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| SuperSephroth13 | Sep 22 2007, 08:17 PM Post #1 |
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Semi-Constructive Criticism
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OOC: >_> IC: The world of Pokemon is filled with hundreds of mystical creatures with limitless potential. The Pokemon world has grown by leaps and bounds, new pocket sized monsters are found every day, new discoveries are found and the species of these animals grows with each passing day. To compliment the growth of Pokemon, there comes a new trainer with each day. Some choose the path of trainer, breeder or coordinator, perhaps even become a Pokemon researcher themselves! But of course, there is a spurt or two who wishes to become something different. A Pokemon Deadbeat! Chibodi Cricket, local boy with a heart of gold. Not really, scratch that. Chibodi was a young man, about the age of thirteen. He had his Pokemon license revoked twice due to low test scores. How was Chibodi supposed to know if a Aipom had formed a cult militia that he was supposed to try his best to convert them? That test question was boogus, totally. Chibodi was an odd character, not entirely bright and didn't always make the best choices. --flashback-- "So if I blow dry my hair and take a bath at the same time. I'm killing two birds with one stone! And why I'm at it, I could cook my toast while I'm at it! Chibodi you're a GENIUS!" --end flashback-- Of course, that didn't turn out too well and lead to him not getting his Pokemon license for another year. Chibodi was three years older then he needed to be, but that didn't mean he didn't know a thing or seven about Pokemon! The young lad had always been interested in creatures that could shoot lasers and Technicolor things from their bodies. The little rascal was always trying to catch Pokemon, but without a license it was impossible for him to buy Pokeballs. Odd how they check for your ID at those marts. It was worse then trying to buy a pack of cigarettes. Chibodi had better luck getting the cancer sticks then obtaining a measly Pokeball. The boy actually found a pokeball, unused but severely relic in form. The ball had been faded several times over, the red now a dull pink and the white was stained with dirt and beaten by weather. Chibodi honestly believed it still worked, throwing it at a wild Pidgey one day, only thing it did was crush the poor birds brain and all Chibodi had to show for it was lunch. The young boy kept the old useless pokeball as a keepsake, cleaning it up from all of the moss and dirt that had grimed up the sphere. He kept it on a keychain around his waist to give him the appearance of a Pokemon trainer. Most could see through this facade, while some elderly folks who were either too far gone to walk without the aide of a land rover, or too blind to tell whether or not if he was a boy or a girl. Chibodi enjoyed it less and less being a mock trainer, unable to catch Pokemon. Chibodi's dad wasn't any help, he worked at some big corporation that operated out of a branch of Silph Co. from some far away place. He was a top pencil pusher, capable of not being noticed in a single bound or acknowledge by any executive in a five mile radius. Chibodi's mom was an enabler, a former Coordinator who lost her dreams of becoming something big when Chib's father knocked her up. She still had a few of her dreamy Pokemon, they helped out with the house work. But Chib had grown bored with seeing the same Raichu and Shroomish everyday. The Pokemon themselves weren't too fond of Chibodi, always keeping his room in disarray and him always smelling like a Hippy Concert. But today was the day Chibodi was going to make something out of himself, well maybe not. That required effort and to be honest Chib wasn't exactly a guided individual. What I mean by that is, Chib had no drive or ambition, sure he wanted Pokemon but he wanted it for the sake of having it. The goal of gym badges and being a Pokemon master didn't really sound appealing to him. To be famous and admired sounded like the teenage dream in his mind. Of course, if he did become a Pokemon master fame and fortune were sure to follow. Chib figured he'd worry about that when he was on the road. Chib woke up around noon, late as usual. He scrounged himself out of bed, slowly crawling to the floor and found his shorts. He checked the pockets first, his wallet was still in there, thankfully. Some mornings he would wake up and it wasn't there, it was quite a hassle really. The boy put on his shorts, putting on a pair of flip flops and wandered out of his room. He slowly made his way to the bathroom to take care of business. After the potty was used and a hasty flush to exile the bodily waste down the drain Chib investigated himself in the mirror. He examined his teeth, yawning several times before deciding brushing his teeth would be too much of a chore. He combed his green hair several times and left it alone. Chib had an unnatural accelerated hair growth, he already had chin hair a fine kept beard to be exact. The boy had his father to thank for that, that man was hairy. Chibodi returned to his room and grabbed a wife beater, tossing it on with no effort and grabbed an orange and red jacket with two Kecleon's on the breast pockets with a giant Kecleon on the back of his jacket giving the thumbs up. Chib grabbed his orange tinted sun glasses and walked out of his room. Making a short stroll down the stairs he looked around the foyer for his parent, aka his mother. She wasn't anywhere around. He checked a note on the coffee table that read. "Hope your journey is fun, don't knock anybody up or it's over. Love your mother. PS: Few things on the Kitchen counter for you before you leave. I thske yur eh finee boy, I ehat ur fathjer." The note went on like that for several more sentences. The hand writing getting progressively worse as he scrolled down. He looked over to his right at the couch to see his mom passed out with a green bottle in her hand and a couple of wine glasses on the end table to her side. Chib figured she would be like that the day her little boy was leaving. He shrugged before making his way to the kitchen for a snack before he left for his journey. Quickly rifling through the cupboards for some nourishments. He grabbed several bags of assorted flavor chips and fruit flavored gummy treats. He snagged a loaf of bread and several containers of jams, throwing them into a keepsake bag. He walked over to the kitchen counter where his mom left him his supplies. he quickly scooped them into his bag without looking at them and made his way out of his house. Closing the door behind him and locking it with his house key. Chibodi looked around at the fresh earth around him, brilliant emerald green graced his lawn, the sky filled with a vibrant blue as clouds blotched around decoratively. The day was festive as Chibodi made his way to the side of his house, looking for his bike. He hadn't ridden it in years, he was too busy getting lifts from his friends who were older then he was to do things a boy shouldn't do. Chibodi found his bike, staring at it for sometime. It was a rusted mess, both of the tires as flat as two day old soda. Chibodi scratched his head walking away. Perhaps he should have listened to his dad all of those years when he was screaming and howling at Chib to put his bike away in the shack. "Meh." The boy simply shrugged off the thought, walking up the street with his hands in his jacket pocket. He would have to make up for the lost time, but he didn't really hasten his walk. It was a casual stride towards the Pokemon Lab, where he would get his first starter. He hadn't really decided what creature he should attain. He was always fond of Grass types for no particular reason other then the obvious that they were plant Pokemon and could probably take care of plants that weren't Pokemon. The boy turned a corner, heading up the street towards a giant complex. Those who passed him looked at him, most folks in this end of the neighborhood knew Chibodi as a trouble maker, and that boy who didn't have his license until now. Well, Chib thanked the stars he would never have to look at these stupid faces ever again. "Time to get me a Pokemon." Chibodi plainly stated to himself for nobodies desire to hear. |
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| York | Sep 22 2007, 09:31 PM Post #2 |
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Angriest Lax Alive
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My son, your supplies amount to 5000z, and the other usual things, like poketech and escape rope mit 3 charges. |
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Sikander Himself Magnezone - Donphan - Aerodactyl - Flygon - Egg APL: Forty-eight and a half ![]() ![]() 21 - 61 - 21 Philo & Friends APL: Thirty-four and a third | |
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| SuperSephroth13 | Sep 23 2007, 01:32 AM Post #3 |
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