Umbreongirl
As riddled as the tide
- 388
- Posts
- 17
- Years
- Age 33
- At the party of pants.
- Seen Apr 23, 2012
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I can't just sit around and do nothing. Erin thought anxiously, the sole of her flip-flop making a loud clacking noise as thoughtlessly she tapped it against the hardwood of the center's floor. Her brow furrowed her concentration, as absently, she raised a nail to her mouth to bite at it. It was one of her worst habits, really, but it was very calming, she thought, and with her hands-on occupation, Erin supposed perfect nails were virtually useless. As Erin attempted to hone her focus on her super-natural predicament, another had eased up just in front of her face, staring at her with what appeared to be a combination of fascination and bemusement.
As Erin's foot now tapped loudly in beat with her rapid nail-biting, the thing, which appeared to be a ghost-type of sorts, shifted slightly, catching her attention.
"GAH?!" Erin cried out, startled, as fear instantly penetrated her being. Her eyes nearly bulged from her skull, and as the shock finally passed from her system, she just edged as far back from the creature as she could be, her thin body hugging the booth as she stared petrified at the pokemon who continued to stare.
Why is it staring at me? Is it because it knows about my powers? Did it pry into my mind and see my vision?!
Erin was really creeped out now, and as she shuddered, goosebumps arose along her thin arms. The pokemon was a Haunter, she now realized. Not only a Ghost type, but also a Poisonous type. A deadly combination.
N-nice ghost thingy. She thought, just in case the pokemon was reading her mind. Erin didn't know a lot about Ghost-type pokemon, except that they were incredibly eery, and all seemed to have an ominous presence about them. Then, just as soon as the Haunter had appeared in her face, he soon seemed to lose interest and disappear, reappearing again at the opposite side of the room. Erin breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and after making sure he wasn't coming back, resumed in her thoughts.
But really, what am I supposed to do about it by myself? She responded to her own statement, letting her head drop so that it was cradled within both slender hands. Not a person occupying the Pokemon Center had even seemed to hear her spontaneous declaration, and even if they had, what would she say to them?
Hi, Nice to meet you. My name's Erin Tamayo, and I have some pretty sweet super-powers granted to me by Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres. They let me see stuff that happens somewhere else, and there's a boy at the Spear Tower who got attacked by a Lairon.
First of all, are there even wild Lairon at the Spear Tower? Erin thought, her heart sinking at what the sure reactions of whoever she tried to tell would be.
"It's alright, miss. Everything's being taken care of. Just go quietly, and we won't have any problems."
Erin raised an eyebrow at the thought, trying to envision herself sitting within a padded room restrained by a straight jacket.
Huh. She thought, clearing her head of the vision. Well, it would look cute on me. She thought absently, standing up and immediately pulling the sundress that had begun to ride up her thighs. She meandered up to the Counter of the Pokemon Center, and picked out a couple of Moon pies, Cherub's favorite known treat as she slid them across the counter. She began flipping through a magazine while she waited for Nurse Joy to ring the items up, and nearly had heart failure when her eyes settled specifically on one page, on one face. A boy thin in appearance with ebony hair. Erin's eyes nearly popped out of her head as her mouth fell open, and she read the headline of the article again and again.
"Breck Pierson, renowned Journalist predicts another successful match again!"
Apparently, the face in the magazine page was the face Erin had seen in her vision, and this face of fame was pretty seriously injured. From what the article said, Breck Pierson was quite a character, being able to successfully predict the winners of hundreds of pokemon matches.
The article presented in this magazine was commemorating that. Here Breck was depicted in a full-body color picture taking up approximately half the page, standing side by side with a rather proud-looking Charizard and its trainer who were the apparent victors.
He must be a pretty big deal. Erin thought, closing the magazine abruptly and sheepishly handing over a handful of money to Nurse Joy who stood before her impatiently, arms crossed as she huffed. Erin took the Moon Pies and looked around for Cherub, who at the moment seemed to be conversing with an Absol. Erin grinned, and walked over to the Umbreon, slipping out one of the Moon Pies and waving it in front of her.
"Ready to go, Cherub?" She teased, slipping the snack cake open and pretending to take a bite. Narrowing her crimson eyes, the pokemon leapt daintily into the air, ripping the Moon Pie from between Erin's fingers, beginning to nibble happily at it as she lifted her nose high into the air, and began to walk in front of her trainer. Effortlessly, she pushed the door open with one delicate paw, and Erin rushed to get ouside before the door closed, fearful that she again wouldn't have the strength to open it. After scouring the town for at least several hours and not finding a single place cheap enough to lodge for the night, Erin and Cherub eventually just settled on the outskirts of town, taking shelter under a large, shady tree.
I can't just sit around and do nothing. Erin thought anxiously, the sole of her flip-flop making a loud clacking noise as thoughtlessly she tapped it against the hardwood of the center's floor. Her brow furrowed her concentration, as absently, she raised a nail to her mouth to bite at it. It was one of her worst habits, really, but it was very calming, she thought, and with her hands-on occupation, Erin supposed perfect nails were virtually useless. As Erin attempted to hone her focus on her super-natural predicament, another had eased up just in front of her face, staring at her with what appeared to be a combination of fascination and bemusement.
As Erin's foot now tapped loudly in beat with her rapid nail-biting, the thing, which appeared to be a ghost-type of sorts, shifted slightly, catching her attention.
"GAH?!" Erin cried out, startled, as fear instantly penetrated her being. Her eyes nearly bulged from her skull, and as the shock finally passed from her system, she just edged as far back from the creature as she could be, her thin body hugging the booth as she stared petrified at the pokemon who continued to stare.
Why is it staring at me? Is it because it knows about my powers? Did it pry into my mind and see my vision?!
Erin was really creeped out now, and as she shuddered, goosebumps arose along her thin arms. The pokemon was a Haunter, she now realized. Not only a Ghost type, but also a Poisonous type. A deadly combination.
N-nice ghost thingy. She thought, just in case the pokemon was reading her mind. Erin didn't know a lot about Ghost-type pokemon, except that they were incredibly eery, and all seemed to have an ominous presence about them. Then, just as soon as the Haunter had appeared in her face, he soon seemed to lose interest and disappear, reappearing again at the opposite side of the room. Erin breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and after making sure he wasn't coming back, resumed in her thoughts.
But really, what am I supposed to do about it by myself? She responded to her own statement, letting her head drop so that it was cradled within both slender hands. Not a person occupying the Pokemon Center had even seemed to hear her spontaneous declaration, and even if they had, what would she say to them?
Hi, Nice to meet you. My name's Erin Tamayo, and I have some pretty sweet super-powers granted to me by Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres. They let me see stuff that happens somewhere else, and there's a boy at the Spear Tower who got attacked by a Lairon.
First of all, are there even wild Lairon at the Spear Tower? Erin thought, her heart sinking at what the sure reactions of whoever she tried to tell would be.
"It's alright, miss. Everything's being taken care of. Just go quietly, and we won't have any problems."
Erin raised an eyebrow at the thought, trying to envision herself sitting within a padded room restrained by a straight jacket.
Huh. She thought, clearing her head of the vision. Well, it would look cute on me. She thought absently, standing up and immediately pulling the sundress that had begun to ride up her thighs. She meandered up to the Counter of the Pokemon Center, and picked out a couple of Moon pies, Cherub's favorite known treat as she slid them across the counter. She began flipping through a magazine while she waited for Nurse Joy to ring the items up, and nearly had heart failure when her eyes settled specifically on one page, on one face. A boy thin in appearance with ebony hair. Erin's eyes nearly popped out of her head as her mouth fell open, and she read the headline of the article again and again.
"Breck Pierson, renowned Journalist predicts another successful match again!"
Apparently, the face in the magazine page was the face Erin had seen in her vision, and this face of fame was pretty seriously injured. From what the article said, Breck Pierson was quite a character, being able to successfully predict the winners of hundreds of pokemon matches.
The article presented in this magazine was commemorating that. Here Breck was depicted in a full-body color picture taking up approximately half the page, standing side by side with a rather proud-looking Charizard and its trainer who were the apparent victors.
He must be a pretty big deal. Erin thought, closing the magazine abruptly and sheepishly handing over a handful of money to Nurse Joy who stood before her impatiently, arms crossed as she huffed. Erin took the Moon Pies and looked around for Cherub, who at the moment seemed to be conversing with an Absol. Erin grinned, and walked over to the Umbreon, slipping out one of the Moon Pies and waving it in front of her.
"Ready to go, Cherub?" She teased, slipping the snack cake open and pretending to take a bite. Narrowing her crimson eyes, the pokemon leapt daintily into the air, ripping the Moon Pie from between Erin's fingers, beginning to nibble happily at it as she lifted her nose high into the air, and began to walk in front of her trainer. Effortlessly, she pushed the door open with one delicate paw, and Erin rushed to get ouside before the door closed, fearful that she again wouldn't have the strength to open it. After scouring the town for at least several hours and not finding a single place cheap enough to lodge for the night, Erin and Cherub eventually just settled on the outskirts of town, taking shelter under a large, shady tree.
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