Post by Aroz on Jan 13, 2008 20:45:07 GMT -5
Chartreuse Town Pokemon Center
Time of Day: Late Night
Status: Closed, only for Aroz. ^_^
"I bet even you're cold now." Clint said, looking down towards her Pokemon, a Munchlax- or was it a Munchlax shaped snowman? Having finally made their way back to Chartreuse Town, a difficult task due to the snowfall, Clint Lincoln and Comer could both now be easily mistaken for snow people. From head to toe, the pair was covered with sticky, cold snow. The night owls who roamed the town, who had managed to not wind up completely buried, gave the pair odd looks as they passed by; seeing walking mounds of snow wasn't really common in the Dianto Region- or anywhere for that matter. But hopefully soon, they would be the warm housing of the Pokemon Center.
And speak of the devil, there it was. The giant, glowing Pokeball on top of the building, along with the words PokeCenter, alone seemed to be warming their bodies the longer they looked at them, melting the snow right off of their backs. But it had to be so much warmer inside. “Hey, why are we still standing here looking at it like losers,” Clint asked her Munchlax partner, before running into the building, the Pokemon close behind. It was rather empty, though this was to be expected, it was getting pretty late after all. There were a few trainers sitting around here and there; it was easy to tell apart the ones who were here to relax, and the ones who were here because they, unfortunately, had to be. Clint Lincoln decided to stay away from those people. Those situations were way too stressful.
So instead, she searched around for a computer. Even though her parents told her that they would in no way help her on her journey, she knew there would be something waiting for her in the PC. So, after signing on, she searched the boxes. “Bingo.” The page showed only one new entry to the PC, a shiny Wynaut. She grinned somewhat, “Says here it was won in a random giveaway. Guess that explains why it isn’t a bug, huh.? Hey Comer, come take a look.” But Comer was already out like a light, laying peacefully on the floor beside Clint.
Well, he did deserve a rest. But Clint needed someone else to greet the Wynaut, who she had decided to name Fremmed. Clint didn't really like the Pokemon, or its evolved form, but she didn't want to just abandon it. So, she figured, she could at least let it meet some of her Pokemon until she decided what to do with it. It looked rather dumb to her; though a creature like that would make a great friend for her newest Pokemon.
“Come on out, Waraimushi.” Tossing the Pokeball, the Kricketot she had recently captured emerged, already laughing. Poor Clint had to shush the Pokemon when the other Trainer’s, their Pokemon, and the Chansey nurses began to look at them angrily. “Hey, you wanna meet a new friend?” She pointed onto the screen, to the purple, doofy looking Pokemon. His goody expression immediately won the approval of the cricket Pokemon. The redhead quickly clicked send, now all they had to do was wait.
Time of Day: Late Night
Status: Closed, only for Aroz. ^_^
"I bet even you're cold now." Clint said, looking down towards her Pokemon, a Munchlax- or was it a Munchlax shaped snowman? Having finally made their way back to Chartreuse Town, a difficult task due to the snowfall, Clint Lincoln and Comer could both now be easily mistaken for snow people. From head to toe, the pair was covered with sticky, cold snow. The night owls who roamed the town, who had managed to not wind up completely buried, gave the pair odd looks as they passed by; seeing walking mounds of snow wasn't really common in the Dianto Region- or anywhere for that matter. But hopefully soon, they would be the warm housing of the Pokemon Center.
And speak of the devil, there it was. The giant, glowing Pokeball on top of the building, along with the words PokeCenter, alone seemed to be warming their bodies the longer they looked at them, melting the snow right off of their backs. But it had to be so much warmer inside. “Hey, why are we still standing here looking at it like losers,” Clint asked her Munchlax partner, before running into the building, the Pokemon close behind. It was rather empty, though this was to be expected, it was getting pretty late after all. There were a few trainers sitting around here and there; it was easy to tell apart the ones who were here to relax, and the ones who were here because they, unfortunately, had to be. Clint Lincoln decided to stay away from those people. Those situations were way too stressful.
So instead, she searched around for a computer. Even though her parents told her that they would in no way help her on her journey, she knew there would be something waiting for her in the PC. So, after signing on, she searched the boxes. “Bingo.” The page showed only one new entry to the PC, a shiny Wynaut. She grinned somewhat, “Says here it was won in a random giveaway. Guess that explains why it isn’t a bug, huh.? Hey Comer, come take a look.” But Comer was already out like a light, laying peacefully on the floor beside Clint.
Well, he did deserve a rest. But Clint needed someone else to greet the Wynaut, who she had decided to name Fremmed. Clint didn't really like the Pokemon, or its evolved form, but she didn't want to just abandon it. So, she figured, she could at least let it meet some of her Pokemon until she decided what to do with it. It looked rather dumb to her; though a creature like that would make a great friend for her newest Pokemon.
“Come on out, Waraimushi.” Tossing the Pokeball, the Kricketot she had recently captured emerged, already laughing. Poor Clint had to shush the Pokemon when the other Trainer’s, their Pokemon, and the Chansey nurses began to look at them angrily. “Hey, you wanna meet a new friend?” She pointed onto the screen, to the purple, doofy looking Pokemon. His goody expression immediately won the approval of the cricket Pokemon. The redhead quickly clicked send, now all they had to do was wait.