Post by chibirusia on Jul 11, 2005 23:36:59 GMT -5
The automatic doors to the Mauville pokemart pulled open as someone took a stride out of the shop, closing tightly behind him. The person stood in frount of the blue building as he put away the materials he had bought with the money he and his family had scraped up so he could get a little of a head-start, possession wise. This boy stuck out against the trainer department store, for his shirt and kerchief were brilliant colors of oranges and other warm hues, despite having been faded and worn with time.
Reajusting his pack that now had some form and weight to it onto his back, he then pulled a decently large pod out of his pocket, and balancing it on his right shoulder. Moments later little boneless limbs slipped out of the holes on the side of the shell, gripping onto the cloth over the boy's collarbone and sholder blade. A head was the last thing to emerge from the red pod, it yawning a little and blinking its beady, black eyes at the trainer. He smiled a little, scratching it miniature chin with the nail on his forefinger before looking in three of the four compass directions.
First East: past the bike shop and a small field that had little pink flowers growing all the way up to the sandy beach. The other side of the bank lead into a path that soon was overgrown with grass and fertile land. That was the direction of his home. Swimming across the river-gulf had been no big feat. He and his siblings had always ran to the beach and held little races from one side to the other. He was glad that he had brought his swimming trunks though, or he would of been quite the soggy trainer currently.
Next, he looked West. The casino blocked most of the view, but he knew that the road in that direction lead past the old breeder's house, some gardens, lakes and a little tall grass. He was pretty sure most of the stuff there had been artificially put in by human hands. Past all that laied Verdanturf Town. He went there a few times with his mom, for there was a tunnel that lead to one of the biggest cities in Hoenn, Rustboro.
Last, he looked South. The metallic structure that mingled with the marshy path of route 110 was a quite a thing to see. The Seaside Cycling road was the man-made structure, which stretched over the water and land to the end of the road, which was overgrown with tall grass and flooded with water at points where people had not been able to build water-resistant walls on the sides in worry for ruining the pokemons' natural habitat too much.
The pokemon that sat on the boy's shoulder fallowed his gaze, before loosing amusement when it reasoned that the newbie trainer was just looking both ways before crossing the street. It then pulled its head back into the shell to rest. The lad inhaled deeply, before blowing a small gust of air up-wards to get his overgrown bangs out of his green eyes. His Pokemon journey. He was a bit nervous, now he was actually going to head off on his own. Now, if only he knew which direction to start off on...
Reajusting his pack that now had some form and weight to it onto his back, he then pulled a decently large pod out of his pocket, and balancing it on his right shoulder. Moments later little boneless limbs slipped out of the holes on the side of the shell, gripping onto the cloth over the boy's collarbone and sholder blade. A head was the last thing to emerge from the red pod, it yawning a little and blinking its beady, black eyes at the trainer. He smiled a little, scratching it miniature chin with the nail on his forefinger before looking in three of the four compass directions.
First East: past the bike shop and a small field that had little pink flowers growing all the way up to the sandy beach. The other side of the bank lead into a path that soon was overgrown with grass and fertile land. That was the direction of his home. Swimming across the river-gulf had been no big feat. He and his siblings had always ran to the beach and held little races from one side to the other. He was glad that he had brought his swimming trunks though, or he would of been quite the soggy trainer currently.
Next, he looked West. The casino blocked most of the view, but he knew that the road in that direction lead past the old breeder's house, some gardens, lakes and a little tall grass. He was pretty sure most of the stuff there had been artificially put in by human hands. Past all that laied Verdanturf Town. He went there a few times with his mom, for there was a tunnel that lead to one of the biggest cities in Hoenn, Rustboro.
Last, he looked South. The metallic structure that mingled with the marshy path of route 110 was a quite a thing to see. The Seaside Cycling road was the man-made structure, which stretched over the water and land to the end of the road, which was overgrown with tall grass and flooded with water at points where people had not been able to build water-resistant walls on the sides in worry for ruining the pokemons' natural habitat too much.
The pokemon that sat on the boy's shoulder fallowed his gaze, before loosing amusement when it reasoned that the newbie trainer was just looking both ways before crossing the street. It then pulled its head back into the shell to rest. The lad inhaled deeply, before blowing a small gust of air up-wards to get his overgrown bangs out of his green eyes. His Pokemon journey. He was a bit nervous, now he was actually going to head off on his own. Now, if only he knew which direction to start off on...
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Torchic wont mind staying home. I hope she knows how topick berries... not schorch and eat them..."