Motsuko Live
... pronounced Mös.
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OOC: Chika, I don't think you... umm, have what it takes to join this RP.
Let me quote you:
Anyway, here's a few tips:
When you begin your character's adventure, try to start it around the same time everyone does. For example, we all started off by "getting ready to get our Pokemon". You started off with a battle in your first post. So Basically, by the time we've gotten all our Pokemon, you'll have already beaten a few Gym Leaders.
Second, don't rush things. You seemed to bring everything in too quickly! Look at my post. My character hasn't even gotten his Pokemon, but it's one of the longest posts yet!
In conclusion, take your time, Chika. We'll all get our Pokemon eventually.
~~~
IC:
Chase awoke to the sound of his father screaming downstairs; a sound he'd become more than accustomed to. 'You'd think they'd at least stop fighting on my Birthday'. He lazily yawned, rolled over, and rubbed his eyes, all in one swift motion. His alarm clock read 8:15. 'Four more hours 'till I have my very own Pokemon'
The very idea of him having his own Pokemon made Chase smile. He'd never be alone again. He'd always have someone to stand beside him, through thick and thin; a companion.
Chase lay on his back, hands clasped tightly behind his thick, untidy dreadlocks. He was, for some reason, concentrating very hard on one particular stain upon the dusty, attic ceiling. The morning sun shone brightly through a window on his far wall, illuminating the dark, musty room. Heavy books were stacked neatly along each wall. Though he'd never read them, he knew exactly what each book was about; Breeding. They all belonged to his mother, an accomplished breeder from Olivine, Johto. They'd never been opened in years, though, seeing as Chase's parents had gotten a divorce when Chase was only six. His mother now lived in Fuchsia City, while his father stayed in Cinnabar Island with Chase.
Under these books was a hard, wood floor, with dark stains to compliment it's age. His room was bare, save a tiny shelf beside his bed which held a small, Rapidash alarm clock, a few sheets of paper under the coiled, black note-book they'd been ripped out of, and a couple of pens and pencils. This was the way Chase liked it.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs startled Chase. He quickly covered himself back up and pretended he was asleep as his father burst through he door, head cocked to one side trying to balance a phone between his right ear and shoulder. He seemed rather flustered.
"Mary, why would we waste time bringing him all the way to Fuchsia City when we could just head straight to New Bark? Yes, I know you can fly him there, but we'd still need to get him to Fuchsia City first! Because it's a waste of time, Mary! He's already going to be late as it is, we don't need to be making any detours! Just a second, let me get him up... Hey Chase. You awake, big guy?"
Chase faked waking up, blinking his eyes a few times. He didn't like his parents to know that he'd heard them fighting. It usually meant picking sides. "Yeah, I'm up Dad".
His father stood over his bed. He was a tall man of Jamaican descent. He, like Chase, had long, brown dreadlocks that hung down to his shoulders. A smile quickly formed across his previously pursed lips.
"Todays the day, Chase. Get dressed quickly, and I'll make you some breakfast. We have a long trip ahead of us." As soon as these words left his father's lips, Chase instantly heard his mother start complaining over the phone. He could kind of make out what she was saying. "What do you mean, you? I'm going to be the one that takes him, Marcus!"
Chase's father began making hand puppets and rolling his eyes to imitate his mother's whining. Chase chuckled. Though he hated to admit it, deep down inside, he preferred his father over his mother.
Chase shoved the last of his hot slowpoke tail into his mouth. He had already dressed, showered and prepared for the trip. He had it all planned out; It was decided that his father would bring him across Routes 20 and 19 to Fuchsia City, and his mother would fly him to New Bark town from there. After receiving his first Pokemon, he'd be picked up by his mother and brought back to Cinnabar, where he'd begin his training. He wasn't exactly sure how to train, but he was determined to do whatever it took. Especially for his dream to become reality.
"Here..." his father began, entering the kitchen. In his hand, he held a small, brown backpack. "I figured you could use some supplies. Y'know, just incase".
Chase grabbed the pack from his father, and tore open the flap. There were a few sandwiches, two juice boxes, a bag of cookies, some hair elastics, and a tiny, silver-colored bell attached to a red ribbon. Chase carefully removed the bell from the bag and began to examine it closely.
Sensing Chase's curiosity, his father quickly added, "That's a Soothe Bell. It helps Pokemon become more friendly towards their trainers. We wouldn't want another accident again, would we?" He glanced at Chase's right hand. Chase quickly withdrew his hand from view. "My glove!" He remembered. He quickly ran back upstairs and pulled on a brown, leather glove. He paused for a moment, and removed it. He stared at the painful scar he had on his hand from a terrible accident at the Cinnabar Gym. A good three quarters of his hand had suffered second degree burns. Chases father called him from downstairs.
"Chase, let's go! We're going to be late!" Chase pulled the glove back on and hurried downstairs. He slipped the Soothe Bell in his pocket, slung the backpack over his shoulder, and set out for Fuchsia City with his father.
~~~
OOC: Hmm... not one of my better stories so far :/
Oh well. We'll see how it turns out, I guess.
Let me quote you:
First of all, you don't sit on your house while watching TV. If you have a TV upon the roof of your house, you're very... special.
Anyway, here's a few tips:
When you begin your character's adventure, try to start it around the same time everyone does. For example, we all started off by "getting ready to get our Pokemon". You started off with a battle in your first post. So Basically, by the time we've gotten all our Pokemon, you'll have already beaten a few Gym Leaders.
Second, don't rush things. You seemed to bring everything in too quickly! Look at my post. My character hasn't even gotten his Pokemon, but it's one of the longest posts yet!
In conclusion, take your time, Chika. We'll all get our Pokemon eventually.
~~~
IC:
Chase awoke to the sound of his father screaming downstairs; a sound he'd become more than accustomed to. 'You'd think they'd at least stop fighting on my Birthday'. He lazily yawned, rolled over, and rubbed his eyes, all in one swift motion. His alarm clock read 8:15. 'Four more hours 'till I have my very own Pokemon'
The very idea of him having his own Pokemon made Chase smile. He'd never be alone again. He'd always have someone to stand beside him, through thick and thin; a companion.
Chase lay on his back, hands clasped tightly behind his thick, untidy dreadlocks. He was, for some reason, concentrating very hard on one particular stain upon the dusty, attic ceiling. The morning sun shone brightly through a window on his far wall, illuminating the dark, musty room. Heavy books were stacked neatly along each wall. Though he'd never read them, he knew exactly what each book was about; Breeding. They all belonged to his mother, an accomplished breeder from Olivine, Johto. They'd never been opened in years, though, seeing as Chase's parents had gotten a divorce when Chase was only six. His mother now lived in Fuchsia City, while his father stayed in Cinnabar Island with Chase.
Under these books was a hard, wood floor, with dark stains to compliment it's age. His room was bare, save a tiny shelf beside his bed which held a small, Rapidash alarm clock, a few sheets of paper under the coiled, black note-book they'd been ripped out of, and a couple of pens and pencils. This was the way Chase liked it.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs startled Chase. He quickly covered himself back up and pretended he was asleep as his father burst through he door, head cocked to one side trying to balance a phone between his right ear and shoulder. He seemed rather flustered.
"Mary, why would we waste time bringing him all the way to Fuchsia City when we could just head straight to New Bark? Yes, I know you can fly him there, but we'd still need to get him to Fuchsia City first! Because it's a waste of time, Mary! He's already going to be late as it is, we don't need to be making any detours! Just a second, let me get him up... Hey Chase. You awake, big guy?"
Chase faked waking up, blinking his eyes a few times. He didn't like his parents to know that he'd heard them fighting. It usually meant picking sides. "Yeah, I'm up Dad".
His father stood over his bed. He was a tall man of Jamaican descent. He, like Chase, had long, brown dreadlocks that hung down to his shoulders. A smile quickly formed across his previously pursed lips.
"Todays the day, Chase. Get dressed quickly, and I'll make you some breakfast. We have a long trip ahead of us." As soon as these words left his father's lips, Chase instantly heard his mother start complaining over the phone. He could kind of make out what she was saying. "What do you mean, you? I'm going to be the one that takes him, Marcus!"
Chase's father began making hand puppets and rolling his eyes to imitate his mother's whining. Chase chuckled. Though he hated to admit it, deep down inside, he preferred his father over his mother.
Chase shoved the last of his hot slowpoke tail into his mouth. He had already dressed, showered and prepared for the trip. He had it all planned out; It was decided that his father would bring him across Routes 20 and 19 to Fuchsia City, and his mother would fly him to New Bark town from there. After receiving his first Pokemon, he'd be picked up by his mother and brought back to Cinnabar, where he'd begin his training. He wasn't exactly sure how to train, but he was determined to do whatever it took. Especially for his dream to become reality.
"Here..." his father began, entering the kitchen. In his hand, he held a small, brown backpack. "I figured you could use some supplies. Y'know, just incase".
Chase grabbed the pack from his father, and tore open the flap. There were a few sandwiches, two juice boxes, a bag of cookies, some hair elastics, and a tiny, silver-colored bell attached to a red ribbon. Chase carefully removed the bell from the bag and began to examine it closely.
Sensing Chase's curiosity, his father quickly added, "That's a Soothe Bell. It helps Pokemon become more friendly towards their trainers. We wouldn't want another accident again, would we?" He glanced at Chase's right hand. Chase quickly withdrew his hand from view. "My glove!" He remembered. He quickly ran back upstairs and pulled on a brown, leather glove. He paused for a moment, and removed it. He stared at the painful scar he had on his hand from a terrible accident at the Cinnabar Gym. A good three quarters of his hand had suffered second degree burns. Chases father called him from downstairs.
"Chase, let's go! We're going to be late!" Chase pulled the glove back on and hurried downstairs. He slipped the Soothe Bell in his pocket, slung the backpack over his shoulder, and set out for Fuchsia City with his father.
~~~
OOC: Hmm... not one of my better stories so far :/
Oh well. We'll see how it turns out, I guess.
