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Post by Articunotype on Sept 7, 2008 19:53:13 GMT -5
Frostii was ready to go on his journey to be the ultimate co-ordinator. He had his Vulpee and his accessories…the only thing stopping him was his mother…
“FROOOOSTIIIIIIII! Frostii, where are you?”
“Up here mother”
“Do you have your…”
“I’m leaving now, ok?”
“And your…”
“Bye mom”
“How about your…”
*slams door*
“*sigh* Just like his father…”
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Post by Articunotype on Sept 8, 2008 7:09:43 GMT -5
"Don't forget to go to the Willought lab before you leave to pick some things up from your father," his mother had said.
"Sometimes, she can be so over-protective..." he whispered to himself, then "She only does it because she cares."
He sighed inwardly. "It can be kind of annoying though..."
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Post by Cubone! on Sept 8, 2008 14:37:31 GMT -5
An odd girl walked in front of him, a bold expression on her face.
"Where are you going? I haven't seen you before?"
She had long blonde hair, and headphones of some sort muddled in there. Her expression loosened, shrugging with a light sigh.
"All right, the city is big, I know. But I still want to know who your are.... And what is that?!"
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Post by Articunotype on Sept 8, 2008 16:14:01 GMT -5
"Oh...uh..."
"Well? What's your name? Come on! Spit it out!"
"Oh, uh, I'm Frostii..."
Man...she's pushy...
"...and this is my Vulpee...oh, hey, you have a pokémon too! What is it?"
...but she doesn't seem like a bad person...
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Post by Cubone! on Sept 8, 2008 17:01:21 GMT -5
The girl laughed.
"Oh, I'm Shuppet. And if you're wondering, all the kids from my part of town are nicknamed after Pokémon, I think Cubone came from there too." she began.
'Shuppet' as she called herself, looked young, no older than 10-the age that most coordinators started at.
"And that's not a real Pokémon, it's my shuppet doll! Where are you headed anyways?"
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