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May 1 2011, 09:46 AM
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Weak Livered Milk Drinker
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Sorry, but you will likely need to rewrite both entries. Alex's entry is a simple synopsis of events. It tells me nothing about who he is and his personality. The same goes for Zach. You tell us about cutting down trees, a jittery teacher, and a bunch of scared students. THere's barely anything on Zach. As far as I can tell, he's Alex with some sort of mental illness and/or asthma. Spend some time figuring out how these two are different (character-wise). Then compose a scenario that will emphasize these differences. Try to put them both in the same scenario (both are waking up, both are starting their journey for the first time, etc). That should help show how the two are different.
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May 26 2011, 10:42 PM
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Scenario: Bowling Date Justin Smart (click to showhide) It wasn't his decision. She wanted to go bowling, and so he took her bowling. Initially, he thought he was going to have to pretend to be mediocre, just so he didn't completely wreck her score. He wasn't going to intentionally lose or anything, but he wasn't gonna shoot for a 200 or anything.
But then she got a double, two strikes in a row. Luck? No, her form was really good. Then she got a Turkey. She was decimating his score, and his frustration wasn't helping. He kept hitting 8s and 9s, and then either hitting the spare or missing the spare, it didn't really matter at that point, because he was going to lose. He didn't like losing, least of all to a girl he was trying to impress.
"Must be my lucky day," she grinned.
"Yeah, it's a good thing we didn't put any money on it," Justin shrugged, trying to smile jokingly.
"Aww, are you gonna cry, Justin?" she teased.
"I don't cry," Justin said, looking up, feigning pride, "I'm a man."
"Had me fooled,"
"Alright, next one, strike," Before picking up his bowling ball, he summoned Sudowoodo from his pokeball. Pokemon were allowed inside the bowling alley, but not the big ones. He wasn't sure if Sudowoodo counted as big, but he just needed to take care of one thing real quick. "I need some luck, big guy. Think you can help me out?"
"Woodo," it grunted, holding out its branchy fist. Justin smiled and bumped it with his own fist before calling him back inside the pokeball. He felt so good about his next bowl. It was going to be a strike. She was going to be so impressed. It would be clear he was just holding back the whole time because she was a g- What? Gutter ball.
"That was pretty impressive, Justin," she said, walking up from behind as he stared dumbly at the lane. She grabbed his right arm with her left hand, causing him to look over. "You want me to show you how to bowl like a man?"
He pulled his arm away from her and turned away all pouty. Then, he turned his head back to her and nodded. "Yeah, I do," he sighed.
Jill Laurent (click to showhide) It was a double date. Her friend Erica dragged her along, because apparently she knew exactly what was best for Jill, and according to Erica's divine logic, Jill needed a boyfriend. Of the two guys, Erica's was hotter, but Jill's seemed nicer, which actually sucked. It wasn't like this date was going to ever evolve into a relationship. Not that, uh, Matt, wasn't boyfriend material. Matt, right? Matthew? Whatever. Matt. Jill just wasn't looking to date. She just wanted to have fun, and Matt was trying too hard.
"You have really pretty eyes," he said. See what I mean?
"Thanks," Jill said, trying not to roll her eyes. "I like your shoes,"
"Oh thanks, they're," he looked down. "Oh. Right."
"You can laugh, Matthew," she smiled.
"Oh, call me Matt," he shook his head. "Well, you can call me Matthew I guess. It doesn't really matter."
He seemed to have the same attitude about his name as Jill did. "Matt!" the other guy waved him over. "You're up," When he stood up to go bowling, he smiled at her.
"Wish me luck?"
"Good luck," she said.
Once he walked to the lane, Erica took a seat next to Jill. "How is he?"
"Ugh," she clearly enunciated. "Can I just say that?"
"Aww, I like him!" Erica smiled. "He's so adorable."
"His beard is goofy,"
"Yeah," Erica shrugged. "But it's kind of adorable."
"Okay," Jill didn't want to argue. "How's, uh, Jim. Greg? Ted?"
"Jill, the names are right there," Erica pointed to the monitor with all their names listed.
"Yeah, I know," Jill shrugged, still not bothering to look over. "So how is he?"
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Jun 28 2011, 12:09 PM
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Gym Leader
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Never Eat Boardwalk Nachos: 11/15The Wild Chills and Thrills of the Safari: 12/15Scenario: First day at a new school. Jasmine Reed (click to showhide) As Jasmine walked down the hallways of her new school, she kept her eyes directed straight ahead of her, trying to avoid eye contact with the children in the hall. She had her class schedule in hand, and quickly looked at the classroom numbers engraved above each door in the hallway. Finally, she found her destination, room number 224. She opened the door slowly and walked in, making sure it didn’t slam shut behind her.
The teacher sitting at the desk, who was drinking her coffee as she read something off her laptop, got up and approached Jasmine. “Hello! You must be Jasmine, correct?” Jasmine merely nodded at the woman. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Mrs. Smith.” Jasmine managed to squeak out a small. “Hi,” before going and sitting down in a desk in the back right corner, silently observing the classroom. Mrs Smith, once again sitting down at her desk, suddenly said, ”You know Jasmine, class doesn’t start for another 10 minutes. Do you want me to go and introduce you to some of your classmates?”
“I’d prefer you didn’t,” Jasmine said, barely loud enough for her teacher to hear. “Well, would you like me to introduce me to your classmates when they get in here?”
“Not really.” Jasmine muttered, looking out of the window to her left. Two kids, surrounded by several others, were practice battling in the courtyard. “Well I guess this would be a good time to give you your supplies.” Mrs Smith said, going over to a supply closet and getting several heavy looking books from it, and walked over to where the dark haired girl was sitting, placing them on her desk. She opened up the top one to a section and said, “Right now, we are reading this story. Maybe you should catch up with the rest of the students. We are on the third page.” She walked away as Jasmine casually scanned through the book, and shut it as the bell rang, followed by students flooding through the door and sitting down in their desks. Jasmine took notice of the girl next to her, who gave her a goofy smile as she sat there.
“Hey,” the girl said, “Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.” With each “Hey” she nudged Jasmine with the eraser of her pencil. Jasmine slowly redirected her attention to the girl, who smiled at her as she did so. “Are you new here?” the girl said.
“Yeah.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jasmine.”
“Oh cool!” My name’s Carly. Carly Johnston.”
“Great.” With each question, she was becoming even more and more irritated.
“So, where are you from?”
“Cianwood.”
“Oh, that awesome! Me and my mom went there once, and then I --”
“Will you shut up?” Jasmine suddenly blurted out, drawing the attention of the whole entire class, and the teacher. Carly slowly slouched back into her seat as Mrs. Smith walked over to the pair. “Is everything alright here?”
“Yeah, everything is fine.” Jasmine said as she stared out into the courtyard as her teacher walked away. Aipom popped his head out her backpack, looking at Jasmine with a sad face on.
‘This year is going to suck.’ Zach Schmidt (click to showhide) As Zach walked down the hallway of his new school, he held his head up high, examining the other students attending the school there. He walked over to a group of 3 or so boys crowded together, and tapped one of them on the shoulder. As he turned around, Zach asked, “Do you know where Room 224 is? I’m new here and I’m looking for my first period classroom.” The boy nodded and said, “It’s only a couple doors down on your left. You’re in Mrs. Smith’s class right?”
“Yeah, why?” Zach said, curiously. “We’re all in her class too.”
“Oh that’s awesome!” Zach excitedly said. “My name’s Zach.”
“My name is Joe. And this is Ian, Micheal, and Trevor.”
“Awesome, nice to meet you. Well, I better get to class.”
“Wait, Zach!” Ian called out, getting Zach’s attention. “Class doesn’t start for another 10 or so minutes, want to go out into the courtyard and show us your Pokemon? That is, if you have some!”
“You bet I do!” Zach said, moving the bottom of his shirt to reveal his 6 PokeBalls...
Moments later, all 5 boys were out in the courtyard. Zach tore 3 of his PokeBalls off his belt and released his Spark, Blaze, and Bones.
“These are only 3 of my Pokemon. I also have Wargle, a Rufflet, a Sandile, and Rampage, my Tauros.”
The boys oohed and aahed at Zach’s impressive looking Pokemon before he called his back Pokemon.
“Say Zach, where do you live?” Joe questioned as they headed for their
“On the east side of town, Parker Street.”
“Awesome, I live on Parker Street too! Do you maybe want to hang out this weekend?”
“Yeah,” Zach said enthusiastically. “I’d love to! What’s your number, I’ll call you some time this weekend.” After exchanging numbers, Joe said to Zach, “Maybe we can have a battle. I’d like to see how my Pokemon can do against your guys. They look pretty tough.”
“I’m game,” Zach said, as they entered the classroom almost simultaneously with the bell. And just like that, Zach had made his first friend. He approached the person who seemed to be the teacher, and greeted her. “Mrs. Smith, right?”
“That is me!” Mrs. Smith said merrily, grinning at the newcomer. “You must be Zach. Mind if I introduce you to the class?”
“Would you mind if I introduced myself?” With a nod, she walked to the front of the class and got everybody’s attention, calling out, “Everyone, this is Zach, he’s new in to the school, and he’d like to introduce himself.”
“What’s up everybody?” Zach said as he stepped in front of the teacher. “My name is Zach, and I just moved here from Kanto. Ummmm... my hobbies are hanging out with my family and battling Pokemon!” And with that, Zach went down one of the isles, fist bumping Joe as he did, and sat down in a seat near the middle of the classroom, a smile beaming on his face.
‘This year is gonna be awesome.’
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Jun 28 2011, 04:45 PM
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Never Eat Boardwalk Nachos: 10/15The Wild Chills and Thrills of the Safari: 12/15Scenario: A day at the Beach Elizabeth (Liz) Nadira Shir (click to showhide) Liz ran barefoot over the sand, grinning as she found the perfect spot on the sand. It had a clear area with no one in a few yards, and it was in full view of the ocean. She pulled out the rolled up towel from under her arm and layed it out onto the warm grainy sand. She breathed in the familiar salty air and sat down on the blanket. The sand moved out from under her, forming a perfect cushion.
Liz let her pokemon out of their balls and let them go off to their seperate directions. She got up, grabbed her wallet, and went to the concessions stand to get a snack.
She was relieved to see the line wasn't long and waited patiently for her turn. Liz scanned the menu and decided on a sno cone; something cold was perfect for a warm day like this.
She payed for it quickly and went back to her towel, smiling as she used a spoon to scoop up the flavored shredded ice. Liz had gotten grape with added sour juice, making her pucker slightly every time she scooped up a bite.
After finishing her treat, she went out towards the water. She wore a nice one peice purple swim suit she has bought with money she earned in a diner in Furoh by working a few hours in place of an absent employee. She had refused pay, honestly, but the manager insisted she took itleast minimum wage. Liz had finally taken it and gotten her new swim suit in place of her old, barf green ratty one.
Liz went out closer to the ocean, where millions of gleaming sea shells lied out in the sand. She knelt down and started picking up any that caught her eye, placing them in her hands until they were full. She walked carefully back to her towel and placed half of them into a small pouch, the other half in her hip bag. The sun was falling further. In a few hours, the sun would set. Liz lied down on her towel, her pokemon nearby now and resting from an eventful day. She closed her eyes, peacefully smiling as she fell asleep. Hailey Pierce (click to showhide) Hailey looked around the bright beach. She had gotten there early in case there would be no spots, but this was ridiculous. It looked like no one was there. She reached for her belt and pulled out her pokeballs. Her three pokemon assembled nicely, each one of them cheering in joy of going to the beach. Hailey smiled (one who saw her might think it was a mischevious smile). Now it felt less lonely, though it was still disturbingly quiet. She pulled out her portable radio and searched for a channel, finally stumbling upon an upbeat pop song after a few minutes. Hailey grabbed her bag and ran with renewed vigor.
Hailey laid out her towel close to the water, but far enough not to get wet. "Alright, then, what should we do first?" Her mudkip supplied an answer quickly, making a pile of sand. Hailey quickly got out several different cups, and a plastic shovel and bucket. "Come on guys, let's make the biggest sand castle ever seen!" Her mudkip immediatly took a cup and squirted water into it, ready ahead of them all, as usual. Hailey took up a shovel and started digging.
An hour later she lied down panting, the castle done, if you could call it that. Her electrike had dug it up after finishing it to fetch a shovel that had been buried. Hailey panted and wiped her brow of sweat. She sat up and sighed. "Alright, who wants to go into the water?" Each of her tired pokemon responded hastily- though it was only in a grunt or feeble nod. Hailey pulled herself up and picked up her electrike and mudkip.
She took off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal her tankini, a bright green with darker white plant patterns. She ran and leapt into the water, her pokemon following happily. Hailey splashed her electrike and laughed. He responded with a shock, which reached her mudkip. It became a huge water fight, though of course, water pokemon rule the sea. Hailey and her electrike sat on the wet sand, beaten by the small mudkip. Her trainer got up and her face straightened as she thought.
"Okay, I'm going to go tan. You guys can hang out, but don't go too far, okay?" They each nodded and watched her go. Hailey lied on her belly in the warm sand and started lathering on coconut sunscreen.
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Jun 30 2011, 12:43 PM
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It's a Diiiinosaurus Line!
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Twila Reanne (click to showhide) ‘Oh…I really wish it would stop raining…’ Twila thought as she stared out the bar’s dusty window. It had been raining like the second Flood for two hours now. The street outside the bar had become a shallow river, carrying twigs and leaves down to the storm drains. Twila sighed and turned away from the window.
So many people had come to this old run down bar to take shelter from the storm that it was almost impossible to walk around without bumping into someone. Remarkably, the power was still on in the bar, so music was blaring out of the speakers, urging people to get up and dance. Twila blanched at the thought of dancing in front of people. She quietly made her way over to an unoccupied bar stool at the corner of the bar and sat down, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone.
“Hey, whaddaya have?” asked the man behind the bar. He was an older fellow with glasses and a comb over. He didn’t look like a bartender, more like a nice store clerk. Twila looked down at the bar and traced her finger down the grain in the wood.
“I-I’ll just h-have a wa-water, th-thanks,” she stuttered, not looking up from the bar. The man looked at her curiously, but nodded all the same and went to get her her water. She looked around at the people in the bar.
Many were just passers-by that had come to get out of the storm, so they looked very awkward and out of place. However, there were others that looked like they lived in bars. There was a girl with hot pink, poufy pigtails and a star tattoo in the corner of her eye playing pool with a guy with a bright red Mohawk. There were men standing around in the bar with black leather jackets and black greasy hair. Some wore sunglasses even though it was well past sunset, which made them look suspicious to Twila.
“Hey,” a male’s voice said from beside her. Twila started and looked to her left to find a nice looking guy staring at her. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, and his face was clean and stubble free (which was a rare thing in this bar). He was wearing a plain white tee shirt and dark denim jeans, and his tennis shoes were old and worn. “Could I buy you a drink?” he asked, scooting closer to her. Twila’s freckled face immediately turned beet red as she fumbled for her glass of water.
“Umm, uh, er,” she stammered, trying to get her shaking hand around her glass. The glass tipped and spilled its cold water all over the bar, eliciting a few squeaks and angry glares from the people immediately around her. Twila apologized (okay, it was mostly, “S-s-s-sor-sorr-s-s-s-sorry-sorry.”), and jumped off her bar stool like it had bit her. The guy stared at her like she was crazy, and turned to talk to the red-head on his left. Twila walked back to the dirty, dusty window with tears misting her eyes and continued her staring at the rain.
Why, why wouldn’t it stop raining? Christine Tennebraum (click to showhide) “Awright! How ‘bout a round of drinks for my soaking friends?” Christine said as she walked through the door to the bar. It was really coming down out there; you could hardly see five feet in front of your face. It had only been the neon sign on the front of the bar that had indicated that there was a building there. The drenched people that had followed Christine to the bar cheered and slapped her on the back in thanks. Christine grinned and made her way to the bar.
Christine loved getting stuck in bars. You met so many different and interesting people, and when you’re stuck, you get plenty of time to get to know them. The red head wringed out her cherry-red hair and ordered beer for all of her new friends. The kind-looking bar tender nodded and went to the fridge, leaving Christine to mingle with the bar flies.
“Hey,” a guy to her left said. Christine turned to see a huge muscle head staring at her. “Can I buy ya a drink babe?” he asked, draping his arm around her shoulder. Christine wrinkled her nose as she smelled the man’s stench. A mix of sweat and tequila.
“Eugh, take a bath first, then we’ll talk,” she said, pinching her nose with her index finger and thumb. The muscle man stared at her dumbly for a second, then glared at her angrily.
“You wanna think through that first, doll?” he asked, getting up from his barstool to stand a foot taller than her. Christine was not impressed.
“Nah, but you might wanna think through your sense of personal hygiene, buddy,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. The man stood shocked, then moved down to the other end of the bar, grumbling angrily. Christine waved her new friends over to the bar and handed them their beers. She sat down on a nearby stool and began to chug her longneck, earning many impressed stares from the guys around her.
She was reminded of her home back in Nimbasa city. Her father, the chief of police, would come home at night when she was little with a case of beer. They’d go outside and sit on the deck, and her father would let her take little sips here and there. He believed that letting your kids grow up with the stuff would make them less inclined to abuse it later on in life. Christine missed her father and her mother as well. She would have to call them after the storm passed.
“Hey Christine! Let’s go dance!” one of her new friends said, but she shook her head. Dancing was not her thing. She often called herself a “drunk duck” on the dance floor. Even though she was not against embarrassing herself for the fun of it, she drew the line at dancing. Her friends waved to her and made their way to the dance floor, leaving Christine to finish her drink. She watched as they began to dance, and laughed when one guy, named Jo, fell flat on his ass. He laughed as well, then got up and continued to dance.
Christine started as she felt cold water flow against her arm. She lifted it up off the bar and looked around. Apparently the person who had spilled it had already taken off. Christine shrugged and plucked a napkin from the dispenser.
“Hey,” a male’s voice said to her right. Thinking that it was the same muscle-head, Christine turned and was about to tell the guy off again when she stopped. This wasn’t the muscle man, THIS was a cutie. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a white tee and dark jeans. “Nice tattoo,” he said, pointing to her right arm, “I like Mantine too.” Christine grinned and leaned forward on her elbows.
“You do, do you?” she asked, scooting closer to the guy.
‘Okay,’ she thought, ‘I hope it never stops raining.’
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Jul 10 2011, 02:28 PM
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Never Eat Boardwalk Nachos: 10/15The Wild Chills and Thrills of the Safari: 12/15Scenario: Shopping at a book store. Elizabeth (Liz) Nadira Shir (click to showhide) Elizabeth scanned the shelves, looking for something that caught her eye, such as a title or illustration. So far she hadn't found anything. She looked around, paying more attention as she slowly walked forward. Liz had just finished her collection of four large hard cover books about two pokémon trainers trying to save their region from evil. It had ended tragically, of course, with the man dying and the woman growing old and alone. Still, she had liked the action in it.
If only she could find just as good a book here. She sighed and looked up towards the ceiling at the signs, which designated the genre and age. She realized her problem immediately. She was in the adult realistic fiction section, which she wasn’t into. Fantasy and science fiction had much more mystery and thrills, and, it was always like entering another world. She quickly left to find the adult fantasy/sci-fi section.
Once she arrived she found the perfect book; a sequel to her two lovers collection! It was about the niece of the man, meeting the woman who might have become her aunt. Liz took the book and went to the front, setting it on the counter and pulling out her wallet, counting out the cash. The man behind the counter scanned it and held out his hand. Liz put in the money, relieved she had just enough to pay for it.
The man behind the counter wore a buttoned up striped shirt, with a collar and cuffs. He wore thick rimmed glasses and braces, his black hair cut short and gelled. He glanced up and smiled with crooked metal laced teeth. Liz kept her face straight, but she honestly didn’t like his appearance. “Hello, perty. I’m Eugene. You got a boyfriend?” Liz recognized the accent to be from somewhere in the south, maybe Johto or Kanto. He tried to flash a smile, but he slipped and fell, his face hitting the counter. Liz stifled a laugh. “Sorry, but I’m not currently dating. I’m just here to get a book.” She waved the book around a bit and set it on the counter.
Eugene put the book in a bag and held it out for a second, then pulled it back. “Sorry, you need eighty more cents for tax.” Liz blinked. She had completely forgotten about tax! She scrambled for her wallet and looked for change, groaning as she found nothing but her bus token and a coupon for buy-one-get-one-free bagels at the local supermarket. Eugene smiled devilishly.
“If you want the book, you will have to earn the money from me.” Liz stared for a moment, and then glanced around, thinking. She noticed a messy pile of books on a table behind him and got an idea.
"I'll put those books on the shelves for you," Liz said. Eugene raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder, then took the books and set them on the counter.
"Alright, once you get these up I'll check and if you get it right, I'll pay for your tax," he said. Liz quickly took the books and got to work.
It started off simply enough, with the genre and age posted on the price tag. It got harder later on, for there weren't any stacks of copies to set them on, which meant she had to move aside several books to make room. Still, she managed to get them all put up in about ten minutes. She came back to the desk empty handed.
“Ok, I’m done.” Eugene typed into the computer and handed her the book. Liz smiled. “Thanks.” She turned around and headed for the exit. As she left, she noticed a sign hanging above the shelf she had found the book. 20% Off All Books Saturday! Liz looked at the book in her hand, then rolled her eyes and left the store.
Well, the book was worth it. Hailey Pierce (click to showhide) Hailey looked around the store, eyeing the non-fiction books carefully. She needed something to keep her updated on pokémon types, moves, and pokémon themselves. That, and her school textbook had taught her all it could. She honestly didn’t read much; she only did it for information. Otherwise, she was too busy to care.
She found something quickly, though it was pretty hefty; a large encyclopedia of pokémon information, including battling tips, strategies, and scenarios. Hailey weighed it in her arms. This should keep her occupied for a year or two, even though it was about as big as three pairs of folded pants. She slung it under her arm and walked to the front desk.
The instant she approached she could tell the teenager behind the counter she thought, Wow, what a nerd. He wore geeky glasses and a long sleeved shirt with shorts. SHORTS!! Hailey wasn’t major on fashion, but this was too far. He looked up from the cash register and grinned, showing off yellow crooked teeth in need of some Invisi-line clear braces. “Hello there, perty,” he said, a thick country accent ringing as he spoke. Hailey cringed slightly. “I’m Eugene. You got a boyfriend?” Hailey stared, her eyebrow raised. He was purely desperate for a girlfriend, but Hailey wasn’t going to be that unfortunate girl.
“It’s not going to be you. Please, just check the book out for me.” The nerd took the book and punched quickly into the register. Hailey pulled out her money and set it on the counter, tapping her fingers on her side as she waited. The nerd smirked smugly.
“You need about a dollar for tax.” Hailey’s face didn’t change, but her mind was turmoil, calculating. She didn’t have any more change or bills, and she didn’t want to go out. “If you want the book, you will have to earn the money from me.” She narrowed her eyes, then immediately looked a bit saddened, her mouth drooping almost playfully.
“Oh, well, for a big, strong man like you... one dollar is soo easy to get, surely you can help me in my time of need?” Hailey batted her eyelashes, lowering herself so she looked up at him like a child saying sorry to an adult. He stared, so Hailey picked it up a notch. She reached out and with her two fingers climbed up his arm, touching his biceps. He instantly flexed what muscle he had, something she expected. “Could you help me out, just this once?” He stuttered and handed her the book, smiling and twitching the entire time.
Hailey took it, blew a kiss, and walked away, inwardly smiling. She looked up to see a bright sign. 20% off all books, only this Saturday! She frowned and kicked up her short heel shoe, kicking over a post carrying several books. With that, she walked out of the store, smiling at her grand work.
I rewrote them, since I don't think the situation showed their major differences very well. Enjoy!
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You see a robber in your house ready to steal all your stuff. 60% would silently call the police for help. 25% would let them go. 15% would grab the nearest weapon and beat the living day lights out of the robber. Copy this into your sig if you are in that 15%
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Jul 10 2011, 05:29 PM
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Jul 25 2011, 03:45 PM
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Scenario: Rescuing a Skitty from a tree. Finn Oakley (click to showhide) "You've got to be kidding me?" Finn sighed, nodding his head in anger. "How the heck did you get up there, Kyla!?" The young trainer nodded his head for a few more seconds, thinking of how he was going to climb a tree which had branches only on top. His arms weren't long enough to reach around the trunk to slowly pull himself up and there was now way he was going to be able to just jump up and grab a branch.
He kicked the dirt, as he was out of ideas. "Come down here now!" He ordered, "I... I don't know what to do with you anymore!" He threw his arm in the air as he sighed even louder. His temper was rising as he shut his eyes in anger. "Deep breaths, deep breaths," he whispered to himself.
Finnley took a breather as he calmed himself down for enough time to think of something. "Hey, Kyla. I have a treat for you, why don't you come down here?"
The pink kitty glared down at its' trainer, grinning widely. That trick wasn't going to work on Kyla, she knew that she had to have done something extra special to receive a treat. It giggled and nodded its' head back at Finn, it wasn't going to come down any time soon.
"Kyla!" Finn shouted, thrusting his fists to his sides. He then rose one finger and sighed again, "Alright, alright, alright. I'm coming up there." Taking a couple of steps back, he readied himself, and sprinted towards the tree. He set one foot onto the tree and kicked himself up, lifting himself high enough to grab a branch. Finn laughed, surprising himself with his athleticism.
As he was hanging from the branch, he swung himself far enough to grab another branch nearby. Slowly lifting himself up, he made his way towards Kyla, the little trouble-maker. The Skitty was shivering as Finn neared, she knew that he wasn't going to be happy with her at all. Her legs were paralyzed with fear as Finn's arms grasped her body. It cried nonstop, as Finn jumped off of the branch and made it back to the ground safely.
"You're lucky you're my Pokemon," Finn grumbled, "I wouldn't have done that for anyone else." ~ Liam West (click to showhide) "Come here, kitty, kitty." Liam whispered, reaching his hand under the branch it laid on. "I won't hurt you. All you have to do is come down."
"Daddy, careful!" Arden urged. "You're scaring her!"
"Yeah! Don't move so fast!" Lia shouted.
Liam looked down at his twin daughters with a big smile. "Don't worry. Your daddy knows what he's doing." He stood up on his tip-toes and touched the stomach of the Skitty, brushing it softly. "Come on," he said, tickling it. The little kitten giggled and hopped away further back on the branch.
"Dang!"
"See!" His daughters said in unison. "We told you!"
A laugh escaped his lips as he picked up his two daughters. "How about you two get her then? I'll hold you guys up and you two can get her down, alright?"
"Okay!" The shouted again, giving each other a high-five as Liam lifted them higher on his shoulders.
"Kitty~" Lia sang, "Come here, cute Kitty~"
"Come to me, Kitty!" Arden giggled. "Come!"
The Skitty stood just looking at the West family, laughing as Liam tried his best balancing his two daughters on his shoulders. He moved them closer towards the trunk of the tree, where the Skitty had hopped too.
"On the count of three, grab it, okay?" Liam told his daughters. The two nodded, responding to their father's orders.
In a matter of seconds Liam lifted his daughters as high as he could and the two grabbed the Skitty in midair as she tried jumping away. "Ha!" The proud father laughed.
"We did it!" The twins cheered happily. They held on tightly to the Skitty as Liam placed them onto the ground. "Yay!"
"Great job," Liam smiled. He patted his two daughters and giggled, "Let's bring your mom's Pokemon back. If we lost her, I think your mom would kill me."
"Yup, mommy would go crazy!" Lia chuckled.
"Uh-huh!" The other twin laughed.
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PANE: Finn Oakley (click to showhide) PANE: Liam West (click to showhide)
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Sep 5 2011, 04:55 PM
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Get-A-Load-Of-This-Guy Cam
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Finally got around to do this, even though it's probably gonna get rejected. :P Worth a shot. Scenario: Recovering from an accident. Tyson Ealdwine (click to showhide) Tyson sat down on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. His arm covered in plaster and, as if that wasn't enough, there was never anything worth watching at that time of the day. His Pokémon were all outside playing (or sleeping, in Gobi's case or... just doing nothing, like Hitmonlee). He picked up his Pokegear as it began shaking on the table.
"Yo, dude, I just heard that you broke your arm. The hell happened?" just another one of his friends. This was probably the fifth call he got today, not to mention the ones he got yesterday.
"Oh, my Elekid pissed off a Pidgeotto and ended up on a tree... Had to climb the thing to reach him and, when I did, the branch snapped and I fell. You know the rest." he explained the (rather stupid) situation.
"Ouch. Guess we won't see you around here for a while then."
"Yeah, I needed some rest anyways. Had to break yet another limb to get it, though." journeying and having to work at the same time could get the best out of a guy and Tyson knew that far too well. He wasn't one to complain, though, and just went with the flow. When his arm finally recovered he'd have to go back to work, despite how much he was enjoying said rest.
"Oh, yeah, I remember when you broke your leg by slipping on the wet floor. Good times."
"Oh shut up." he said, remembering the embarrassing scene himself. As the two bid farewells and the call was finished Tyson returned his attention to the TV. His arm wasn't going to remain broken forever so he might as well start enjoying his new free time while it lasted.
Royce Strife (click to showhide) "You just can't be serious." a woman with long, black hair, sporting thin frame glasses turned away from the monitors she was setting up to face the voice behind her.
"You heard me. I'm leaving." in her gaze was Royce Strife, a former military, now a mercenary. He dragged his trench coat and belt from the top of one of the many carton boxes scattered through the apartment and started to head towards the door.
"You aren't fully recovered yet, Roy." he stopped. The woman was talking about a somewhat recent wound that Royce had suffered while gathering intel on their current target. Wasn't just a minor one, mind you. It was a full blow claw swipe from a very, very furious Pokémon.
"I'm fine." he proclaimed for the tenth time that day. "Besides, there's work to be done. There always is."
"Work can wait. For God's sake, Roy, that Drapion nearly tore your insides out! And to top it all off you're relying on two Pokémon that you barely know!" and indeed he was. After said Drapion nearly wiped out his entire party he decided that it was the time for them to have some rest. Lay low for a while, as he used to say.
"Exactly. Nearly. Look, Sheila, I can handle myself. I've been feeling useless for about a month now. We were sent here to search for that... pink thing... whatever it is. Without it we'll never make any progress." Sheila sighed. She knew that once Royce had set a goal he'd do everything to reach it. There was no way to make him change his mind and realized that she was fighting a losing battle.
"For all we know War and the boss might have already found it."
"Or not. That's why we're here." this time was Royce's time to sigh "This is going nowhere. I'm out of here."
"Fine. Just so you know, I'm going to annoy the hell out of you when I get this all set up."
"For the last damn time-"
"You're fine. Yeah, I got it." she finished his sentence. Royce let out a small smirk at this before heading out the door, requesting her to take good care of his party for him. His wound was going to slow him down, that's for sure, but it was nowhere near to stopping him.
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Sep 5 2011, 05:18 PM
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I'm dying to see how this one ends.
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I'm just the slightest bit iffy on this. The situations are...similar. They're both, as you say, recovering from an accident. On the one hand, those accidents are very different. Breaking one's arm is a bit more commonplace than being torn apart by a Drapion. However, I'll give you credit insofar as there is a bit of personality difference between the two. However, I've read enough of your stuff to know what Tyson is like as a character, and I can see that Royce Strife is different, even if you didn't do a stellar job here of proving it.
This is a very shaky approval, but approval all the same.
Go ahead and post your character profile for the second round of approval.
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Dec 20 2011, 08:11 PM
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Weak Livered Milk Drinker
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QUOTE The first thing you must do is complete and have graded at least two (2) RPs in which you've received a 10/15 grading or higher When I said you could use that RP for this application, I meant once it's been graded. Since it hasn't even been submitted for grading, it's not technically done. (Since Amissa has apparently taken an extended absence without telling any of the other RP members, I would allow anyone in that storyline to submit the RP.)
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Jan 10 2012, 07:23 AM
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Weak Livered Milk Drinker
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The Fabulously Finicky Forests of the Fortunate Families of Fidona: 14/15 A Bonanza of Boutiques, Bazaars, and Burglary in Beautiful Barley: 12/15 In today’s second character entry, two people enter the Pokeking of Gigarte City, having a hankering for meat. Pandora Gibbs (click to showhide) A bell rings as the door to the fast food joint revealed one of its few patrons. Pan entered in her usual gear: purple vest, a t-shirt bearing the logo for Cinnabar’s famous burgers, and denim shorts. Few patrons took notice, though one of the younger fellows peeked at her from behind his slurpee. The staff however immediately rose to attention, having been half asleep due to the lack of activity.
“Welcome to Pokeking, home of the Royal King Burger. How can we take your order?” The cashier had quite a dull voice, obviously not enthusiastic about their premier item. Pan paid no heed and examined the offerings.
“Hm…” Pan gazed upon the overhead menu lit in fluorescent lighting. There were a few more items than just burgers: fish and salads were on the menu as an attempt to appeal to the larger local population. Still, Pan wanted meat, charbroiled to meaty perfection. After long treks nibbling on snack bars, nothing else would do.
“I’ll have your Royal Burger combo. No mustard please.”
“Yeah, we’re sold out.”
“Huh?” Pan looked at the cashier with some shock. “You’re the home of the Royal Burger! How can you be out?”
“Well according to city ordinances, we’re only allowed to import a certain number of pounds of beef. Even if that shipment is lost, the city won’t allow further shipments for another three months.” The cashier continued with his monotonous tone as he offered a solution.
“Would you like to try our tofu alternative?”
“Well, I guess. Something new, right?” Pan was a little disappointed, but her hunger won out. Besides, in a totally new culture, one should expect to see different foods. Why not give it a try?
And so, Pan paid for the vegan delicacy and took her tray to a booth by the window. She looked at the burger with some hesitation. The tan slab of bean curd between two buns didn’t look terribly appealing, but the girl slowly moved in. She wasn’t sure what to think: it certainly felt like meat in her mouth, yet its savory flavor couldn’t match a good beef patty. Still, it wasn’t bad, so Pan continued to eat.
Not bad, she thought to herself as she enjoyed the view of the bustling city outside.
Darius Dovakin (click to showhide) The bell rang to alert the people in the room that another person had entered the room. However, this wasn’t just another person but someone who seemed to have stepped out of some medieval period. The patrons’ eyes widened as a man garbed in leather armor and chain mail stomped into the establishment. His cape swayed with the artificial breeze of the air conditioner. Everyone gazed in amazement and bewilderment as the dragon trainer walked up to the counter and the equally dumbfounded cashier. Before he could even greet the stranger, Darius Dovakin slammed his hand on the counter to get everyone’s attention.
“Me and my crew have traveled long and far. We’ve faced many a foe in our search for dragons. And now, we require sustenance. Butcher, your finest steak!”
The cashier was quite intimidated by Darius’s bombastic attitude; he was quite afraid to tell him the bad news.
“S-sir, we don’t sell steak. In fact, we’re all out of meat for our burgers. B-but may I suggest our tofu patties?”
Darius’s face curled up into a scowl of disgust, as if he was offered fecal matter between two buns. If this were a proper restaurant, they would have an endless variety of meat. If it were a great restaurant, they’d have a butcher right behind them, slaying beasts on Darius’ order. Of course, that would never be the case for Pokeking on a good day, but all that mattered was the dragon trainer’s insatiable appetite.
“What madness is this?! A burger shop with no burgers! Where’s the beef? Explain yourself!”
“W-well, Gigarte ordinances do not allow us to import ground beef for another three months.” The cashier cringed as Darius stayed silent, expecting him to bellow orders once more. Instead, his reaction was relatively calm for an outspoken dragon trainer.
“My apologies, I had no idea you lived under a cruel dictatorship that denied its citizens a basic food group. Something must be done about this! I suggest rebellion.”
“Um…would like to try a little tofu…it’s not that bad…”
“I cannot allow that concoction to taint my palette,” Darius repeated, putting his hand on the cashier’s shoulder, “But when you’re prepared to start your revolution against this oppression, you shall have Darius Dovakin at your side.”
And so, Darius brushed his cape aside and walked back out of Pokeking. He gave a mighty bellow of farewell to everyone inside, scaring a poor fellow into dropping his slurpee upon his shirt.
“I should have known I’d be descending into Hell when visiting this underground ghetto,” Darius said to himself as he gazed upon the green orchards, chirping pidgey, and kids playing happily.
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Scenario: Going shopping Melinda Rose (click to showhide) Melinda sighed as the escalator brought her to the top floor. "What to do, what to do..." she wondered as she fingered the six pokeballs around her belt, gazing over the racks of miscellaneous clothing and pokemon accessories. Since her stunning performance at the Sinnoh Grand Festival, Melinda had hit a sort of funk. Her Misdreavus and Milotic's combination had dazzled not only the judges, but everyone in attendance. Melinda had experienced a meteoric rise in the world of competitive coordinating in the past year and, to be honest, it was a lot for her to take in and get adjusted to. Never would she have imagined the kind of fame she had encountered in coordinating, and it had changed her greatly. As one might imagine, the magazine covers, the television interviews, and the paid sponsorships had resulted in a bit of an inflated ego.
Before this change of career choice, never would Mindy have considered herself narcissistic person, but in her time as a coordinator she had come to learn that look was everything. It would appear as if she had a knack for costume and appeal design, as her Pokemon's customized outfits were the crown jewel of the Sinnoh Grand Festival. But that was behind her. Now, she needed inspiration. She needed to outdo herself--and she was having trouble.
As she shuffled through rack after rack of clothing, she wasn't getting anything. Nothing would ever truly top Milotic's Heart Scale slip or Misdreavus Reaper Cloth dress. Those were collector's items she had found on her journey through Sinnoh, not generic department store items! Still, she had never had this much money before, and until now shopping in stores like these was unthinkable. Not knowing where to start really, Mindy sent out all of her pokemon: Swellow, Roserade, Milotic, Misdreavus, Togetic, and Vespiquen. The most important lesson Melinda had learned from coordinating is that a coordinator should not strive to change her pokemon to fit her needs; rather, the coordinator must change to maximize the potential of her pokemon.
"Shopping time!" cried Melinda in a high pitch voice that would have caused her previous self to shake her head with disgust. She was still same hard-driving feminist she had always been, but what had once been a more tomboyish Mindy had been morphed into a real woman, a beauty-centered coordinator. Her pokemon all jumped for joy--well, save for Swellow, who ran right back into his pokeball--at the sight of all the beautiful, lavish costumes before them. In a store this expensive, the shopping assistants would have swiftly escorted any trainer who released their pokemon en masse outside, but Melinda was different. She was a celebrity, she had clout.
Mindy smiled as her pokemon ran around the store in amusement. Queenie and Baby buzzed over to the crowns, Sabrina floated gleefully to the jewelry section, and Venus obsessed over the extensive makeup selection. Rose stayed by Melinda, calm, cool, collected in the midst of the chaos, reminding Mindy how she once was. What she wanted to get back to--not caring so much about these artificial, shallow items of luxury. Still, they were a necessary evil, so she might as well enjoy them anyway. For now, at least.
As soon as her pokemon were finished shopping for the day, Melinda charged the expenses to her sponsorship account. She was always in awe at how expensive these things were, and could never help her jaw dropping when she saw the final price tag. Of course, this startled the cashier to no end, but being a top coordinator had it's perks, and this was definitely one of them. Mindy politely thanked the woman and left the department store much heavier than when she entered--weighed down by the weight of her pokemon's shopping spree. After carefully placing everything into her coordinator kit, she sent Swellow out and hopped on it's back. After conquering her homeland of Sinnoh, she decided it was time to return to where her adventure had begun--Furoh. As a top coordinator, she had already proved herself, but the only way to continue to both ride the wave of her success (and keep her sponsors happy) was to win another Grand Festival. As Swellow picked up speed in the direction of Furoh, Mindy smiled and giggled with anticipation. She wondered how her old friends Jaima and Darryn were doing, and wished to see them both, but things were different now. She had a reputation to uphold, and knew that she would need every advantage to win the Furoh Grand Festival. And hey, these egregiously expensive top accessories were a good start.
Aaron Zephyr (click to showhide) "What is this place" Aaron thought to himself as he strolled into Violet City's department store. It was a place Falkner had always forbidden any member of the Gym to enter, let alone his own son. Hell, Aaron had never actually even been to a Pokemon Center--this was culture shock at it's most primal level.
"A Department Store" a voice answered him. Aaron looked up in shock. "This is a Department Store. I can tell you what is found on each floor, would you like that?" a woman called out from behind a reception desk.
"No, no thank you, I'm alright" he stammered as there he noticed two other identical woman offering the same services to other passerby's in this busy mall. Were they robots? Or just victims of the modern age's normative conformity which his father had always warned him about? Nevertheless, Aaron knew he could find his way around just fine by himself.
Sensing Aaron's nervousness, Gligar popped out of it's pokeball and sat on Aaron's shoulder, licking the side of his face to show that he was there for him. Gligar's presence immediately made Aaron feel more at ease, and ready to conquer whatever this department store had to throw at him. He had come for one item, and one item only. He only hoped he would find it here.
Aaron watched as people disappeared into two metallic lips that opened and closed when they pressed buttons. Shocked at how a different set of people appeared each time the door opened, Aaron decided that it would probably be best if he just took the stairs.
Because Aaron refused to ask for help, he spent hours walking through aisle after aisle, floor by floor, trying to find the item he needed. Because of his stubbornness, he was getting nowhere. Eventually, he reached the top floor, titled "Special Items".
"This must be it" Aaron thought to himself as he reached the landing, catching his breath with each passing step. As soon as he arrived, he noticed this floor was different: the aisles of items behind glass cases seemed to give the impression that everything here was very expensive. "Well, that's not good" Aaron thought to himself. Before he could finish his thought however, an intimidating security guard confronted the young man, requesting that Gligar be returned to his pokeball, as pokemon were not allowed on this precious artifacts floor. Aaron politely complied, even though he really needed Gligar's help in identifying the item. It was a razor fang that Aaron was looking for, and luckily it didn't take long before he found it carefully placed next to a dubious looking disk and a cylinder of metal. $10,500 poke was the price, but Aaron only had $3,000 to his name. Disappointed that his adventure into the department store didn't go as planned, Aaron left immediately. It would appear as if he'd have to find another way to get the item he needed to get Gligar to evolve, and prove to his father he was worthy.
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