Conner Smith
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Some people have talent. I have explosives.
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Post by Conner Smith on May 22, 2011 18:39:08 GMT -5
Today just wasn't his day. It really wasn't. He didn't have the attention span to go through the details but right now was clear enough. He was standing in front of a door. The door to lab of Pokemon Academy. He didn't even want to be here. He wanted to be back home with his gang, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. But, either way, the door was stuck. he didn't know why, and he didn't really care. he was still stuck, as if it was locked, even though it was the right door, he wasn't doing anything illegal after all, and at the right time. The door was just jammed. Now, most of us would have thought about waiting, or slamming into the door, or walking away. none of those things appeared to Conner. He only saw one option. He slipped his large black messenger bag off his shoulder and opened it up. In side lay several shiny, new, homemade hand grenades, a timed bomb, and several other explosives. Not wanted to waste time with a timer, he pulled out a grenade.
He was going to blow the door up.
He wasn't really thinking about the fact he could get kicked out, or in trouble for this. the door was just in his way, and he needed to get rid of it. There was nothing wrong with that. if they didn't want the door blow up, they shouldn't have let it get stuck. It didn't come to him that most children of 13 years didn't carry around grenades in their messenger bags. He just jogged backward several steps, pulled the pin, and chucked the grenade. Once the smoke cleared and the door was gone, in pieces on the floor, he stepped in and announced, "I'm here for my placement and my pokeball. Oh, and your door was jammed."
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Post by Lazarus on May 22, 2011 19:09:33 GMT -5
Rank: Black
Pokemon: Voltorb, Pikachu, Pidgey
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Conner Smith
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Some people have talent. I have explosives.
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Post by Conner Smith on May 22, 2011 19:28:59 GMT -5
Okay. so, he was in the Black Dorm. Most likely his skill level, he thought with a grin. Pokemon never had been his thing. Unless they blew up. He stepped to look at the pokemon. She read what they where. Pidgey. Well, maybe he could fly on it? Eh, no. Pikachu. Closer, he nodded. Electric attacks could cause explosions. And then. Voltorb. His breath caught in his throat. No. there was not way he had that good luck. He snatched to pokeball before someone could tell him it was just a joke. The Voltorb was HIS now. He left happy.
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