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Post by Jormungandr on Apr 30, 2011 17:27:20 GMT -5
Jormungandr stood in front of the Academy, somewhat awestruck. Though he knew the campus would be huge, he didn't think it'd be this maginificent.
"Should've... sent... a poet" He spoke, completely agog at the sight of Pokemon Academy before him. He pulled himself together, brushed his white hair back. 'You've got this in the bag. Tons of experience, great personality, great looks. You're a trifecta.', he psyched himself up, and entered the hallowed halls.
Jormungandr made his through the corridors, and approached a desk and spoke to the receptionist.
"Hello, I believe I have an appointment for am Entrance exam", he spoke. "My name is Jormungandr Kross."
The receptionist immediately answered, "How do you spell that?"
He tried to hide is exasperation. 'You'd think I'd be used to this...', thought and then replied. "J-O-R-M-"
The receptionist interjected, "I have your information right here, Mr. Kross. An instructor will be with you shortly. You may take a seat, if you like."
"Thank you". Jormungandr took a seat near the door and waited patiently.
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Post by Tao on Apr 30, 2011 23:23:55 GMT -5
As the silver haired kid waited outside the gates of the Exam Room, a lever could be heard being pulled and a trap door opened right below him. The kid was sent falling down a series of tubes and flew in towards the brightest corner of the room. If you looked down one could see a race track motif going around. That, or he was really on a race track.
From the distance, coming at the kid at really fast speeds, a blue car that was very familiar suddenly stopped and swerved a mere foot away from the kid and around him.
"In a hurry, here's a Black Belt and a Geodude. Work hard enough, you can get bumped up. Later Kid."
With that, the Blue Falcon and the Silver Haired Captain Falcon sped through the road of eternity.
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Post by Jormungandr on Apr 30, 2011 23:56:42 GMT -5
Jormungandr was dumbstruck, the only immediate reaction he had was to push his, now disheveled, white hair out of his face. He reached down and picked up his Black Belt, and his Pokeball...
Jor fought to choke back his rage, but to no avail. His deadpan expression changed to that of heated anger.
"IS THIS SOME SORT OF FUCKING JOKE! A GEODUDE?! OF ALL THINGS!!! YOU GAVE ME NO CHANCE TO PROVE MYSELF!", he screamed in to the air. He looked into his hands at the items before him. He was not at all happy with his predicament. He didn't think the examination would be so arbitrary for such an academy, but he knew getting upset would make anything better. He tried to calm down, but he found himself having a hard time. He even had half a mind to throw the Belt and PokeBall over the edge of the track.
Jaw clenched, Jor spoke, "I will make the best of this situation. I will take this Geodude and show you what I can do. You won't see it coming..." He took a deep breath and calmed down a little. He slowly unclenched his fist, and once again fixed his hair.
"At the very least, the belt goes well with my hair. I guess I'll head back, wherever that might be." Jormungandr left the track and proceeded to leave the area.
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