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Seeker of Myths.
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- Posts
- 19
- Years
- Age 34
- The ends of the earth and the beginings of time.
- Seen Jun 23, 2006
The sign on the door indeed said ?Do Not Enter,? flashing its warning to the world in bold black letters.
Wobbuffet waited. He looked to the left. He looked to the right. He even looked up. Nothing happened, nobody came.
The pokemon lifted his arm, placed it on the door, just below the sign, and waited, repeating the fore mentioned actions
In reply, a cricket chirped, shattering the silence like a hammer to glass.
?Wawwwbbuffet!? the pokemon shouted with a startled jump. He hit the ground a ricocheted into the 'Do Not Enter' door, landing on the floor behind it. The door closed, locking out the light. Wobbuffet groaned and picked himself up before turning around, feeling the wall behind him for a door knob or some way out. There was none.
So, Wobbuffet waited.
Thunk!
Wobbuffet poked his stomach with upset curiosity, questioning it.
Sqeeeee...
Light flooded the room from a door opening, a long, horizontal silhouette floating high above the floor and reaching past the door. Wobbuffet froze.
The arm flicked the light switch and lowered, disappearing behind the door and reappearing accompanied by its owner.
Wobbuffet inwardly melted, dazed by the beauty his eyes were blessed to see. The arm's owner was a woman, flowing through the room in a rhythmic dance, waves of amber hair rippling with every step, mimicking her long, sleeveless, and elegant gown. She turned to Wobbuffet with soft, dark eyes and walked to him.
Wobbuffet raised his blue arms, embracing the woman's light figure, and dancing with her across the room, neither missing beat and twirling gracefully as the lights followed their movements. The woman raised a hand with a smile...
And poked Wobbuffet back to real life.
?Oh, how sweet,? she said. Wobbuffet instantly turned a shade of red. ?A Wobbuffet doll! A fan must've left it!?
The woman poked Wobbuffet again. ?It's so realistic...?
Wobbuffet leaned forward slowly, just as the woman turned, fluffed her hair, and marched out the door.
Wobuffet fell, landing on the floor face first, and scurried back to his feet. He raced for the door, swung it open, and hopped into the hall.
He looked to the left. Nothing. To the right...Ah-ha! A corner of the dress hid behind the corner playfully.
?Wobbah!? Wobbuffet dived for the cloth, only to trip on his own tail which resulting in a flurry of exclamations in Wobbuffet's language. When he did reach the corner, the woman was gone. He sighed, wandering down the hall, and stopped at an opening in the wall to sigh again.
Flash! Snap!
Wobbuffet flung himself to the wall opposite the opening, and peered cautiously in the direction of the flashes and the noise. He squealed in delight.
There she was! There, in the room adjacent to the hall, playing with a Milotic, patting the Milotic's head softly with ivory fingers. She really, really looked good with pokemon, and would look better with a Wobbuffet by her side...
Wobbuffet inched into the room, hiding behind tall, vertical canvases on wooden frames, dodging the gazes of men with cameras, until he was close enough.
He jumped.
She screamed.
Wobbuffet soon found himself back outside, staring at the door that had told him to stay out. It had, after all, said ?Do Not Enter,? did it not?
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Hehe, this is just a little something I wrote today. It was mostly written for my enjoyment, as well as yours, so although Constructive Critisism would be nice, its not necessary. Also, if you happen to see a word that makes no sense at all, please tell me. -_- My spellchecker was being weird...
Wobbuffet waited. He looked to the left. He looked to the right. He even looked up. Nothing happened, nobody came.
The pokemon lifted his arm, placed it on the door, just below the sign, and waited, repeating the fore mentioned actions
In reply, a cricket chirped, shattering the silence like a hammer to glass.
?Wawwwbbuffet!? the pokemon shouted with a startled jump. He hit the ground a ricocheted into the 'Do Not Enter' door, landing on the floor behind it. The door closed, locking out the light. Wobbuffet groaned and picked himself up before turning around, feeling the wall behind him for a door knob or some way out. There was none.
So, Wobbuffet waited.
Thunk!
Wobbuffet poked his stomach with upset curiosity, questioning it.
Sqeeeee...
Light flooded the room from a door opening, a long, horizontal silhouette floating high above the floor and reaching past the door. Wobbuffet froze.
The arm flicked the light switch and lowered, disappearing behind the door and reappearing accompanied by its owner.
Wobbuffet inwardly melted, dazed by the beauty his eyes were blessed to see. The arm's owner was a woman, flowing through the room in a rhythmic dance, waves of amber hair rippling with every step, mimicking her long, sleeveless, and elegant gown. She turned to Wobbuffet with soft, dark eyes and walked to him.
Wobbuffet raised his blue arms, embracing the woman's light figure, and dancing with her across the room, neither missing beat and twirling gracefully as the lights followed their movements. The woman raised a hand with a smile...
And poked Wobbuffet back to real life.
?Oh, how sweet,? she said. Wobbuffet instantly turned a shade of red. ?A Wobbuffet doll! A fan must've left it!?
The woman poked Wobbuffet again. ?It's so realistic...?
Wobbuffet leaned forward slowly, just as the woman turned, fluffed her hair, and marched out the door.
Wobuffet fell, landing on the floor face first, and scurried back to his feet. He raced for the door, swung it open, and hopped into the hall.
He looked to the left. Nothing. To the right...Ah-ha! A corner of the dress hid behind the corner playfully.
?Wobbah!? Wobbuffet dived for the cloth, only to trip on his own tail which resulting in a flurry of exclamations in Wobbuffet's language. When he did reach the corner, the woman was gone. He sighed, wandering down the hall, and stopped at an opening in the wall to sigh again.
Flash! Snap!
Wobbuffet flung himself to the wall opposite the opening, and peered cautiously in the direction of the flashes and the noise. He squealed in delight.
There she was! There, in the room adjacent to the hall, playing with a Milotic, patting the Milotic's head softly with ivory fingers. She really, really looked good with pokemon, and would look better with a Wobbuffet by her side...
Wobbuffet inched into the room, hiding behind tall, vertical canvases on wooden frames, dodging the gazes of men with cameras, until he was close enough.
He jumped.
She screamed.
Wobbuffet soon found himself back outside, staring at the door that had told him to stay out. It had, after all, said ?Do Not Enter,? did it not?
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Hehe, this is just a little something I wrote today. It was mostly written for my enjoyment, as well as yours, so although Constructive Critisism would be nice, its not necessary. Also, if you happen to see a word that makes no sense at all, please tell me. -_- My spellchecker was being weird...
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