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Barrel City Stories(INVITATIONAL)

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    INVITATIONAL

    Barrel City, Alvo Region

    Officialy run by the corrupt government, but everyone knows that the local gangs, Team Gear, Team Axle, Team Wrench and Team Joint really run it. It is a cruel place, of loss, misery, and pain. Yet the Pokemon League dosen't do anything.

    Barrel City is divided into four disticnt areas each with their own gang. Gear takes the north, Axle takes south, Wrench takes west and Joint, east. They rule through terror, extortion and other machivellian qualities. Their pokemon are trained to high levels viciously bullying the weak ones.

    Now a couple new trainers come together to try and bring peace to Barrel City. They'll need a pokemon, and enough skill to beat the four gang leaders. But with the 'law' prohibiting you from certain methods, solving this crisis isn't exactly legal.

    But wait. There's more. The gangs are always looking for more blood to add to their ranks. Gang wars over turf are frequent. Pokemon are being used all the time. Many have died. Would you join a gang if the choice came up? At the moment Team Gear are slowly infecting Team Joint's area. The bigger they get the more complicated everything gets. Teams Wrench and Axle are considering merging to take down Team Gear. Unfortunately this could result in a full scale war and destruction of the city. The clock is ticking. Can you save Barrel City? Or will you let it be destroyed? Your destiny is ahead....

    RULES

    No legendaries or evolved pokemon for a starter, but I'll except non-evolvable pokemon.
    No powerplaying.
    No character control.

    Form

    Name-
    Age-
    Gender-
    Description(optional)-
    Personality-
    History(optional)-
    Starter Pokemon(will receive it later)-
    Other-
     
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    OK to stop confusion this is invitational.

    INVITED MEMBER LIST V.1.0-
    ybur angel
    Random Plushie
    Alter Ego(your PM box was full)
    Charon-chan
    Light_Azumarill
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    MY FORM


    Name-John Palmer

    Age-14

    Gender-Male

    Starter Pokemon-He will get a Ralts.

    Description-Tall for his age, John has dark black hair that covers a lot of of his face. It obscures one of his eyes, which are brown. He usually wears a black T-Shirt and jeans, and his trademark scuffed trainers. Has come into puberty, so he has slight acne.

    Personality-John is quite rash, but also intelligent. He is clever, but he never bothers to use his intelligence in a sticky situation as he is a slow thinker.

    History-John grew up in the East of the city. Team Joint have constantly made his life a mess, but now that Team Gear is invading, his family have moved to the safer south. John hopes to get a pokemon and escape from Barrel City one day. When he gets a mysterious letter telling him to come to the local club, The Bike, he never suspects that he will get a pokemon.

    Other-John has a younger sister, who he loves to the ends of the earth. He is also quite good at understanding pokemon speech.
    His parents are divorced and he lives with his mother. His father also lives in Barrel City. rumour has it that he has supposedly joined Team Wrench.
     
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    Name: Tessie Malong
    Age: 13
    Gender: Female

    Description: This girl is fairly tall; not the tallest of her age group, but not many people are taller than her. Her hair is jet black in color, and falls to her waist, although it adds to the sense of gloom that seems to hang around her, no matter what she says or how she acts. As for her eyes, they are a very, very dark shade of brown, also seeming a bit gloomy regardless of what she does.

    In terms of clothing, she usually wears a baggy, hooded black sweater over a dark violet T-shirt that sports the image of a Pokeball in the center, although it's usually covered up by the sweater. With those, she wears long, cerulean blue pants.

    She carries things in a dark violet sling bag; a small black 'T' having been sewn in one corner.


    Personality: Tessie really isn't a very talkative girl at all, and is really quite shy, or at least around other people. Ever since she can remember, she has been able to handle conversations with Pokemon a lot better; never really speaking her mind around humans, and yet doing the opposite around Pokemon, even though she really never had one to call her own.

    In short, it takes a while before she can hold a regular conversation with someone.

    In other terms, she's the type of person who can't bring herself to harming a fly, which is strange, since she seems to excel in Pokemon Battling.



    History: Orginally from the City of Rustboro, Tessie was born into her family as an only child, her mother being a housewife, while her father was a researcher for the Devon Corp. The family, along with their 'pet', a Linoone by the name of Laka, thrived, in short.

    But it was not to last.

    When Tessie was eight, her father began to teach her what he knew about the dynamics of Pokemon, and battling with them. She was immediately enthralled, having already known Laka for all her life as one of the few creatures she could manage to have a conversation with.

    She was interested in the subject, and looked forward to the time of day when her father would return home from work and teach her about Pokemon. In fact, her father was already taking pride in the fact that his child was so willingly learning about battling at such an early age.

    But one day, her father did not come home..

    And it became obvious that her mother knew why. She was abnormally silent for several days and refused to talk to Tessie about the subject. Eventually, her mother told her one day that they were to move to an entirely different region, to the city known as Barrel City.

    In protest, Tessie argued that her father wouldn't be able to find them that way, but eventually, she had no choice but to give in to her mother's word.

    To this day, Tessie wishes to know what happened to her father, enraged that her mother refuses to tell her, and so, believes that she will honour his memory if she becomes a Trainer of Pokemon like he always wanted her to be.

    Of course, her mother won't let her take Laka anywhere.. And she has no idea where to start being a Trainer, seeing as how the city has fallen into tough times..



    Starter Pokemon: Seviper, whee! ^^

    Other: Eh, she can get scared rather easily, although she tries to hide it. XD


    By the by, where will we be recieving the Starter Pokemon, eh?
     
    *gaspen*
    Yibber being invited?!
    Now thats just creepy and freaky and cool dudes!!^^

    Name-Jinger Macrim
    Age-14
    Gender-Female

    Description-Jinger has long,reddish-brown hair which falls to her waist.She has bright,green eyes and wears a matching beret on her head.The girl is around the average height for girls her age,though it really was never a topic to sit around in her short-attention spanned head,that whether she was short or tall.
    The girl has a blue vest jacket over a long-sleeved mint green shirt.She wears a blue,jean skirt to match the jacket.To carry her possesions in,she carries a small bagpack on one shoulder.

    Personality-On first glance,she might appear to be a,how you say?Girly girl.Usually,she doesn't talk to you,she either whines or babbles on and on and on.Rarely has there been a moment of silence with Jinger around.She is also,quite a scatter-brain,forgetting things almost instantly unless she was reminded continously.
    Dependant,yes.Snobby,never.One good quality of hers is that she almost never gets angry,and even if she was,it wouldn't be a big deal,no,she'd calm down after a minute or so.Other than these,the girl can also be very optimistic,happy-go lucky,though usually only on occasion.
    But,truthfully,the girl wasn't like this before.No,she was different,WAY different.

    History-
    The girl grew up in a rich family,father and mother being the chairman for the Official Pokeblock Making Association,having everything she could ever want at her beck and call.Posibbly one of the reasons that make her who she is these days.She grew up in along with two other siblings,her being the oldest.Both her twin brothers lived to get her in trouble.Whenever anything was broken in the house,the fingers would point and it would end up with Jinger being scolded.Though,she never really cared about getting herself into trouble.She was too busy thinking off another..another something everytime the topic of 'Who dunnit?' came up,blocking out her mother's and father's cries almost instantly.
    A thing,which she places next to her heart every single second and moment every single day,would be none other than the green beret she wore proudly on her head.If she's not wearing it,she's probably holding it in her arms or claiming that the beret said it wanted a rest in her bag.People could only back away from her as she told them the last point.
    At first,it seemed lonely for Jinger,but soon,she found friends,though,they only liked her for her money.But,atleast she had some.

    Stater pokemon-Feebas,yes Yibber has finally decided to start with the pokemon she's loved for too long!^^

    Other-
    She,loves pokemon contests.
    Probably the main reason why she started out with the journey.Even if there were no good,nasty gangs running around,she won't let that stop her,no sirree!!
     
    Where do we get a pokemon?
    Why at the hippest club in town, The Bike!
    We'll start when one more person joins.
     
    Name- Ashley Fairlight
    Age- 15
    Gender- Female (Pwhee! I'm gender-bending! Hope that doesn't freak you all out. I just had to finally make a female character for a change. I'm weird like that. XD)
    Description(optional)- Ashley is just a few inches shorter than an average girl of her age, something which all too often leads to the annoying result that people can't help looking down on her, not that she minds it too much. Her hair is blonde and usually reaches a bit below her shoulders, it is also constantly accompanied by a rather old blue bandana. Her eyes are clear blue and usually seem to have an energetic spark in them, more or less regardless of the circumstances. As clothing goes, she usually dresses rather tomboyishly, wearing a green t-shirt with a light blue jacket to go with it and a pair of slightly darker blue jeans, which are usually accompanied by a fairly average belt to keep her pok?balls on (She might not be an official trainer yet, but that doesn't mean she ain't prepared), when she goes into rougher territory she also wears a pair of dark blue fingerless gloves, fingerless mostly due to the fact that she finds ordinary gloves to suffocating for her hands. She also carries around a fairly sizeable backpack, light blue in colour, in which she keeps her possessions. Having spent plenty of her life under circumstances where there wasn't all that much money to go around, she isn't really all that into fashion and other such expensive habits, prefering to have at least semi-practical clothes instead.
    Personality- A friendly and outgoing person by nature, Ashley is always interested in making new friends and seeing new places, despite having been forced to leave a good amount of both behind with her family's all too frequent moving. She tries her best to get along with people and brushes of minor rudeness, but that doesn't mean that she's devoid of temperament, nor that she would be beyond showing it when she considers it necessary. If Ashley finds someone simply too annoying to stand, she will either snap at that person or just find someone else, it's a big world after all, but usually she does tend to get along with people. She is also fairly optimistic about the world, always doing her best to maintain good cheer among her friends, and it's very rare for her to get depressed. When that does happen however it does so with a vengeance, and when Ashley slips into that kind of mood she expects her friends to help cheer her up, just as she would do for them if they encountered similar problems. Overall, she is a fairly well-educated and intelligent girl, but all too prone of thinking with the heart rather than the head, which can quite often lead her to make decisions which others would consider foolish in the extreme.
    History(optional)- The only daughter of the fairly famous pok?mon psychiatrist Oliver Fairlight, most of Ashley's childhood was spent in the bustling coastal city of Slateport where her father was busy studying how the city environment affected the mental disposition of wild pok?mon as well as countless other things. Ashley has plenty of good things to say about her early years, despite the fact that her mother left the famiy about five years after Ashley was born, leaving the girl and her less-than-practical father to make things work as best they could. Luckily, there were plenty of family friends willing to help them out, and, once Ashley began coming of age, she became more and more self-reliant. Which in itself was quite a useful trait considering that her father was still very much absorbed in his work, although he did allow the girl to join him in it, creating quality time of a sort. Pok?mon psychiatry is not the most reliable or profitable line of work however, and payment times always seemed to stretch, especially since Ashley's father considered mere money to be nothing compared to the scientific profit that his work brought him and wasn't that adamant about payment times, or sums. And so, the family's economic situation began spiralling out of hand, and by the time of Ashley's fifteenth birthday, there simply wasn't enough money to support them both and Ashley had to leave home, getting sent of with a train ticket to Barrel City, where her aunt Maria supposedly awaits her with open arms...
    Starter Pokemon(will receive it later)- Snorunt
    Other- Having spent a great deal of time helping her father in his work, Ashley has amassed quite a deep understanding of pok?mon behaviour, although it is quite rare for her to properly utilize that knowledge, given her all too emotionall far too unobjective way of percieving the world. Consequently, she does tend to understand human emotions quite well also, although her understanding in that area is more intuitive than anything.

    And there it is! Enjoy! ^^ Oh, and by the way...this ish my 2100th official post! Huzzah!
     
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    Yay! I'm not too late! XD And another invitation RP for me! That must mean I'm good. ^_____^

    And 2100th post?! Darn you Alter!! You joined PC after me and you still have over double the posts.... o.o And, OMG, your girl name is Ashley. ^^

    Hm... and because once again the gender ratio is WAY off for poor Pete, I'm gonna be a boy. XD

    Name: Kevin Hale (yeah, I stole the guy from the 3rd pokemon movie's last name, but there's no connection -_-)

    Age: 15

    Gender: Male O_O

    Description: Kevin usually wears black slacks with black shoes. He also wears a variety of nice dress shirts and always seems to look as if he's ready to go out to a nice place for dinner. However, this is actually his usual look. If he dresses up, he'll be wearing nothing less than an overcoat with a rarely used dress shirt, or a tuxedo. o.o He's pretty tall for the average boy and he's got deep blue eyes and dark brown, almost black, hair. He's got fair colored skin, and he has a shoulder backpack because he thinks anything else looks tacky.

    Personality: Selfish, full of himself, and rather annoying at it too, Kevin is not the best person in the world. He always wants to know what's in it for him, and why he should be interested in doing anything. He thinks he's the best, smartest, awesomest, greatest guy there ever was, and anyone who thinks otheriwse is an idiot. This is probably why he has absolutely no friends aside from his headstrong pokemon that he will recieve. At first meeting, Kevin seems to care about no one but himself; and he does. However, this might change over the course of time... if a few people might convince him that he's not the best person in the world.

    History: Kevin grew up as a pampered, spoiled rich boy. His parents were quite well-off from a mysterious source that was never revealed to him. He just assumed it was some sort of old money passed down or something. He knew though that he would inherit it all one day, and that no matter what happened, he would never have to work a day in his life. And yet... he always felt restless. He saw the stiffling atmosphere of his house, and he wanted to get away. Experience life for at least a little while before he was obligated to all of this money. And what Kevin wants... Kevin gets.

    Starter Pokemon: Houndour (a female)

    Other: What side will Kevin pick? Well, I can say he certainly won't be a good guy the whole time, though he will start out as one. ^-^

    FUUU! Yugioh's almost on!!! I must leave!!! X_X
     
    OOC: Heh, I did swear that my next cross-gender character would be called that. ^^ Plus, Ashley is a nice name methinks.

    Oh and Kevin...heh, I can just picture Ashley picking him as her personal redemption project. XD She is the daughter of a shrink after all, and probably couldn't help trying to apply that knowledge wherever she can. Granted she was taught how to be a shrink for pok?mon, but the principle is the same. ^^

    And yay for the gender balance! (It always seems to lean towards the female side so I just had to blatantly disregard it if I ever wanted to get a female char again) If Charon goes male too we'll have a neat 50/50 spilt. ^^

    Ehh...and for meh post count. Do remember that it's only the *official* one, so my good 100+ posts in the Mixed Trivia & Games section don't count. XD
     
    OOC: Just got to wait for Charon.....

    Heck, I'm doing my starting post.

    IC: Rain was pouring down over Barrel City. John was bent double, sprinting through the streets of the southern part. A couple Axle thugs were smoking together. No-one gave him a second glance. John smirked. Team Axle, the local gang, were on the increase, but if it meant anything, they had gotten stupid. John arrived home and pulled off his shoes. Scuffed, yes. Useful, YES! He went into the small kitchen and saw a letter adressed to him on the table. Curiously, he opened it. It read:

    Ever wanted to have a chance?
    Ever wanted to hit the big time?
    If so, come to The Bike on 26th November at 7:30.

    John didn't know what this letter meant. He looked it over again, and went upstairs to tell his mom. She let him off, so he pulled on his hoodie and exited his house for The bike, not sure why.

    When he got there, there was music playing. A local band, the Franticshippers, were playing their latest song, Fished up a Feebas. John looked around, the letter dangling at his side. Suddenly he was approached by an important looking woman.
    "Who are you?" asked John.
    "I'd like to remain anonymous, but you may call me Clay," replied the woman, "Anyway, may I see that letter?"
    "Sure," said John.
    Clay looked at it, then smiled at him.
    "Yes, yes. How would you like to get a pokemon?" she asked.
    "I'd love to," replied John.
    Clay smiled again then turned round and gave an egg to him.
    "It's yours,"
    John looked her in the eye. His egg was green and whitey-pink.
    "When will it hatch?" he asked.
    "Ten minutes...." she replied.
     
    {ooc| Yeah, I'm actually really struggling to think up another character... I'm thinking, I really am! I might re-se an old one so...watch this space! I'll try and sort something out after dinner. Sorry for being so troublesome. =D
    Alter, are you hinting at me playing a guy? xD I actually think I will...

    p.s: Golden Sun is the best! Especially Felix, man that guy's good-looking. xD}
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    Name: Alex
    Age: 15
    Gender: Male

    Description: Alex wears baggy denim jeans which are cut off at the shin and fraying heavily, well-worn trainers, and a farmer-style checked shirt. He almost always is chewing a piece of corn - no matter where abouts he is in the world. He has messy straw-blonde hair, which is naturally spikey. It sticks up in peculiar in a peculiar, gravity defying, anime-style way, and makes him look even scuffier than usual. Alex has quite a pale face which is dotted with freckles, which just makes his wide gray eyes look even more innocent. He's best described as 'lanky' - he's extremely tall and extremely skinny, which is probably something to do with him working most of his life

    Personality: He is very easy going, very open, and always happy to help. Because he was rather isolated when growing up, he trusts everyone and is easily fooled. He could easily be described as 'simple', because of his plain nature, but years of running after distracted tropiuses has left him adept at thinking on his feet.

    History: Grew up on a tropius ranch - Alex has only left recently, and has a biggoted view of cities and the rest of the world. He came to Barrel City to seek fame, glory, and to get a pokemon other than a tropius.

    Other: He's very easily influenced.

    Pokemon: Charmander!
     
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    OOC: Hmm, let's not go too far RPing so that Charon gets a time to think up a proper character, m'kay? Mine came out this fast because she had been at the back of my mind for ages, all I had to was to put it down in writing. ^^ Oh, and I agree. Golden Sun pwns. Oh, and not to mock your favourite or anything Pete, but Felix > Isaac in my opinion, both appearance-wise (Although I ain't looking at him that way) and by his plot role/personality, so yeah.

    Anyways, I suppose I shall make my first IC...

    IC:

    The rain was not only in Barrel City that day, on a small, desolate train station the downpour was just as fierce, if not more so, tiny droplets splattering onto the window, making those inside of the structure glad to be inside, despite the rather hectic and shabby atmosphere of the place. It was a fairly old and unkept structure, half-faded old posters hanging all about the desolate, black stone walls and tiny pieces of litter covering the equally coloured stone floor. The architect who designed the place undoubtedly thought it would look cool with such a colour scheeme, but in the middle of the torrent and with the added effect of one of the large ceiling lamps flickering, the end result was more creepy than anything. Most people wandered about like a grey mass, their primarily dark coloured rain clothes fading into an obscure blur as they huddled together in small groupings, each aiming to catch their own train. Within this gloomy assortment however, one person in particular stuck out like a sore thumb. She was a girl of about fifteen, standing by one of the service desks and smiling cheerfully to the rather bored looking clerk, an aging man (He looked about 70, although he probably was younger than that) with a thin covering of grey hair on his head and a somewhat scruffy looking moustache, on the other side as she explained her case.

    "And I came to get this ticket redeemed so that I can continue on to Barrel City." she finished, absent-mindedly running a hand through her blonde hair, sticking a few strayed locks back beneath the blue bandana on her head.

    At the mention of the destination's name, the clerk suddenly seemed to snap into alertness, staring at the girl as if he couldn't believe his ears "Barrel City?" the man repeated, "You actually want to go to Barrel City, youngin'?" he asked, his stare not faultering even as he began processing the girl's request "Most people these days are heading out of there, and I can't say I blame them." the man shuddered, a slightly haunted look occupying his face as he passed the now functional ticket back over to the girl.

    The girl blinked, tilting her head as she lifted the blue backpack slung over her right shoulder into a slightly better position "What's wrong with Barrel City?" she asked curiously, returning the stare of the old man's dark brown eyes with her own clear blue pair as she picked up the precious train ticket and slippedit into the left back pocket of her dark blue jeans for later use.

    "What's wrong?" the man echoed, casting a fidgety glance at his surroundings before leaning closer to the girl, lowering his voice to a whisper "Everything is wrong." he said quietly, "The neighbourhoods, the trainers, the government, the whole city. Everything. All because of those foolish teams and their squabbling."

    "What teams?" the girl asked in return, her voice now a whisper as well as she tried to make out the old man's feelings. Whatever it was he was certainly terrified of it, anyone could see that, he probably had some personal experience of the matter too, judging by the way that his eyes darted about the surroundings, but the clerk had given very little concrete information.

    "Hey, what's the hold up?!" inquired the person who was behind the girl in the queue, "She's not the only one who needs service and I've got a train to catch!"

    There was a murmur of assent from the crowd members, and the clerk, who looked like he had been preparing for a long explanation, settled for one final whispered reply "The teams are the ones that rule." he said "Gear is north, Axel is south, Wrench is west, and Joint is east, never forget that. Everyone knows that they rule, everyone, but few will say it. They're too scared. Too scared. Ohh...they turned everything upside down, everything. If you're bad then you're good, and if you want to be good then you have to be bad. It's enough to drive anyone insane...but I have already said too much, ask the good people themselves, I speak for them but not in their name, you want to know...talk to Clay, don't worry about finding her, she'll find you. I'd advise you not to go, but youngsters never take advice, do they? Good luck youngin'..."

    With that, and one nervous glance at his surroundings, the clerk quickly ushered the girl in the direction of her platform before turning to handle the other clients. Although she wasn't sure, the girl could have sworn that she felt the old man's eyes on her back all the way to the train, their haunting, desperate gaze piercing into the back of her head as the words replayed in her mind, "If you're bad then you're good...if you want to be good then you have to be bad..." the girl frowned, flashing her ticket to the inspector before she boarded the train, finding herself an empty compartment, not a hard feat considering that the Barrel City line did seem to be rather short on people. What could that mean? she thought for herself, absent-mindedly placing her backpack on the seat beside her and staring out of the compartment window as the train set off, watching the rain-blurred landscape flash past outside.

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    "Next stop, Barrel Town, East Quarter Station! Repeat, next stop Barrel Town, East Quarter Station!"

    The girl looked up from her reveries as the announcement sounded in her compartment, snapping out of the mesmerized daze that watching the falling raindrops had brought on her. She peered out of the window once more, noticing that the rural landscape had now been replaced by that of deserted city streets, the rain pattering outside as hard as ever. She brought up her right hand over her mouth to stiffle a yawn as she picked up her backpack with the other while standing up at the same time, soon exiting the local train station, not much nicer than the last one she had visited and a good bit smaller too, with the city map she had been given firmly clutched in her hand.

    "Okay, let's see..." she said for herself, unfolding the laminated paper and peering at it, "Foundry Street is right...there, that means that auntie Maria's house should be somewhere in..." she turned on her place, ignoring the raindrops that had now taken up falling on her all around, "...this direction." she concluded, looking up at the fairly wide street that opened up in front of her, according to the map her aunt's house was at the very end. As she wandered through the desolate streets, skipping aside from the occasional water puddle, the girl began singing for herself, a tune that had been stuck in her head for quite a while now and desperately wanted to get out. It was an old one, from way back...from the time that mum was still home. Ignoring any bitter thoughts concerning what had happened after that particular episode the girl lifted her head up and began singing. Although her voice was quite far from trained and didn't carry far, it was fairly light and had a certain ring to it, not particularly beautiful, but not really horrible either.

    "Raindrops keep falling on my head,
    but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red!
    Cryin's not for me!
    I'm never gonna' stop the rain by complaining,
    Cause' I'm free,
    nothing's worrying me!"

    The girl continued on with the song, filling up the occasional gaps in her knowledge of the lyrics with a hum or a 'lalalaa' until she did little more than humming, although it had its appeal nonetheless and did improve her cheer. She stopped as she reached her aunt's house though, chuckling at her own silly performrance. "Ashley, you certainly are no singer..." she said for herself, pressing the doorbell and listening to the sound it made inside while she waited for someone to open. And sure enough, the familiar, and rather heavy, gait of her aunt soon became audible from within, the sounds clearly approaching the door until it finally turned open and a woman's face stuck out into the rain, surveying the soaked but smiling girl on her porch. At first glance, one might have deemed Maria to be a jolly woman, with her round and soft looking face, complete with the slightly curly dark brown hair and the friendly looking brown eyes, as well as the usual semi-fashionable clothing she wore, but in truth, her personality could be quite far from that at times.

    "Whatever it is, I'm not buying." she said, casting a stern glance at Ashley "And if you've come to bother me with any of this 'Team' nonsense at this hour so help me I'll...Ashley?" she paused in her rant, squinting to make out the girl's face, even though she already nodded in return.

    "Hi auntie." she said, "Long time no see."

    "A far too long time." her aunt said, watching Ashley's clothing with an expression of slight disdain on her face "Come on in girl, or you'll catch your death from a cold. Don't you have any proper rain clothes? I swear, children these days...it's all about fashion without any concern for common sense. Why in my day..."

    Ashley left on a polite smile on her face while she allowed her aunt's lecture to wash over her without really paying proper heed to it. To a stranger, Maria would no doubt have seemed like a narrow-minded biggot who enjoyed picking on the girl just because she could, but Ashley knew by experience that this was just her way of expressing concern. That didn't mean that she was about to listen to any of it, though, being preoccupied with her own thoughts as she left her wet shoes by the entrance before following her aunt inside. Maria's flat was a fairly small and rather mundane one, consisting of a small entry room which then opened into a hall which split into three corridors leading to kitchen and dining hall, bedrooms, and the living room respectively. Despite being rather cramped, the house was neat and well organized and did have a certain cozy feel to it, although there was maybe just a hint of over-cleaning in the air, possibly because Maria knew that her niece was coming today. Ashley didn't comment on it though, knowing that it wouldn't lead to anything positive.

    "Oh that father of yours..." Maria ranted on as she led Ashley into the guest room, allowing the girl to place her backpack inside before ushering her onward to the living room. "...to value his research more than his own daughter...letting her arrive here looking like she just wandered out of Auswitzch, I swear...would you like some tea, dear?" she asked, her voice quickly turning warm and friendly again as she turned to Ashley, offering her a fairly old and somewhat dented mug filled with a transparent, steaming liquid which was brownish red in colour, a few blackened tea leaves still mingling at its bottom, "I'm afraid it's kind of weak because I'm a bit short on tea leaves at the moment, but it will shake that chill right out of you."

    "Thanks." Ashley replied, accepting the cup and daintily taking a few sips, noticing that it mostly tasted like boiled water before she placed the cup down on the table by which she had been seated, deciding to start out the conversation before Maria continued her rant "Auntie..." she said, her eyes twinkling with curiosity, "What's with all this talk about teams?"

    Her aunt suddenly inhaled deeply, nearly getting a mouthfull of tea down the wrong throat before she finally managed to reply "Teams?" she asked a tad hoarsely, the tea was still quite hot after all, "Who told you about that?"

    "You did..." Ashley replied, which was perfectly true since Maria had mentioned it by the door, "You said, 'And if you've come to bother me with any of this team nonsense...' "

    "Oh..." the woman said, her expression growing darker as she realized that she had already made a giveaway, she sighed heavily, "Well, I suppose you would find out anyway..." she said at last, taking another sip of tea "It's not like it's a big secret, especially with all this turf-conquering bussiness that's been going on...you see, this city...is not under the control of the government." she took a small pause to let the information sink in, "Not really, it's ruled by teams...four of them. Team Gear, Team Axel, Team Wrench, and Team Joint. Each have their own territory, and their own rules..."

    Gear, Axel, Wrench, Joint...     Ashley repeated in her mind, beginning to realize what the old man had been getting at as she nodded, a gesture for the woman in front of her to continue.

    "Well, they've been demanding payment from all inhabitants, naturally, lowlife scum that they are...", at this point, Maria's expression turned into one of disgust "And of course, they make examples of those who refuse...messy examples."

    "But...why doesn't the government interfere?" Ashley cut in, unable to contain the question any longer.

    "Because they're involved in it, fool girl!" Maria replied briskly, slightly annoyed by the interruption "Everyone knows that the officials are right in the Teams' pockets, capitalizing on the war they've got going on. They don't really seem to care who the winner is, just as long as they can make as much profit as possible by selling favourable legislation and mysterious escapes to the teams." she frowned "They've even made it illegal to fight back..."

    "That's...terrible..." Ashley said solemnly, feeling slightly overwhelmed by this new information, "Can't anyone do anything? I mean, shouldn't the Elite Four..?"

    "Be doing something?" Maria completed, scoffing "You'd think that, wouldn't you? But no, those ivory-tower windbags don't give a Rattata's arse about what happens to this town, if they even know...and anyhow, they can't act without official backing. And with the officials being what they are..." she shook her head, "The Elite Four can't do a thing for us. Which is why I need you to promise me something." she leaned forward, grabbing Ashley by her right wrist, "I need you to promise me not to get involved in this in any way, is that clear? Not in any way."

    "All-allright, auntie..." Ashley replied, keeping the fingers of her left hand crossed behind her back as she said so (A generally accepted sign for false promises, just in case she saw the need to get involved anyway), "I won't have anything to do with them..."

    Maria's expression softened again and she released her grip, returning back to her original position "I'm glad to hear that, girl." she said, nodding "Welcome to your new home then. Oh, and someone sent a letter adressed to you, it arrived a short while ago..."

    "A letter?" Ashley asked in surprise, "Who would want to send me a letter here?"

    "Search me." Maria replied, shrugging, "But I believe I left it in your room, so if you're interested, you might wish to take a look at it."

    "Allright." Ashley said, practically jumping out her chair, "Thanks for the tea, auntie!" she called, waving her a quick goodbye before dashing of towards her room. Sure enough, there was an envelope on the bedside table, and upon closer inspection it did seem to have her name on it.

    The girl quickly snatched the envelope, ripping it up to reveal the note inside;

    Ever wanted to have a chance?
    Ever wanted to hit the big time?
    If so, come to The Bike on 26th November at 7:30.


    "26th of November?" Ashley said for herself, "That's today." she checked her watch; 7:21. Great, this would call for some speed. The girl quickly pulled out her map, noting that, fortunately enough, 'The Bike' seemed to be a fairly popular local hangout and was clearly marked on the map, it wasn't even that far from her current position either. Ashley was sure she could make it if she ran. But did she want to? That note was vague at best, and judging by what she had heard about the teams, she really couldn't help wondering if it wasn't a trap. But she had always wanted to have a chance. Surely just checking it out wouldn't hurt that much...

    With this in mind, Ashley quickly stuffed the letter into one of her pockets as well, before breaking of into a mad dash out of the door and into the rain-swept streets, her light blue jacket, still open, fluttering in the wind.

    OOC: And teh post has grown. Hope there aren't any people knowning too much. Anyways, she'll arrive at 'The Bike' in my next IC, promise. ^^
     
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    Whee, Alter used his cross-gender name! XD

    Anyways, I feel like making a long first post.


    IC:


    The room was lit by a single lightbulb, although more light still made it's way through the window despite the cloudy day outside. Rain steadily pelted at the window, distorting the images of the world outside, the one that wasn't quite the same, beautiful view anymore. If ever this small room seemed gloomy, today it was off the charts.

    In one corner, to the right of the window, sat a small, wooden table, text books and stories of Pokemon piled high, pages yellow with age and worn from having been read so much. Next to the immense pile of books sat a violet sling bag, which seemed brand-new compared to the books. The chair had been taken on a raid a good three years back, although Tessie was still having trouble finding out why, out of all the things in the house, they wanted a chair and some of her mother's cooking supplies.

    In the oppoiste corner, to the direct left of the window, was a bed, the perfect size for its owner and the family Linoone. Laka, the Linoone, was fully stretched out at the foot of the bed, dozing off into sleep as the rain droned on.

    Propped up with a pillow at the other end of the bed was a thirteen-year-old girl, dressed in dark colors as usual, which were, as usual, accompanied with a hooded black sweater. Her name was Tessie, and at the moment, she was again studying the many affects weather had on Pokemon Battles.

    "Can't you just think about other things for a change?" Her mother's voice pierced through the silence, making her daughter visibly flinch, and also causing Laka to stirr in her sleep.

    Tessie sighed once, then closed the text book and placed it on the bed.

    "You've got a letter. I hope it's something that gets your mind off those silly Pokemon Battles.. You know with those gangs running around, it's become an even more dangerous sport." Her mother said, taking a few steps into the room before extending her hand to give the piece of mail to Tessie.

    Tessie remained silent, looking the letter over as her mother retreated out of the room, heading off towards the kitchen. Figuring she may as well read it, she ripped the thing open and reached inside the envelope to retrieve the message, unfolding the paper until she could properly read it.

    Ever wanted to have a chance?
    Ever wanted to hit the big time?
    If so, come to The Bike on 26th November at 7:30.

    That was what Tessie read, raising her eyebrow as she read it a second time.

    A chance.. She thought to herself, eyes seeming to sparkle with something other the melancholy for the first time in five years. Perhaps.. This is what I need..

    The girl quickly folded the letter, stuffing it back into the envelope before placing it in her sweater's pocket, then quickly leaping off the bed to retrieve the sling bag from the table that it had been sitting on this whole time.

    Reaching out to stroke Laka in farewell, Tessie made her way to the front door, looking back once to check if her mother had seen her, then moving out into the outside world of South Barrel City.
     
    OOC: There is now a GOLDEN SUN CLUB!! Link in meh siggy.

    IC: "Ten minutes!" exclaimed John in surprise.
    Clay nodded and continued. "You're very own pokemon. Of course, there is a condition."
    "A condition?"
    "Yes. We would like you to help us stop these gangs and restore order to Barrel City."
    John laughed. Such a silly thought, after all, it was impossible.
    "I represent a group named Archangels. Our aim is to restore order to Barrel City. Trouble is, we need members. I'm a recruitment scout. We have chosen you as a target," said Clay.
    "What's in it for me?" asked John.
    "A pokemon, and.....a large pay cheque," replied Clay warmly.
    John thought this over. He would finally get a chance to do something, and he would have enough money to take his family away from Barrel City.
    "All right, I accept."
    Clay smiled.
    Suddenly, as if John had said magic words, his egg started hatching. A small green head poked through and out jumped a tiny Ralts.
    Clay put her watch to the Ralts. "It's a girl!" Ralts stared up at John hopefully.
    "Oh, shall I give you a name? OK, how about Ring?" said John.
    Ralts nodded. "Ralts," she said.
    "Wow, she sure is pretty," thought john as Ring slid onto the ground.
    Clay nodded, and departed.

    John was nearly at his home, when suddenly a couple Axle gang members noticed a bit of Ring's eggshell poking out his pocket.
    "Hey give us da pokemon!" said one.
    "Now!" finished the other.
    "What?" said John.
    "Hey, he's messing! Go Nidoran!" exclaimed one of the grunts and a male nidoran popped out of its ball. The other sent out a Koffing.
    "Um, Ring I choose you!" commanded John. Ring jumped off it's place on John's head. With it's green head, it looked like a baseball cap on John's head.

    "Nidoran, poison sting!" Nidoran quickly jumped and sent a stinger into Ring. She screamed out.
    "Ring, attack the Nidoran!" Ring stood there, confused.
    "You can't attack? Oh God," said John as Ring shook her head.
    Suddenly a quick pokemon darted into the Nidoran and fainted it in one hit. As it did, Ring seemed to have learnt from its mistake. She slightly glowed and the enemy Koffing started twitching, then smashed into the ground.
    "Confusion..." commented John, "All right Ring! Use confusion again!"
    Ring repeated the attack it did and the Koffing fell down, unconscious. The two goons returned their pokemon, and made a run for it.
    John smirked. "I wonder who that pokemon that fainted that Nidoran belonged too..." said john thoughtfully. he picked up Ring, who was cheering, and headed home.
     
    OOC: Oooh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Slow down a little there, m'kay? The others haven't even collected their pok?mon (Heck, half of us haven't even made our starting posts yet) and still it seems like the event is already over. There's no need to rush. Anyways, where would they meet up with each other? (Will be a pretty silly RP if the characters don't meet) Oh, and just to check, did you notice the little edit I made on my first post?
     
    OOC: Roger, Alter. I will resist the temptation to post.
     
    OOC:

    Eh, he meant that you're making things happen a bit too fast.. The other characters haven't even arrived at The Bike yet.. XD



    IC:

    Sticking close to the buildings, so as to not have to put her hood up, Tessie walked briskly towards her appointed destination. The fact that her mother fit in perfectly in the gossiping part of town, it was no wonder that she knew where 'The Bike' was. It was too popular to go unnoticed by the general population, anyways.

    She knew it wasn't far away, but she was running short on time, or at least she had been the last time she had glanced into a store to check their clock. The rain was no help, either. True, she didn't think rain was all that bad, but it seriously cut down on how far ahead she could see, which slowed her down a bit.

    Not many people were out, though. That wasn't unusual -- the chaos that was unfolding was enough to repel people from the streets -- but today it the streets seemed even more silent and dreary than usual because of the rain.

    Hurrying quickly around another corner, Tessie couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight of 'The Bike', neon signs blaring through the dreariness, commanding total attention. Music from a local band playing inside could be heard, drifting into the streets and casting a feeling of hope over the girl.

    Looking around for incoming cars, Tessie began to cross the street, approaching what she hoped was the promised chance.
     
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    OOC: Plushie compressed my opinion perfectly. ^^ Anyways, I just did a small check on some strategic information concerning my last IC post, not to mention that I compared it to a certain post made by Yibber with which she has gloated X amount of times because it was larger than mine, well, watch and weep! XP

    My post

    Words: 2783
    Characters (No spaces): 13339
    Characters (With spaces): 16224

    Yibber's post

    Words: 2255
    Characters (No spaces): 13671
    Characters (With spaces): 16058

    Yibber, thy post is hereby officially pwned! Alter ish once again the king of longish posts! Huzzah! XP

    IC:

    The trip to 'The Bike' was little more than a blurr of rain, streets, and wheezing breaths for Ashley as she attempted to make it in time, her eyes flicking netween the watch on her wrist and the map in her hand so frequently that she barely payed attention to where she was going, suddenly she came to an abrupt halt however, having just made rather hard contact with another person, one who had just walked over the street, unaware of the girl running alongside it. It was a girl with long, jet black hair, perhaps slightly younger than Ashley despite the fact that she was a bit taller.

    Ashley let out a pained yelp at the collision, barely managing to hold onto the map in her hand as the impact caused her to stagger backward and fall rather painfully down on the wet street beneath her. "Oh, I'm so sorry..." she said, quickly rising to her feet, ignoring the general dampness of her person as she rushed to help the stranger back up. "I was in such a hurry, I didn't see where I was going...I'm so sorry..." Ashley repeated, attempting to brush of whatever dirt had collected on the other girl's clothing.

    In the background, the Franticshippers were still playing, and Ashley might very well have recognized the tune of her favourite band, were it not for the fact that she was far too busy apologizing to the stranger she had just knocked over.
     
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    OOC: You're freaking me out Alter.....
     
    OOC: *Blinks* Really? Why thank you. ^^ Is it my cross-gender RPing, my longish posts, or the fact that I chose to post the statistics here? Oh yeah, for those who didn't notice. I've added an IC to my last post.
     
    OOC: The statistics. Definately. And I thought the DCC was freaky...
     
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