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Woozy and a bit out of it, I stumble through cans of drinks in my room. My computer table is littered with magazines, cans and other garbage. My desktop humming low, my headphones over my ears as I'm passed out, my arms folded under my head as my head lays by the keyboard. "One new email!"...

Name: Jason Anderson Age: 21 Hair: Black, Short, and, combed back usually with my hands. Height: 6' 1" Personality: I'm a strong guy, with that said I take nothing from no one. With things spiraling for the worse in my life, it has made me bitter and cynical. I must prove myself to others to...

Summers soon spoke with the police when they arrived as they decided to give the stolen pokémon to nurse Joy for the time being so at least they could be taken care of when their real trainers returned. It bothered Summers though that his styler didn't work now. He can't contact the Union and...

Summers looked at the screen longer, "Hmm, if this is who I think it is.. then that means Team Rocket does have something to do with the disappearance with the previous Pokémon Master." He thinks to himself as he then turns on his styler, "Summers?" Tracey asks as the screen turns on, "Hello...

Summers shoots the disc from the styler as Pidgeot follows it closing creating gusts of wind as he flaps his wings. The styler becomes lost within the gusts to the enemy's eyes and twirls about the Raticate quickly who was in mid-jump. After a flash the Raticate turns on it's fellow Arbok and...

As the dance show is over and more people are going back to the machines, Summers manages to sneak off stage and onto the floor. Passing by waitresses serving drinks and the rest of the crowd. He goes over to the counter, not seeing Chris or anyone else as he walks by, too focused on the wall...

Summers continues his way over to Route 7 where there he stops and finds Pidgeot coming down low to land next to him. "Good job Pidgeot." He smiles and praises his partner as he looks further down. "Wow, Celadon is right here. Short route indeed." he says as he takes only further steps...

Yeah, most of the rockets managed to escape. Think of some interesting ways of how they got our of your grasp. Have fun with it but yeah they left.

Summers heard someone call out for a pokémon behind him, it was a slim girl with curly hair, she was the same girl that bumped into him earlier back at Vermillion. It looks like her pokémon were stolen too. "All of the pokémon were stolen by Team Rocket." He explains, "I have no doubt that...

There are still a rush of panic people screaming and running wildly throughout the hall, unfortunately most of the pokémon in the contest were stolen, including whatever other pokémon were in the area. As other trainers went to take out the machine, they managed to disengage the grunts...

Summers sat next to Arlene and looked over the theater as the contest is about to start. An announcement went off introducing the judges as they walked down to their seats, once they were seated the show began as another announcement went off stating that a visual competition is about to begin...

It's not I am waiting on some new posts before I post again. You can still post if you want to.

Summers smiled, "Hello Arlene, hello Snake." He greets them properly. His Pidgeot flying low and hopping on the ground, "This is Pidgeot, he is my Partner Pokémon and of course you can tag along. I was just about to see the Pokémon contest for my break." He said becoming more friendly seeing...

Summer lowered his styler and when he saw her face and heard her words, he felt ashamed, he shouldn't of done that, especially a Ranger of all people. "Oh, please excuse me." he asked of her becoming more polite correcting his throat. As he saw more of her she didn't look so much like a Lucario...

"Any time Chris, you take care of yourself. Remember you have to keep your guard now that we know for sure Team Rocket is back." Summers tells him, smiling after. With their farewells and a strange Pokéball at hand, the trainers left with the Ranger, seeing how they saved Silph co. The police...