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Post by Tout-Perd on May 31, 2010 15:23:59 GMT -5
“Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.”-The Bells, Edgar Allan PoeCianwood was not a bad place to be, really. The sunset glimmered on the waves, its distorted reflection looking like a rumpled photograph. A sea breeze blew through, rustling Isambard’s plaid shirt. He had been working on board one of the many freight ships that plied the coast of Johto, filling in for a man that had gotten hurt on the job. It was good, honest work, and his previous experience with the forklifts back at the Mauville Door & Window plant had helped land him an interview. It had only been a temporary measure, but they had paid him well enough. He could afford to spend some time here, to actually enjoy himself for a while. Maybe not live it up, but Cianwood was a quiet, unassuming place, even for a small city. It wouldn’t be expensive to stay there and look for a good job. A jingling of bells from behind him caught his attention. A young man with a string of bells dangling from his belt was approaching from the far edge of the beach. He smiled slightly, and waved. “Sir, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re wearing a trainer’s belt. Would you be interested in a bit of a competition?” Isambard’s eyes opened wide for a moment before he relaxed again. “Sure, I guess. You want a battle here, right?” His hand went to the ball etched ‘Monaco’. His Dodrio wasn’t the most robust combatant, but it was comparatively well-honed compared to his other two party members. They were strong enough, in his opinion, but they still were unfamiliar to him. Naturally, such would happen with stolen Pokemon. “Oh, not me. I’m not even a trainer, I’m afraid. I’m just recruiting for something bigger. “ “What’s up, then?” “We’re holding an annual tournament here. It’s not much of a event, really, quite a small function. But the people here that hold it swear by it.” “Oh? Go on.” “Basically, towards the end of the summer every year, they invite randomly picked trainers that happen to be on the island to a single-Pokemon tournament, and they say you can predict the fortunes of the Archipelago based on what manages to win.” Isambard nodded slightly. A bit wishy-washy for his liking, but he could use the experience. He’d been learning to think like a trainer for a few months now, but had little chance to really get good battles against anybody. A few things here and there, but working all day left him only free to battle after the majority of trainers were in bed for the night. So, this was quite a blessing, even if it came in a bunch of folklore-spouting, dowsing-rod rattling trappings. “I’m in, then.” -------- Isambard smiled slightly as he looked down at the tournament grounds. He was sitting atop the highest row of bleachers, the aluminum kind that you’d see at the athletic fields of less prominent schools. He’d actually helped put a few together one afternoon, when his company momentarily reassigned him to help out with the assembly. The arena was a natural depression atop the cliffs behind Cianwood, a sort of small amphitheater that had been carved out by a glacier hundreds of years ago. In the center was the arenas for the battles. For the most part, they consisted of a faint chalk circle with a single bisecting line, about the size of a two-car garage each. Resting at the very center of each battleground was a large brass bell, darkened by age. Some were heavily dented, others worn down from the sharp, swooping contours they had once possessed. There was a motley crowd forming, seemingly mostly of the bell-wearing children. A few middle aged people were in with the crowds, but the most prominent demographic was a group of graying seniors perched below him on the bleachers. It couldn’t be every elderly person in Cianwood, but it was still quite the sampling. Isambard stepped down noisily, each footstep vibrating through the entirety of the structure. He awkwardly tried to slip past an elderly couple on the second row up, only to stumble over the woman’s colossal purse. He righted himself, and with a muttered apology, stepped past the last row, and onto the stony ground. And so it begins. I’ve got a few twists picked out and such, so expect things to keep moving in this topic while the tournament goes on. We’ll go sorta… not realtime quite, but basically, if you’re not fighting, feel free to come back to the stands or do a little exploring around the area in this thread.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on May 31, 2010 16:19:32 GMT -5
Ackerly had heard about the tournament before and had come to Cianwood purely for that reason. He quickly found a recruiter and waited as the man explained the history of the tournament to someone else. Once the trainer began walking away Ackerly approached the recruiter and tapped him on the shoulder.
"I'd like to sign up for your tournament."
"All right then, just follow that man over there and you'll find yourself with the other entries." he said, pointing at Isambard. Ackerly thanked the recruiter, then followed the man up to a series of bleachers that overlooked a large pit. He then made his way up to the highest row and sat down next to the trainer so that he could get a good look at all the other entries.
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Post by Shoni on May 31, 2010 19:29:29 GMT -5
"Excuse me, sir, but your sign says that it's 10 dollars for a group of 2 or less to eat at this buffet right?" Said a 13 year old boy with shaggy brown hair and shining blue eyes.
"Why yes it is." Replied the man at the counter.
"Thanks. Here's 10 bucks."
Three minutes later the owner of the all you can eat buffet looked on in horror as Galdin and his Snorlax Sleepy started to devour every edible particle in site. Galdin looked back as they left the buffet.
"Man I sure hate to see a grown man cry like that. Don't you?" Sleepy just looked up at where Gladin was sitting on his right shoulder and grunted as they entered the next buffet on the list.
As they were browsing through the selection of food, Galdin saw a poster on the wall for a tournament. The poster said that the buffet would give the winner 10 free meals. That was all that needed to be said to catch his attention and the manager gave a sigh of relief as Galdin and Sleepy ran out the door to enter the tournament. That is, until he read his poster again, which resulted in a sigh of defeat as he wonder how he was going to keep his place running.
When Galdin and Sleepy arrived at the tournament grounds they saw a few people that looked like they had already entered. Running over to one of them he asked has to enter.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on May 31, 2010 22:28:08 GMT -5
Karin stepped off the boat onto the sandy shores of Cianwood. The sound of crashing waves pleasant to her small ears. Her outfit was tailored to the warm weather here, a sporty green polo, and short khaki shorts. She adjusted her aviator sunglasses to pull back her hair, to help cool her down, "It's so good to travel these days, out in the vast world--a trainers dream!" She said to Mightyena, " Isn't this just excellent, Kitty?" Karin said, patting her companion on his head. The dog reacted closing its eyes, and cocking it's head to the side, appreciating the affection it was receiving.
"Ah, the entrypoint of the contest, Kitty. Let's go to see who else is showing up!" Karin walked the short distance to the group of trainers, her Pokemon loyally following at her side. "Excuse me," She said inquisitively, "Is this the location for the entrants of the competition?"
--------------------------------------------------- A young man walked into the local medicine store of Cianwood, wearing a pair of dark olive green sandals, tan colored khaki's, and a black tee shirt with an artistic graphic of a skull in the center. Without a word, he handed the shop keeper a list of items needed to bring back home. "Will that be all, Sir?"
"Yes, thank you." The young man responded quickly.
"Would you mind filling out a short form? We ask all of our new customers, so that we can ship items to their addresses. Just in case they feel like mailing an order of medicine."
"Uh, sure, I don't mind."
The shop keeper handed the young man a piece of paper filled with lines, and questions. "Here you go, and here is a pen."
The young trainer picked the pen up, and read the questions in his head. Name... He jotted it down, and was barely legible, but read Akio Masayoshi, age 19. Address, hmm... He filled out the region, and the city, but gave no house number, he finished quickly, and handed the shop keeper his form back.
"Ahhh, So you're from the Kanto region, Pewter city it seems?"
Akio responded casually, "Yes, I was asked to travel here for Medicine. You seem to be quite famous for your pharmaceuticals, and it would be helpful to keep it in stock." Akio scratched the back of his head, and smiled, "Well, I must be off, the ship for Vermilion will be leaving soon."
The store owner lifted his glasses, "Ah, Pokemon trainer it seems. You know... we are having a Pokemon tournament in the local area. You should join, show Johto what Kanto trainers have to offer, especially one from Pewter city. I'm guessing you're training some sort of hardy Pokemon right?"
"Yes, I am. A Lairon to be exact, her name is Phaedra. We've been through a lot, however, never been in a tournament before," Akio pondered the thought of showing his skills as a Pokemon, in this area's local competition. After a few moments of thought, he decided that he would like to join, "Where should I go?"
"Ah," The Shop keep said smiling, "You just head out the door and look for the group of trainers. They should be gathering about this time."
Akio nodded, handed the man the cash, and left the store, "Thanks!" He yelled back, jogging outside. He noticed the group of trainers and quickly ran over, "I heard that there was some sort of tournament today... I would like to enter," he said, speaking to anyone that was listening.
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Post by pokemaniactim on May 31, 2010 22:55:49 GMT -5
The ship's bell let out a big howl as a small island came into view, the captain came over the PA, "Now arriving at Cianwood! Please be careful when leaving the ship, and don't forget any of your personal belongings!"
Shino, a boy about the age of 19, came running to the deck of the ship just in time to see it dock. He notices a girl walk off with a Mightyena, but it was just the green from her shirt that caught his eye, so he didn't pay much attention.
"Alright! Porygon 2 (Usually just shortened to Porygon), let's go find that tournament!" Shino grabbed his pack and ran off the ship, tripping down the ramp as his Porygon floated behind him. He stood about 5'10 and weighed about 185, he was wearing a Violet jacket and a pair of blue jeans, and his favourite hat.
He found out about the tournament from a couple that visited his hometown of Cherrygrove, and overheard them while he was at the Pokemon Center, so he figured he'd come see what it was all about. He approached the sign up area, and filled out his application, then saw a small group of trainers gathering outside, so he joined up to see what was going on, he also noticed the girl with the Mightyena.
"Uhh... what's going on, guys?" He said quietly as he approached the group.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Jun 2, 2010 0:07:09 GMT -5
David had completely zoned out on the ship; even to the point where he didn't notice the ship's atrociously loud bell.
He found out about the tournament a while back and was on his way to enter it, although, he still wished that he could have been here with Blaze, his Chimchar, but... It could not be helped. It's been over three months that he was taken from him and the main reason he came here, even thought it was very far away from Pyrite Town, was in hopes that someone might know something. After all, it WAS a public tournament...
A janitor came up to David and put his head on his shoulder and asked him, "Hey, are you alright there?"
"Yeah... Sorry, I was just thinking about something..."
"Well... I'm going to have to ask you to get off the ship because it's getting ready to leave again."
"Wait... How long have we been here?"
"A good half-hour now. I was starting to get a little worried since you haven't even moved since not even half-way through the journey."
"Half an hour?! Oh, no, I'm going to miss the registration!" And with that, David ran off. Momentarily, he turned back and yelled, "Thanks for getting my attention, bye!"
David ran almost blindly off the ship, occasionally tripping over himself, towards the registration booth, which was starting to look almost deserted. Then he realized that it was simply the entrance and the crowd had simply moved to the actual registration booth. He took a minute to catch his breath and quietly approached the group of trainers
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Post by SV on Jun 2, 2010 1:34:25 GMT -5
Finch Fletcher reclined peacefully on a beach outside of Cianwood City, a lemonade in her hand and her Eevee curled up and dozing on her lap. Her jacket and boots lay discarded on the sand (which Tethys, her Turtwig, nested upon as though for safe-keeping). A native to Sinnoh, Finch found the beach almost too warm in spite of the setting sun. Vacation was what brought her here. Two weeks past, she had completed the exit exams at the Trainers' School in Jubilife City. Her parents, prominent pokemon breeders, had presented her with her Eevee and sent her to Cianwood in celebration. Finch had spent the past several days exploring the beach and nearby Safari Zone. The day after next marked the day she returned home to start training in hopes of participating in the League, but anxiety had kicked in and she found herself once again by the water, trying to clear her head. Before her, the ocean sparkled beautifully. The sky was streaked with gold and tangerine and purple hues that reflected off the water and met the horizon at some far-off line that would be indistinct if not for the silhouetted Whirl Islands. The temperature on the sands was warm enough to make one doze off; the breeze off the water was just getting brisk enough to prevent it. If this isn't peaceful, Finch mused, then nothing is --Tethys lifted her head suddenly, looking around. She centered on something slightly behind her trainer, rose to her feet (upending the lemonade Finch had -- much to her own personal amusement -- set upon the supine pokemon's shell), and, settling into a defensive stance, hissed lowly. "Excuse me, miss," came a voice from over her shoulder, accompanied by jingling. Startled, Eevee scrambled to her feet, yipping at the visitor. "Eve, shush." Finch scratched the vulpine pokemon behind the ear and reached to save the rest of her lemonade before turning to acknowledge the voice. The voice belonged to a younger man who smiled at her apologetically. "I saw that you had some pokemon with you," he continued. "Every year we hold a tournament here. Just a small event. Would you be interested in participating?" He sounded hopeful. Finch looked at her pokemon. Tethys and Eve looked back at her. They were both so young, neither of them seriously trained yet. She wasn't sure how either would fare in a tournament. But then again, she hadn't gone to Trainers' School for nothing. She grinned at the man. "Sure thing. Where do I sign up?" ----------------------------- Finch sat with her legs crossed, taking in the arena from the front row of a section of bleachers. She couldn't place exactly why, but she felt more comfortable here than she did out on the beach earlier. The stands weren't packed, but there was still quite an audience. Several people looked as though they were trainers, but none looked particularly well seasoned. This suited her just fine. A section away, a man tripped and caught himself awkwardly before making it into the arena proper. Finch felt the first pang of nervousness as she watched, hoping subconsciously she didn't do something to make a fool out of herself once the tournament began.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 2, 2010 7:15:34 GMT -5
OOC- using some references from that pskl tournament nem and alex hosted
BIC -
"So, yeah, a tournament?" Yoshimitsu asked at the registration desk. He had the look of a carefree competitor, a relaxed posture but a determination in his eyes. It had been some time since he had entered a tournament, so as soon as he heard about this one he had flown over on his Charizard and got ready for the competition.
He wasn't competing to win, for once. He was competing for fun, and to help any other prospective trainers who might be entering. There was more satisfaction in a lesson learned than in a hollow victory, he knew. Especially with new trainers. That was why he'd entered.
"Yes, sir," the woman at the registration desk confirmed. "Name and entry pokemon?"
"Just the one?" Yoshimitsu asked.
"Yes, sir. This is an old tradition, we like to stick to it as much as possible," the woman explained.
"Oh, okay then. Well, I'm Yoshimitsu and I'll be entering with Sneasel," Yoshimitsu said, taking a pokeball from his belt. The woman started to write down the details, then paused as she read his name.
"Yoshimitsu... oh!" She said suddenly, startled. "You're one of the semi-finalists from the championship a few years ago!"
Yoshimitsu grinned. This wasn't the first time he'd had such a reception.
"That's me," he replied.
"Why would you want to enter such a small-scale tournament...?" She mused.
"There's nothing better than helping the new trainers out. I've had my run, it's time to let someone else take over," he explained briefly. The woman nodded, tore off a sheet of paper from her pad and handed it to the boy. Smiling, he accepted it.
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Alexxia could feel that determination burning inside her. That determination that kept her strong when the tide was turned against her, when she was running out of options. The determination that helped her and her pokemon to victory when all seemed lost. Her belief in herself and her pokemon that made them not just any trainer, but a force to be reckoned with and not to be underestimated.
News of the tournament had reached her ears subtly. In fact, she might not have known about it if she hadn't overhead a couple wondering about what kind of pokemon might win. Then she found a small article in the Olivine Times mentioning the time, date and location. Of course, she had hopped on the quickest ferry to Cianwood and readied herself for competition.
It was a gamble, using the pokemon she was going to. Sableye was a tricky one. A prankster and a quick thinker, who didn't necessarily listen to her when he should do. When cooperating, they made a fierce combination. When not, things typically went pear-shaped. She trusted the gremlin pokemon to obey her when he needed to.
Having already registered, she had taken up a seat on the bleachers with Sableye sat behind her. They were running through several strategies that could be used, Sableye laughing mischievously at some of them. Alexxia removed her hat and fanned herself for a moment, looking down the rows of seats and wondering who her opponents might be.
OOC - kinda blah but whatever
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 4, 2010 16:17:56 GMT -5
The young man with the string of silver bells at his belt leaned his weight onto one leg so he could scratch at that ankle with the tip of his other heel. He had begun to regret approaching this old man in the straw hat and overalls.
"...hopped out'n muh pickup an' hied me roun' th'back an' sho' nuff whatchyuh think thur were but a fat lil' Bidoof rolled over all paws-up on th'groun' like a Skitty what got inna th'catnip. Wull surr Ah cudden eggzackly leave thuh lil' sprat thur 'cuz we's good God-fearin' folk an' us don' think none too much'a beatin' 'em critters up an' jes' leavin' 'em out'n thuh wild'ness fo' th'Golbats t'git. Thuh way some'a them young trainers do. Ain't right, sonny. Ain't takin' no responsibibblity. Some'a them fresh lil' youth, y'know, them thinks they kin jes' go roun' beatin' up Zigzagoons an' kickin' Hoothoots full on inna beak an' don't unnerstands they got to pree-serve..."
The young man hesitantly piped up. "Were you...? I -- I was really just curious to know how you ended up in Cianwood today. If that's--"
"Ah'm gittin' to thet," the old man said in a dangerous voice. "Anyhows, Ah took thet Bidoof straight on back t'th'farm whur m'wife Nettie had a look at'em an' she says him gon' make a fool ree-covery long's we keeps him full up'a grit'n'beans. So Ah plunked'im down inna car-board box an' putta lil' tawl over'im an' gon' housebreak him purty soon. He's a good ol' boy, muh Bidoof. Called him Gedaliah."
"Oh!" The young man brightened; he'd found an opportunity to swing the conversation back into his control. "Kind of like your Dunsparce? What was his name -- Jedediah?"
He pointed down at the round-bellied snake-like beast which lay prone by the old man's big-toe-revealing boots. Its springy hide was pale yellow with blue stripes, decked with tiny insectoid wings and a drill-tipped tail. The enormous closed eyes gave an impression of almost unimaginable stupidity.
"Thet's right! Ah nearly fergot." The old man bent down in his seat and spoke to the Dunsparce. "Jed. Jed! Wake up, y'good-fer-nuthin' pile'a mulch!"
Jedediah completely failed to react.
The young man stirred awkwardly. "Is he... okay?"
"Sho' nuff, sho' nuff. Lemme just--" And the old man fetched the Dunsparce a smart kick on the side with his boot. Although Jedediah's eyes, characteristically of a Dunsparce, did not open, he had obviously woken up. The wings buzzed into life and the drill whirred a little. "See? 'S jes' fine."
"Thank goodness," said the young man. "Well, if Jedediah is feeling up to it, I just wanted to let you know that there's an annual tournament this afternoon and I'm hoping to find enough trainers who..."
Both the beginning and ending of this conversation may be left to the reader to imagine.
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Post by Hamuu on Jun 6, 2010 16:27:17 GMT -5
Just a little somethin-something to get me in for now "Was this a good idea..." Krieg sat in the bleachers waiting, worry etched across his face. A small, hedgehog-like pokemon poked its snout out from within his messenger bag, "You're the one who said he was tired of the sterile cubicles at Sliph Co." "Yeah... but, what if I was jumping the gun. I mean, I only have you and Bubs. You're supposes to be the fate pokemon aren't you. When I found you I was strongly thinking about becoming a trainer... but I'm nine years behind now... Maybe I misinterpreted what meeting you was supposed to mean." "I have an idea!" Shaymin ducked it's head back inside the bag. "What?!" Krieg asked hopefully. "I'm gonna take a nap." The bag rustled slightly then was motionless, "Wake me up and sit me in your seat when it's your turn. I wanna watch!" Krieg frowned, "Some legendary pokemon you turned out to be..."
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jun 7, 2010 19:35:34 GMT -5
Zhane Shelley slid into a seat in the stands near the center of the arena and took in the scenery. The breeze that washed into the arena smelled of salt and the sweet pollen of the various trees in the area rustled his russet colored hair. In a spot of sun at Zhanes feet Zhao, a Sunkern, lay basking in the warmth with a huge smile on its face. Zhane smiled down at his little grass type friend but the light of the smile didn’t quite reach his slate gray eyes. Behind Zhane lay Gethen, a Houndour, who reached out and placed a knowing paw on the small of his back. Zhanes mind wandered back to the day that he had been informed that his older brother, whom he had idolized, and been murdered over a Pokémon battle leaving only Gethen alive. The perpetrator was caught very soon after and was quoted in saying that he didn’t waste his or his Pokémon’s time on the Houndour because he was so weak.
“Gethen, we’re going to prove that bastard wrong. You’re stronger than he or any of his worthless monsters could ever be. We’re going to win this tournament and then go on and win every other league we can challenge in the memory of Bradley.” Zhane intoned slightly, knowing that Gethen could hear him very clearly.
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Val Armada finished handing in his signup paper work and strode to the gates that lead out onto the field. The rich scent of dirt and grass assaulted his nose but Val welcomed it. The tournament was quickly filling up and a thrill ran down Val’s spine. Cruz, Vals Blaziken, stood at his master’s right hand side and let a small stream of flame burst from his wrists and flexed his hands into fists.
“Sorry buddy, but you’re a bit over powered for this tournament. We’ve got to give some of the others a chance to win. Daya’s going to be battling today.” Val said over one shoulder to his massive partner.
Cruz let his beak drop a bit and then cried out in frustration. I had been so long since he had gotten to battle properly and he was more than cranky that he wasn’t going to be battling today. With a single Blaze Kick Cruz reduced the gate to a melted pool of steel and a crater in the ground. Val snapped a wicked look at Cruz and quickly put him back into his pokeball, the one thing that Cruz hated more than anything else.
“I’m sorry about that. I’ll pay for the damages with interest.” Val quickly promised to the nearby panicked staff members.
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Post by Iron Mouse on Jun 7, 2010 22:00:59 GMT -5
The Arcanine flexed its newly mended leg and yipped in appreciation. “There you go.” Clara gave him one last scratch behind the ears before transferring him back into his pokeball and handing him to his trainer. “His leg is fixed,” she said, “but I wouldn’t do anything to strenuous for a few days.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. We’ll probably just be watching the tournament for the next few days.”
“You’re so lucky. I wish I could go, but they won’t let me off.” She cast a sideways glance at Nurse Joy. “I think they’re trying to work me to death so Joy’s cousin can fill my position.” The trainer laughed and bid his farewell and Clara picked up the next clipboard. An Oddish had swallowed a- The clipboard was snatched out of her hands. “Hey!”
“Shouldn’t you be getting to the tournament grounds too?” Nurse Joy smiled. “You probably don’t have a lot of time left. All of the other trainers have probably signed in by now.”
“Huh? Other trainers?”
“You don’t want to lose by default do you?”
“What are you talking about?”
Joy giggled, straightening her hair loop. “The recruiter came in looking for you a few days ago, but you weren’t in so Joy and I signed you up.”
Clara’s jaw swung open. “He- You two- What! Why didn’t you tell me!”
“Because if you’d had a few days to think about it you probably would have backed out. The tournament starts in a half hour. You should get going.”
She issued a moan of dismay and ran over to punch out. “What pokemon did you sign me up with?”
“Poe of course.” All of Clara’s pokemon looked dangerous, but her cloyster was the only one that had a killer instinct. Joy was already holding Clara’s bag and holding the door open. “You don’t have to run. Don’t you have your bike?”
“I let Sarah borrow my bike,” she said snatching her bag and dashing out the door. The tournament was being held on the other side of the island. “I’m gonna be so late!” she exclaimed sprinting down the road, still wearing her nurses apron.
“We’ll be watching on TV!” Joy called after her. “Good luck!”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 14, 2010 13:36:29 GMT -5
OOC: Just waiting on 'cat, now, if Blood can prompt her in. If somebody could nudge her into this before I get home on Sunday, I'll start us up then.
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Post by BlackCat on Jun 20, 2010 6:05:37 GMT -5
omg so so sorry, i have no idea what to post so ill try and think up somn super fast i guess? I'm super horrible at the tense and phrasing of forum posts ><
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Post by BlackCat on Jun 20, 2010 6:54:41 GMT -5
Evelyn treked slowly into town, cradling a sleeping larvitar in her arms. She'd come to town hearing that there was a tournament going on and was somewhat interested in joining it but was still unsure about her abilities as a trainer. "Wake up and walk on your own now Rex." Evelyn rolled her eyes and shook the lil larvitar till he woke up, then plopped him on the ground. Rex yawned and wiggled his lil arms, then his lil legs one at a time, before giving a lil wiggle and hopping up and down. "How you can sleep all day and night then be this hyper is beyond me." Evelyn ran her fingers through her hair and groaned a bit before resuming her walk to the tournament grounds. --------- Finally having arrived at the place of the tournament, Evelyn headed slowly towards where she was told to wait with the others. "Oh man, I can not believe I'm really doing this." well there we go. i hope its ok x.x ill try to pay more attention now
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 27, 2010 15:46:02 GMT -5
Isambard winced slightly as a group of younger people giggled at his clumsiness. He knew they weren't intending to mock him, but it still stung a bit. It just so happened that his misplaced footwork provided an outlet for their pre-competition nerves. His light brown eyes darted around quickly, trying to figure out if any of the bemused parties were fellow competitors. No such luck. Most were wearing the trademark silver bells, and the ones that weren't still showed no obvious signs of being licensed trainers. A megaphone crackled, a paunchy man with an oddly asymmetrical bald spot accidentally fingering the trigger as he lurched his way to a notable spot. He inhaled deeply, and looked up to face the anxious crowd. “Good afternoo-”“One moment,” The man lowered the megaphone, and then fiddled with a knob. “GOOD AFTERNOON-” He paused once more, and rapped angrily on the device with his knuckles. “I'd like to welcome both trainers and our distinguished spectators to the Thirty Seventh Annual Carillon Tournament. Thank you all for coming, and I know we've got some superb matches for you all to watch today.” He paused, letting one of the jingling youths hand him a list. “We've got our matchups for the first round, and there's some really good ones!” “The first one, to be held in area one, is Finch and her Eevee against Zhane's Houndour!” He gestured towards almost directly beside the audience, slightly to the right of the bleachers. “The second is Val and his Flaaffy versus Akio and his Lairon! They'll be in area two, right in front of the audience. You all might want to move back a few rows, just in case.” “The third is Krieg's Bulbasaur facing off against Alexxia's Sableye. They'll take area three, yet again right in front of the bleachers. “Number four, and the last group in the first row of battlefields, is between Ackerly and his Furret and Clara and her Cloyster.” “Number five, is Gideon and his Dunsparce doing battle with David and his Haunter. They'll be in area five, towards the far edge of the tournament grounds.” “Number six is Gladin and his Snorlax trying their luck Karin and her Mightyena! The area for their battle is beside area two, albeit farther from the audience.” “Number seven's combatants will be Isambard and his Exeggcute, going head to head with Evelyn's Larvitar. They'll be fighting directly behind where I'm standing, in the appropriately numbered spot.” “Number eight, the last match on the list, is Shino and his Porgyon 2 and the veteran trainer Yoshimitsu's Sneasel. Please proceed to area eight, and make your preparations for the match.” The man let the megaphone go limp, and quickly stepped out of the way as the trainers began moving to their designated positions. He sat heavily on the bench, and let out a sigh. Gosh, eight consecutive entries is IMPOSSIBLE to make sound interesting. I'll be uploading the topics in a moment.
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Post by pokemaniactim on Dec 1, 2010 12:28:14 GMT -5
OOC: I figure I should get a little bit more out about Shino, so maybe this will help you get to know him better outside of battling? Shino stepped off the stage, walked over to the bleachers, and stood beside them, his Porygon 2 floating behind him, it seemed quite fatigued by the battle that had just taken place. "You did amazing, Porygon, I was afraid we weren't going to win that one..." Shino said to the cybernetic Pokemon. "It was weird though... it seemed like he let us win... he was just standing there." He didn't let it bother him too much, though, he looked in the direction of the Pokemon Center and decided it was time to eat. He nodded to Porygon 2 and started walking slowly to the Center. Shino walked in and saw that Nurse Joy wasn't in her usual area behind the counter, so he decided to head to the buffet area so he could indulge on some tasty Pokemon Center food. He stacked the plate so high you wouldn't be able to see his face from the other side of the table, he picked up his chopsticks and with one fell swoop took out what seemed like a fourth of the food on his plate. He didn't realize that Porygon's Pokeball had rolled out of his pocket onto the booth he was sitting in, he scooted over in the booth to get out and heard it hit the ground. "Oh, where're you going, Porygon, got somewhere to be?" He spoke to the pokeball laying on the floor. He reached his hand down to grab the pokeball, and a loud crash was heard, so he looked up and saw a buffet table laying on it's side with food all over the floor. A small blur rushed towards him, and snatched Porygon 2's pokeball right out of Shino's hand. "HEY!" Shino shouted at the blur, "Gimme that back!" He chased whatever that blur was from the buffet area to the main area, all the way outside, suddenly, it stopped, and took shape of a small monkey-like Pokemon with a hand on the tip of it's tail. "An Aipom?!" He heard somebody shout as everybody, it seemed rushed over to see what was going on, "It's so cute!" "I want it!" "I've never seen one before!" he heard the group of people shouting and crowded around him as the Aipom was dancing around and showing off, doing tricks with Porygon's Pokeball. "Now stop, everybody!" Shino screamed, and everybody stopped and looked at him, "This Aipom has MY Pokeball, so that means I get to battle it!" and everybody backed off and watched carefully. The Aipom threw the pokeball back to Shino and started taunting him with it's tail, as if it wanted to battle. Shino nodded and threw Porygon 2's ball, and with a flash of brilliant light, it appeared, still weary from the tournament battle with Yoshi. "C'mon, Porygon, you can do this, use the Tri-Attack!!" Shino ordered, and Porygon immediately formed the red, blue, and yellow, triangle, and launched it at the Aipom. It connected and didn't even give it a chance to fight back, it had fainted from a single attack, it couldn't have been very high level. Shino felt around in his pockets, and pulled out a small ball with an orange-ish band on and a black top with a small "V" shape on the front. "Alright, you're mine!! Levelball, GO!" He threw the ball with so much force it hurt his shoulder a little, but it still managed to hit it's mark, and smacked the Aipom on the head, and in a flash of red light, it disappeared into the ball, and began shaking. After what seemed like months, the ball stood still and the center button went from red to white again, he'd caught it! "Yes! First catch in 3 weeks!" he'd shouted and done a little victory dance out of excitement. Nurse Joy walked out and congratulated him on a good catch, and apologized that she wasn't at the front desk, as she was in the back watching the Tournament from the window in her office. She took his pokemon and healed them, and he thanked her for the service. He stepped out of the Pokemon Center and made his way back to the bleachers at the stadium.
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