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May 7, 2011 11:53:55 GMT -5
Post by Marcellus Darius on May 7, 2011 11:53:55 GMT -5
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[/i][/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=#e8e8e8] After a long trip on a train with possibly the most ragged seat ever, Marc had arrived to the Pokemon Academy. Considering all he had done just to get here, the sight was twice as marvelous. This was a different kind of lab from the little one back at home, larger, more complex. The awe did not last for long but the excitement to see what was next was killing him. Marc simply walked into the building and sat down to wait. » words» ooc» by tag of ote![/td][/tr][tr][td] [bg=#e8e8e8] SO LEAVE A MESSAGE AT THE TONE! [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Rawt..
May 7, 2011 12:09:23 GMT -5
Post by Tao on May 7, 2011 12:09:23 GMT -5
"The staff are having problems kid." Tao said as he approached the kid who was waiting for his test, most probably yeah. He was here after all.
"Here's a Black belt. Pick a pokeball. Machamp will look you out once you've picked one."
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Pokeballs - Goldeen , Pidgey , Wingull
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Rawt..
May 9, 2011 14:50:13 GMT -5
Post by Marcellus Darius on May 9, 2011 14:50:13 GMT -5
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Marc had to make an incredibly difficult choice. The fact that none of those flying types clicked for him and Goldeen was......well, Goldeen made it awkward. 'Well, if I choose any of these, I'm going against the grain of my taste. If I don't I'm left out in the open...but then again...?' Marc turned in the direction away from Tao, defiantly. "I'm taking the Pidgey. It seems like the best out the bunch even though the bunch wasn't so great anyways." he said, excitedly. His words were meant seriously and he began to stride. The ambition and tone of his voice, so confident yet rebellious was clear. This was going to be a real fighter. Taking up the pokeball, the boy began to leave.
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[/color][/center] RUNNING OVER THE SAME OLD GROUND
WHAT HAVE WE FOUND? THE SAME OLD FEARS
HOW I WISH YOU WERE HERE NOTES i'm hungry. WORDS two million and seven. WORDS bad 8( normally I can make eight billion, easy. CREDIT template by apo of on the edge! lyrics by pink floyd! [/size][/blockquote] |
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