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Post by Kenso Troxin on Jul 21, 2011 23:18:01 GMT -5
Well, he was here. He was finally here. Kenso had finally made it to the Pokemon Academy.
He pulled a letter out of his bag. He had received it whenever he had gotten accepted into the Academy. He looked at the letter. It said that when he arrived he was supposed to go to the laboratory. Where was that? He had also received a map. Where was the map?
He looked through all the papers in his hands. Nope... He opened his bag and rummaged through it for a second. Still no sighting of it. Where the heck was it?
There it was. He saw bright colors. Bright colors always signified a map, right? He grabbed the corner and yanked it out from under everything else. He was now holding a crumpled ball of paper. He opened it. Yep, this was the map. The wrinkled, unloved, dying shell of a map. A map with goals and dreams, and a little map family. Not really.
He examined the destroyed map. Just a bit farther down the road, then a right, and he should end up at the lab. He was pumped now, and started running.
At his pace, he arrived at the lab in about seven minutes. Seven minutes and twenty-nine seconds, to be exact. He stepped up to the door. Was he supposed to knock? It was the polite thing to do... He reached out and knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock.
"Hello?" he said, raising his voice enough to be heard. "I'm here to get a Pokemon!"
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Post by Raize Phoenix on Jul 21, 2011 23:43:04 GMT -5
Dorm: Black Choices: Croagunk, Paras, Slakoth
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Post by Kenso Troxin on Jul 22, 2011 0:26:16 GMT -5
Kenso was slightly upset with his dorm ranking, but it didn't really bother him. He wasn't here to flaunt skill. No, that was a horrible way to live. He was here to learn more about Pokemon, and begin an amazing lifestyle. Rank didn't matter.
He looked at the three Pokemon that had marched into the room. They all looked excited to be there, but Kenso knew he would have to break two of their hearts.
He squatted down to eye level with them. He wanted to make eye contact with them. It was said that the key to one's soul was through their eyes. He wanted to find the perfect match for himself.
He gazed at the Croagunk. It stared intently back. It seemed like it would be show-offy. Like it wanted to be the star of the show. Kenso couldn't stand being the point of attention.
He shifted his gaze to the Parasect. It seemed almost too timid and nervous. That could be a burden. Especially if Kenso was in trouble.
He then locked eyes with the Slakoth. It was obviously lazy, but not too lazy. He could tell it didn't want to be an attention-grabber. Kenso felt right with this, but just to make sure....
Kenso extended a fist to the Slakoth, expecting a fist-bump. He knew it probably would look at him like a freak. But to his surprise, it extended a little fist and tapped his fist. "Slakoth slak," it said.
Kenso smiled and picked up the Pokemon. He grabbed his Pokeball belt and Slakoth's Pokeball. He left the lab, excited with his new friend.
He looked at the Slakoth, which had wrapped its arms around his neck and was starting to fall asleep. "I wish I could be sleeping," he whispered. "I don't feel comfortable calling you Slakoth. Mind if I call you..... Bushou?"
He felt the Slakoth's grip around his neck tighten a little, as if to say yes. Kenso smiled.
Things were starting out well.
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