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| Topic Started: Jul 29 2007, 09:34 PM (136 Views) | |
| Alpa | Jul 29 2007, 09:34 PM Post #1 |
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He never took the things off. Ever. Well, when showering and sleeping and on special occasions, obviously, but certainly not long enough to be an issue before today, of all days. "Where in the name of all that's good in the world did I put the stupid things?" Michael 'Alpa' Redding muttered under his breath as he lifted up the skirt of his bed, plunging headfirst into the cluttered mess of stuff beneath it, pushing a nondescript Pokedoll out of the way to search further. The object in question was a pair of Go-Goggles the youth had received as a birthday present years prior, among the first pieces of a slowly-amassed collection for a similarly slowly-formulating plan that was now coming to fruition. He sighed in frustration as he got out from under his bed, checking again as he did that the other items were assembled. The drab cloth cloak lay spread on his mattress, along with his backpack and canteen; standing at the foot of the bed were a fairly heavy pair of boots. He was wearing the sand colored sleeveless shirt with the orange stripe down the center, and the lightweight pair of pants that ran all the way down to the sandals on his feet. He tightened his belt - complete with pokeball holsters - as he studied the poster on the back of his bedroom door. It was a map, of the Opaddeka Region. He had a growing fondness for them over the years, especially now, as his journey was set to begin. He'd spent the last of his scant savings on some basic supplies and the canteen, and he was ready to embark on his journey. Well, almost, he thought to himself, as his eyes settled on the Aridair Desert. Like most children, Mike had grown up with a fondness for Pokemon. Though, as he grew, and others his age found themselves being drawn in by the flashy moves of Fire and Electric types, or the powerful prowess or simple coolness of those typed as Fighting or Dark, he found his tastes moving in another direction. Perhaps it was his shape. Broad-shouldered, short-legged, hardly lithe but not unfit, his stocky, low to the ground body type often netted him the nickname of the Golem of his group of friends. But it seemed more than that. The more he studied the maps and thought about his own Pokemon journey, the more thoughts of desert winds and rocky overpasses drew him in, rather than warm beaches and sunny forests. Yes, rougher, sturdier types would be for him, and he saw no better place to seek those kinds of Pokemon out than the desert. Of course, first he needed a Pokemon of his own to make that trek. And his bloody goggles... "Hon?" He jumped a little as the door suddenly swung open with little warning but that soft-spoken word, to see his mother standing in the frame. She tilted her head at him, studying his face curiously. "Is everything alright up here, dear? I know you're getting ready, but it sounded like a bit of a commotion to me downstairs..." She frowned a little. Even if he was older than many children when they first ventured out into the world, his clear destination worried her, and it was hard to accept his leaving. "Yeah, sure, nothing to worry about! I just..." was looking for my stupid Go-Goggles and I'm really not that immature and irresponsible but I just had them and I don't know where they are but that's totally not the norm and I'll be *fine*, really! He put his hand on the back of his head, attempting to bite his tongue before all of that spilled out in his frustration... and felt a band. They'd been on his head the whole time. Of course. Why wouldn't they be? He blushed, then grinned after the momentary pause of realization. "I was just getting the last of my stuff together before I headed out to the lab," he said, turning to his bed to carefully fold up the cloak, then place it, the canteen, and the boots into his backpack before slinging the whole thing over his shoulder. "And you're really sure you want to do this." It wasn't a question anymore, he'd answered yes more than enough times. Just a final check on whatever list she'd been keeping for the day. He turned around, looking at her seriously, then nodded. "You bet. Don't worry about a thing, I'll be careful. Promise." |
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| Fordy | Jul 30 2007, 03:14 PM Post #2 |
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She sighed momentarily. She had been preparing mentally all through the night, for the moment when she would finally have to say goodbye. It was unbelievable how fast that night had gone, how quickly she had awoken. "Just one last thing," She said. She slowly moved a box from behind her back into view, it was brown, with a big red bow tied on top. "Here you go." She passed it to you. You scrambled to open it, and took out a small envelope, ignoring the other things momentarily. You opened it, and slid out a total of 4500z. You took a count of the other items, shiny PokeTech, colors alternating between brown and tan. An Escape Rope was also there, this colored a very light beige. There was also a small cloth, and a bottle of lens cleaner. Ha ha. "Well... Out you go." Your mother, close to tears, forced you out the door. |
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