Chapter XXXIII: Livin' it up in Lavaridge
Brendan blew an extremely loud whistle as he and all 6 of his Pokemon team was running up and down the Jagged Pass, but it was an absolute bitch going up, just because it was gravitationally impossible to run up this steep hill. Going down was always the fun part, but of course, the baby Bagon usually tripped and ended up tumbling down the mountainside. When the three travelers entered the city, they took their Pokemon to the Centre, and Brendan assumed that's where they still were, as Bagon flipped over a rock, and continued to tumble.
"Let's do it guys!" he shouted. He figured he'd probably go out for the gym battle sometime tomorrow, which the gym was just a large torch of fire. Who has a clue what type of gym leader they were? Warrior and Iron Heart were in a heated race down the hill, but nobody won, as Bagon pretty much went through the middle of them, forcing them to screw up. After 3 more rounds of up and down Jagged Pass, they decided to head on back to town. Lavaridge had both the geographical location and skyline of El Paso, Texas (around deserts and mountains). Brendan, walking into a small restaurant a block away from the Pokemon Center saw Wally and May ready to order.
"Three please," said Wally as he saw Brendan coming to take a seat. His Pokemon literally jet to where May's, Wally's, and everyone's Pokemon resided at the restaurant, and watched as bunches of bowls were filled with Pokemon food. They all dug in wildly. After everybody ordered up, May and Wally turned to the sweaty boy.
"So, how was training?" asked May while placing her elbows on the table.
"Tiring; but it was cool to see Bagon tumble on a hill, and then just get up, and run up again. I think a couple times he literally jumped off the top," said Brendan. After the most casualness of the day happened, and everybody including the Pokemon ate, when they all returned, there was an ear splitting scream down the block.
"Uh oh," said Wally.
"Someone's in trouble," said May as she pulled out a Pokeball, and began rushing to the scene. When she got there, she stood beside the woman hanging out by a small building.
"What's wrong?" asked May.
"They're….they're…." she started
"They're what?" she asked worriedly.
"…they're old people in the hot springs, and I saw some woman's crusty boobs; it was so nasty!" she shouted. May formed a dull look on his face, and shook her head. When Brendan and Wally got to the scene, and the woman explained her situation to them, Brendan gasped; Wally gave a tiny "Eep!"
"Old people…" he said.
"…in the hot springs!" finished Brendan.
"That is so nasty," said Wally.
"That should be illegal," said Brendan. May turned to him angrily.
"There plenty of other things in the world that should be illegal, other than old people going nude in hot springs, Brendan," she said.
"Can't they put on bathing suits?" asked Wally.
"No," said the woman. "It's all part of some Ancient Japanese ritual," she said.
"I'm not bathing with old wrinkly people; all they'd talk about would be World War II, and the good 'ole days, and how when they were our age, they had to walk their asses to school," said Wally.
"Well, while you two bitch over the stupidest things, I'm going to relax in the springs," she said. Moving down to the cashier, the woman smiled at May. "One please," said May.
"I'm sorry, young lady, but on Wednesday's from 2:30 to 5, this is old people Palooza," she said.
"What? Why?" asked May as Wally and Brendan walked up to her.
"Well, usually people your age or slightly older have been kicking out old people, and due to prejudice charges, we have to let them in, so we give them their own specific days, Wednesday and Saturday 2:30 to 5," she said.
"But isn't that still a form of bigotry?" asked Brendan.
"Oh, shut up," said the woman. "Come by here after five o'clock, and then you can come within here," she said. When they left, Brendan sighed.
"Well, we've got an extra hour before we can go in, what do you guys want to do?" he asked.
"Why don't you face the gym leader?" asked Wally. Brendan instantly shook his head.
"No; I think I've had but enough action for one day, I don't need anymore," he said. He instantly began thinking of the huge meteorite in his bag, and that circling of light in Maxie's eyes. Just by looking into his own, he knew exactly who he was and which division of spy he was for Magma…
"Come on, Brendan; don't be such a whiny little bitch," said May. "Just go to the gym, and whoop somebody's ass," she said.
"Look, I said no." said Brendan strongly. "We've been through enough crap for one day; the argument, the dramatic gym battle of a robot Watson, the semi-dramatic battle on the mountain; don't you think I've had enough!" he asked. May looked down.
"I guess so," said May. Wally, agreeing with her to kiss up, nodded as well. So for the next hour, they hung out at the PokeMart. Luckily, the man there was absolutely normal, with just some belly coming out of his shirt, and was bald with brown side hair.
"If you children need anything, I'll be in the back," he said.
"Okay," the three of them said in unison. When the man entered the back, Brendan swore he saw a droplet of blood come from within the door.
"Uh…" he thought.
"You think we should get a go at Brian's Butcher Shop later on," asked Wally. "I wanted to try some of Lavaridge's World Famous Smoked Sausage," he said happily.
"Yeah, only a faggot like you would want sausage," said Brendan while pretending to look at an X Speed.
"Hey!" said Wally. By time 10 minutes passed, May had a few things she wanted to buy, yet the owner still wasn't around.
"Where the hell is he?" asked May. "I've got crap I wanna buy!" she said.
"Maybe he's masturbating," said Wally. Brendan gave a loud, nasty cough, which May swore he said "queer,"
"Excuse me," said Brendan. "Well, in any case, I've gotta weird hunch about that guy," said Brendan. He climbed over the counter, and was ready to walk into the back where the man went to. When he did, after he walked down the steps, the first things he noticed was that it was cold as crap, and had large things of raw beef hanging on large hooks. Another thing he saw was a man boxing one of them.
"Hey kid, you can't be down here," he said.
"Rocky?" asked Brendan.
"Naw, this is his brother, Ricky," he said.
"Ha, Ricky Balboa," thought Brendan. "Did you see a man walk down here?" asked Brendan.
"Yeah, he's the manager of the local Pokémon Mart, and Brian's Butcher Shop," he said. "He's got thousands of meat down here," he said. "Pig meat, including ham and pig feet, chickens, live octopus, dog meat…"
"Dog meat?" asked Brendan.
"That's mostly for the Korean crowd who come down," he said. "If you wanna get to the shop, it's just down there," he pointed the opposite direction where Brendan came down. Reluctantly, Brendan shook his head, and ran back up to the Pokémon mart…
That evening, it was Wally who, although jacked, paid for May's and his own hot springs visit (P500 per person). They were sexually split springs, each outdoor, split from a gigantic wall. And yes, it was a rule that you had to go in naked.
"Man, I don't wanna see Wally's little wing-ding," said Brendan.
"It's ding-a-ling," said Wally as the two of them walked down with a towel wrapped around them. When the two of them got out, they heard, from the other side, women laughing.
"…and then him and his sexy rival, Seth, literally jumped out of the boat to fight more!" she said. The other women began laughing once more.
"I see May made new friends," said Wally and Brendan in unison. Wally went in first; he took off his towel, and nearly ran in. But as soon as he jumped in, he jumped right back out, holding his 'junk' in pain.
"Ow, my penis," he said. Brendan gave him a dull look.
"Who says penis? It's dick, or cock, or balls," he said. Brendan shook his head.
"But it burns," he said. Brendan rolled his eyes, and stuck his toe in. It was pretty toasty.
"That sounds like Wally," said May.
"Wow, that guy sounds like a fag," said some of the girls on the other side. Brendan grinned, and went in. It turned out that Wally indeed wasn't lying, as his entire body began turning red, and indeed his 'junk' began burning up.
"Ah…OW!!" shouted Brendan. The girls from the other side began laughing once again, as May said another joke. It was safe for him to let go of his balls, due to the fact that the water in the springs was a sky blue color, and was opaque as soon as your hand went about 1 ½ inches away from the surface.
"Now he sounds straight, compared to the guy who you declared has green hair," said one of the girls.
"I know," agreed another one of them. He then gave some silent "ow's." After some complications, Wally came in too, and listened to the girls on the other side.
"So Bridget," asked May. "You're an experienced Pokemon trainer?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I'm letting my team rest," she said. "I won the Hoenn League when I was about your age, the Top 8 for the Pokemon Leauge, and the Top Four for the Johto Leauge, Silver Conference," she said. "There truly isn't such thing as a Pokémon Master, but Pokemon Expert," she said. She sounded about 15 or 16 years old.
"So what do you do?" asked one of the other girls.
"I'd like a career in the field of Pokemon Battling, so I'm working to become a gym leader or a Professional Traveler. But if you lose, you gotta pay, and I would like to be located in a specific area," she said. "Plus I can't be a leader yet, due to age, but I know I can't be located here in my own home, because Grandpa Wilson's the leader here," she said. "But I am doing some training with him."
"You are aware that he's giving up possession of his gym, right," said one of the other girls.
"Really, to who?" asked May.
"To his airhead granddaughter, Flannery Wilson," she answered. "Have you seen her hair; she looks like she should belong to a circus…"
"Flannery's getting the gym?" asked the experienced trainer. Brendan was listening intensively, and when Wally was fixing to pipe up, Brendan instantly shut him up with his finger. "She's my half-sister; I don't think she should be getting shit. She's egotistical and stupid, and before leaving here to presue my own Pokemon Journey when I was 10, I battled her with my Ponyta, and whooped her ass like Black and Mexican parents beat their children," she said. "But I was still in her shadow as a pointless trainer, even after all of my awards and things."
"I heard that," said the other girl in agreement.
"You think I can take her?" asked Brendan.
"Who was that?" asked Bridget.
"Oh, that's just Brendan," answered May.
"See, I have a cousin who's the gym leader of Goldenrod City Gym," he continued. "Just seeing her style and all, she seemed as if she'd be weak against my upcoming skills. But then we moved to Littleroot when my father became gym leader of Petalburg," he said.
"I bet you they saw Whitney as nice and an angel, right," asked Bridget. The two of them placed their backs on the wall of the barricade. "Yeah, I remember her. "I personally didn't like her nice attitude towards me, because even though she was elder than Flannery, she reminded me too much of her," she said. "When I let Whitney know about this, she nearly destroyed me to bits. But I got my badge from her. Other than that, I think you might stand a chance; gotta Water Pokémon on you?" she asked.
"A Marshtomp, and a Bagon that can do Hydro Pump." Said Brendan.
"Yeah, you'll do fine," she said. There was silence following her words, except the water rushing from the tiny Dragonair waterfalls. Brendan thought that Bridget sounded like a beautiful girl, but he had no clue whatsoever what she looked like. They all continued talking to each other, and when it closing time came about, they all left their places, put on clothes, and all five of the adolescents walked down the street to the Pokémon Centre. It turned out the Bridget had long brunette hair, and had a sexy black tank top, blue jeans, and boobies!
"Whether you face her or Granddad, take her down tomorrow," said Bridget. The two of them were lacking behind, as May, the other chick, and Wally were up ahead.
"Right, I'll see what I can do," said Brendan. He tried not to let it bother him that she was a head taller than he was, but it was because he was younger. When they paid for their rooms and such, Wally randomly pulled out a couple decks of Yu-gi-oh cards, and he started teaching Brendan how to play.
"Okay, if you lay a monster it face down, it has to face horizontally," said Wally. Brendan took a card with a purple background, and laid it horizontally on the bottom portion. "No, Spell and Trap cards don't go horizontally," he said. Brendan flipped it faced up.
"Then I play Dust Tornado," he said.
"You can't activate Trap Cards until next turn; God you're hopeless," said Wally as he shook his head. May was in the shower, as Wally aimlessly trying to teach Brendan how to play the damn game…
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I know, few weeks since last update, but I have a good excuse this time. See, up until now, I've been typing my story in our game room computer and such on Windows XP. But now, I've got my own computer in my room, and because it has Windows Vista, it took a while before I could access my old files from our game room into my own (and hell no I'm not retyping this thing). And although my keyboard works fine, typing on it is kinda weird, so give me time to get used to it.
Oh, and even though I didn't like this chapter (cause nothing got done, and was short), three of the events have happened to me this summer; one with the Jagged Pass, it was like going up Mt. Fuji. Now that was a bitch going up; it gave a brand new strain on my legs. The second was the hot springs; because they put sulfur into the water to smoothen your skin, you can't see the bottom of it (so if you do or don't gotta dick, don't worry about people seeing it, and this was all in Japan). And the third was the dog meat; see, at my uncle's house, my aunt's family (who's Korean, because she is), they brought with them a Golden Retriever puppy straight from the pet store, and because most of her family's old, they literally cut up the dog, and served it for the main course!!! But because I sat and watched them cook it from scratch, my aunt gave me $100 dollars, and my sister $50 (usually we get $20). But it actually tasted like crab in a chicken way. But what's ketchup for, huh?
Well, that's the chapter. Please review, and like I said, this is a strange keyboard, so give me time to get used to it.