"Ceero, stay. I'm being forced to wait on this geezer, so you may as well stay out. Try not to wander off." he snarled after a moment, not completely unfriendly, and the Houndour remained obediently where he was, eventually settling on his haunches with an air of impatience, which could be told from the shuffling of his rump against the uncomfortable gravel.
At last, the door was considered abused enough to open - rather, it was violently wrenched open - and Alexis at once ceased his walking back and forth, expectantly glaring into the face of the professor himself. The man, to Alexis' supreme displeasure, seemed quite aggravated at having to be bothered. "... typical, I get a grouchy old gander." Alexis muttered from the corner of his mouth, none too quietly either, as he stepped into the building, motioning the Houndour to move along and come in with him, which the firehound did willingly, quite glad to move his stiffened muscles.
Alexis was caught by surprise by the bag hurtled through the air, and caught it only by staggering backward to prevent having the wind knocked out of his lungs, and hissed openly at the professor, vehement at such treatment when he'd traveled this way to receive a Pokémon in the first place. Preposterous!
"Pardon, I always imagined those in the Pokémon business were friendly to their patrons." The response was barely concealed below layers of fury, and Alexis hid his irritation by directing his attention to the rows of spheres decorating the walls. A choice, huh? Alexis had known for some time he wanted a Fire-type, like his Houndour. The addition had been a sporadic one, pushed onto him as a form of 'gift' on his way from the harbor. He hadn't complained much, thinking it quite lucky to receive one with a shiny attribute of all things. Breeding Houndour pups with blue coats was a good business, and he had no trouble exploiting the idea.
"A Cyndaquil. I want a female, if it isn't too much trouble. I do assume you haven't all day to cater to new coordinators, sir." The honorific was a verbal jab, an undermining of professor Redwood's authority, but at this point, Alexis couldn't have cared much less. Respect was a two-way street, and this man had done absolutely nothing to earn his. |
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Post by POKÉMON & NPCS on Sept 27, 2009 18:49:14 GMT -8
“ ben redwood ”
* * * Ben Redwood watched impatiently as the feminine male gazed at his options, lazily looking from one shelf of Pokéballs to the next. Usually, the professor would intrigued to see which Pokémon the coordinator would choose, but this particular visit seemed to be inconvenience to him. An intrusion on his alone time. Ben mumbled something even inconceivable to himself, his lazy eyes expressing his sheer disinterest. Finally, after what seemed like a thousand years, the man spoke up, speaking in a tone that was a wonder Ben managed to tolerate. That's just how passive he was feeling at the moment. It didn't matter whether the coordinator was a bubbly teenager or a cocky man, they would soon be out of his life. There was no point in flaring out at this ignorant punk anyway. They both knew how it would end, and neither were willing to take it that far. At least Ben assumed his opponent was that intelligent. Stifling a yawn, professor Redwood murmured, “Oh yeah, I'll get right on that. I truly hope my aged ganders won't fail me. Heaven forbid my lowly old-man attributes mess this up.”
Ben glared at the younger male before turning away, instantly recalling where the Cyndaquil were stationed. He slowly outstretched an arm, before hesitating, his hand hovering above a Pokéball. However this shadowed ball did not house a Cyndaquil, the Pokémon the other man had desired. In fact, it was a Caterpie! Aha, how that would make Ben's day. If only I were that senile. With a pitiful sigh, he shifted his hands position and let it hover yet again, quickly remembering something he could do. This time, a male Cyndaquil was directly below his hand. Another opportunity for Ben to 'accidentally' screw up and piss off his antagonist. Yet again, he went with his better judgment—though he wasn't sure whether the man would've done the same if the positions were switched—and retrieved the female Cyndaquil, slyly tossing it over his right shoulder to the person behind him. Quickly making his way toward the door he sighed, “Come on, let's ship off now.” There was no point in waiting anymore. Time already wasted, he may as well get the rest of the day over with a semi-straight face.
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