I Laugh at your Misfortune!
Normal is a synonym for boring
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- YOUR MOTHER! (aka: England)
- Seen Aug 1, 2016
OOC: lol, I know. He needs some morals though, or he becomes a bit of an anti-sue...or anti-stu
"Poliwag? Poli? Poli, poli, Poliwag!" Warren groaned as an incessant squeaking filled his ears. The blue tadpole was bouncing on the end of his bed. Warren sat up moodily, 'accidentally' knocking Poliwag on to the floor.
"I guess Nurse Joy brought you back then?" he muttered, "I guess she can do her job, even if she is a weird clone..." Warren noticed that Rattata was sitting on the window-sill, looking a lot less cheerful than Poliwag. We're gonna grow stronger, he promised himself, and then we're gonna beat that little ginger twerp into the ground. He stood up, looking at a map of the town that dominated the wall opposite his bed in the Pokemon Centre room. Apparently, there was a place to train in the city, called a Trainer House. Recalling his two Pokemon, he slung his bag onto his back again and strode out the door. Walking quickly, he soon found his way to the Trainer House. From the outside, it just looked like a normal house, except for a small plaque by the door. But when Warren stepped inside, he could see that this was a proper fight club. Battles of varying intensities were happening in wrestling rings, all throughout the giant hall that made up most of the building.
"Hey, you, you wanna battle?" Warren turned towards the source of the voice. He was about to make some comment about how he would destroy them, when he realised that his challenger was a girl. And an an attractive girl at that. She had long, dark red hair, swept back in a ponytail and glittering emerald eyes. Warren stood speechless for a second. The contents of his mind was pretty much:
Don't choke, don't choke, don't choke, don't choke, DON'T CHOKE!
"Errr......"
Yeah, you choked.
"Well, I suppose. Let's see if we can win for once, Poliwag." Poliwag burst from its ball, bouncing happily from foot to foot. The girl smiled and held out a Pokeball.
"Lets do this, Metapod." Warren grinned as he saw the motionless cocoon appear on the battlefield. This would be easier than he thought.
"My name's Olivia, but everyone just calls me Liv." she smiled as the two Pokemon eyed each other up.
"Well, I'm Warren, but everyone calls me...umm...well, just Warren."
Are you doing this deliberately? Nobody could choke that badly.
He looked up in surprise as Liv shouted,
"Metapod, use Tackle!"
The match was on!
"Poliwag? Poli? Poli, poli, Poliwag!" Warren groaned as an incessant squeaking filled his ears. The blue tadpole was bouncing on the end of his bed. Warren sat up moodily, 'accidentally' knocking Poliwag on to the floor.
"I guess Nurse Joy brought you back then?" he muttered, "I guess she can do her job, even if she is a weird clone..." Warren noticed that Rattata was sitting on the window-sill, looking a lot less cheerful than Poliwag. We're gonna grow stronger, he promised himself, and then we're gonna beat that little ginger twerp into the ground. He stood up, looking at a map of the town that dominated the wall opposite his bed in the Pokemon Centre room. Apparently, there was a place to train in the city, called a Trainer House. Recalling his two Pokemon, he slung his bag onto his back again and strode out the door. Walking quickly, he soon found his way to the Trainer House. From the outside, it just looked like a normal house, except for a small plaque by the door. But when Warren stepped inside, he could see that this was a proper fight club. Battles of varying intensities were happening in wrestling rings, all throughout the giant hall that made up most of the building.
"Hey, you, you wanna battle?" Warren turned towards the source of the voice. He was about to make some comment about how he would destroy them, when he realised that his challenger was a girl. And an an attractive girl at that. She had long, dark red hair, swept back in a ponytail and glittering emerald eyes. Warren stood speechless for a second. The contents of his mind was pretty much:
Don't choke, don't choke, don't choke, don't choke, DON'T CHOKE!
"Errr......"
Yeah, you choked.
"Well, I suppose. Let's see if we can win for once, Poliwag." Poliwag burst from its ball, bouncing happily from foot to foot. The girl smiled and held out a Pokeball.
"Lets do this, Metapod." Warren grinned as he saw the motionless cocoon appear on the battlefield. This would be easier than he thought.
"My name's Olivia, but everyone just calls me Liv." she smiled as the two Pokemon eyed each other up.
"Well, I'm Warren, but everyone calls me...umm...well, just Warren."
Are you doing this deliberately? Nobody could choke that badly.
He looked up in surprise as Liv shouted,
"Metapod, use Tackle!"
The match was on!