i based this story off of the first few pokemon i caught while playing ruby. which, unfortunately, i won't be playing anymore. no time for it, really. i'll be selling it on ebay soon, lol. ^^;; but oh well, at least the characters live on in this story.
enjoy. ^__^
- burakkichu
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lurrien
seg one
Shoop! Into the ball I went. Stupid Zigg! Here I was, just minding my own business in the morning sun, and who should I bump into but this chick wearing all this red "Pokemon Trainer" junk--you know what I'm talking about. Those clothes and other gear with all the Pokeball designs all over them and stuff, making her look like she's something outta some Japanese cartoon fan artist sketchbook. They all look alike, I tell ya...like clones. Because of those dumb clothes. Anyway, so I hightail it outta there, 'cause I know those trainer clones are only after one thing--wild Pokemon like me. They've got one-track minds. Just like males.
And of course, I'm not quick enough. Chick's got her super-powerful pumped up Pokemon trained to stomp out defenseless girls like me so she can sap me in for her collection, ya know? So unfair. But I deal with it. Besides, little Zigg wasn't as powerful and pumped up as I thought at first. I thought I was a goner when she slammed into me but it didn't hurt, much. I was still up and fightin' while she was sittin' there waggin' her tail at me. Well okay, she was Tail-whipping me, which stung a lot but didn't slow me down. But I wasn't putting any dents in her either. I'd just butt my head into her rib cage and she'd be like, "What? Did something hit me?" See? Super-pumped up! I didn't have a chance and I should've probably just run away. Dunno why I stayed butting my head against a brick wall. Stupid, I guess.
And then the ball. Shoop! Now I'm sitting in darkness. Well, sort of. I can still kinda sorta see out, and kinda sorta hear. Chick's all happy now that she caught me. I'm sticking my tongue out at her and waving my butt in her face. Too bad she can't see.
Well, was nothing better to do for a while. Just sat there and looked at the scenery of my former home going bye-bye as I was carried along on Chick's "Trainer Belt". She made it to the "Pokemon Center" not far from here, in Old Man Town. Yeah I know that's not the name, I'm not stupid. But that's what I call it. Or Old Age Town, take your pick. Anyway, she made it to the "Center", gave me and some other balls to this lady that was all smiles, and then I felt better. Just like magic--a few fancy lights and some beep-beeps and some bling-blings, and presto! I'm ok. Weird.
Anyway, then Chick grabs herself a little table by a window, sits down, and starts eating lunch. Oh and she also lets all of us out of the balls. Poof, poof, poof, poof, and poof. There's Zigg. I'm still mad at her for being such a butt to fight against, so I don't even look at her. Wurmple's all crawling up on her table lookin' like he wants to be lovey-dovey with his newfound Trainer Chick. But she looks annoyed that he's hangin' his pudgy slimy self so close to her lunch, and she pushes him off the table. I'm amused. Maybe Trainer Chick's not so "Ohhh-I-love-Pokemon-so-much-they're-so-cute-and-adorable!!" kind of girl.
Muddy's sitting on the table too, but he's calm, cool, and collected. Not trying to suck up. He looks confident. He must be super pumped-up. Trainer Chick's right hand lieutenant.
And then, there was the other Pooch. His eyes met mine, and his smell met my nose. As soon as I saw him, I would've jumped for joy, and run all around in happy circles and got into a play tussle fight with him and licked his face all over, if I were the exuberantly happy kind of girl. But, I'm not, so I just said to him,
"Hey."
"Hey back," he said. "Fancy seeing you here." He wasn't the exuberantly happy type either.
"Likewise, Pooch."
Then we didn't say nothing else for a while. I think he could see I was lookin' a little glum. And when we get glum, we don't talk. Lot of pointless crap, tryin' to talk out the glumness. Gotta just let it pass.
He and I used to play in the fields outside of Old Man Town, when we were little. And when we were bigger we still played, when the mood struck us. We hunted and foraged for food together a lot too, or we'd just hang out and watch the sun go down or watch the stars twinkle at night. We could've been mates and lovers, if that was our thing. But, it wasn't. So we're just buds. Good ones. Deep.
enjoy. ^__^
- burakkichu
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lurrien
seg one
Shoop! Into the ball I went. Stupid Zigg! Here I was, just minding my own business in the morning sun, and who should I bump into but this chick wearing all this red "Pokemon Trainer" junk--you know what I'm talking about. Those clothes and other gear with all the Pokeball designs all over them and stuff, making her look like she's something outta some Japanese cartoon fan artist sketchbook. They all look alike, I tell ya...like clones. Because of those dumb clothes. Anyway, so I hightail it outta there, 'cause I know those trainer clones are only after one thing--wild Pokemon like me. They've got one-track minds. Just like males.
And of course, I'm not quick enough. Chick's got her super-powerful pumped up Pokemon trained to stomp out defenseless girls like me so she can sap me in for her collection, ya know? So unfair. But I deal with it. Besides, little Zigg wasn't as powerful and pumped up as I thought at first. I thought I was a goner when she slammed into me but it didn't hurt, much. I was still up and fightin' while she was sittin' there waggin' her tail at me. Well okay, she was Tail-whipping me, which stung a lot but didn't slow me down. But I wasn't putting any dents in her either. I'd just butt my head into her rib cage and she'd be like, "What? Did something hit me?" See? Super-pumped up! I didn't have a chance and I should've probably just run away. Dunno why I stayed butting my head against a brick wall. Stupid, I guess.
And then the ball. Shoop! Now I'm sitting in darkness. Well, sort of. I can still kinda sorta see out, and kinda sorta hear. Chick's all happy now that she caught me. I'm sticking my tongue out at her and waving my butt in her face. Too bad she can't see.
Well, was nothing better to do for a while. Just sat there and looked at the scenery of my former home going bye-bye as I was carried along on Chick's "Trainer Belt". She made it to the "Pokemon Center" not far from here, in Old Man Town. Yeah I know that's not the name, I'm not stupid. But that's what I call it. Or Old Age Town, take your pick. Anyway, she made it to the "Center", gave me and some other balls to this lady that was all smiles, and then I felt better. Just like magic--a few fancy lights and some beep-beeps and some bling-blings, and presto! I'm ok. Weird.
Anyway, then Chick grabs herself a little table by a window, sits down, and starts eating lunch. Oh and she also lets all of us out of the balls. Poof, poof, poof, poof, and poof. There's Zigg. I'm still mad at her for being such a butt to fight against, so I don't even look at her. Wurmple's all crawling up on her table lookin' like he wants to be lovey-dovey with his newfound Trainer Chick. But she looks annoyed that he's hangin' his pudgy slimy self so close to her lunch, and she pushes him off the table. I'm amused. Maybe Trainer Chick's not so "Ohhh-I-love-Pokemon-so-much-they're-so-cute-and-adorable!!" kind of girl.
Muddy's sitting on the table too, but he's calm, cool, and collected. Not trying to suck up. He looks confident. He must be super pumped-up. Trainer Chick's right hand lieutenant.
And then, there was the other Pooch. His eyes met mine, and his smell met my nose. As soon as I saw him, I would've jumped for joy, and run all around in happy circles and got into a play tussle fight with him and licked his face all over, if I were the exuberantly happy kind of girl. But, I'm not, so I just said to him,
"Hey."
"Hey back," he said. "Fancy seeing you here." He wasn't the exuberantly happy type either.
"Likewise, Pooch."
Then we didn't say nothing else for a while. I think he could see I was lookin' a little glum. And when we get glum, we don't talk. Lot of pointless crap, tryin' to talk out the glumness. Gotta just let it pass.
He and I used to play in the fields outside of Old Man Town, when we were little. And when we were bigger we still played, when the mood struck us. We hunted and foraged for food together a lot too, or we'd just hang out and watch the sun go down or watch the stars twinkle at night. We could've been mates and lovers, if that was our thing. But, it wasn't. So we're just buds. Good ones. Deep.