Pokémon Information Affiliation: Breeder Starter:Trubbish Password: raspberry lemonade
Samples First Person Sample:
I can't take this anymore! [Speaking a bit muffled, the feed is covered a moment before being fumbled up to showing Cheria's face, where she's covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve and looking a little green.]
Someone, anyone, how do I get this trash bag to stop following me? It's unbelievable enough that it's a moving trash bag, but I just can't take this smell! [There's a small sound of plastic scraping on concrete, and Cheria lets out a little indignant squeak before stepping back from something offscreen, looking positively horrified.]
No! Don't come closer!
Third Person Sample:
While working at both the PokeCenter and the Bike Shop were exhausting, when the paychecks hit, it was finally that one day of the week that Cheria really let herself go; and spend, that is. Goldenrod City was definitely her favorite place in this world for the few she's seen so far, but it had little to do with the big lights and abundance of people.
No, what she loved most of all, was the department store.
Browsing the aisles with a shopping basket looped in her arm, Cheria sighed peacefully for what seemed like the first time in weeks. It had taken a fairly long time to get here, and even though she's worried about everyone back home, she's been told by so many kind people that things are on.. pause. While confusing at first, Cheria knew she had to trust in their words. Sighing quietly, then forcing an almost too bright smile to her face, she let her eyes open again.
To be greeted with the sight of a stand full of cards with photos on them. Curious, she glanced both ways along the crossing of the aisle before stepping closer and picking up a few to see what they were. Postcards? Write a message with a friendly greeting... Huh. Smiling a bit to herself, Cheria picked five different ones and added them to her basket.
"I'll write to them. They may not get the letters, but.. my feelings may get across, somehow. Right?"
Looking to her left, as if asking the boy in the yellow hat, she freezes when she realizes it isn't a person standing there. The Hypno looked over slowly and offered a creepy smile, to which Cheria responded with a frozen squeak. Skittering backwards with a speed that could be rivaled with electricity, she was so far down the next aisle before the Pokemon could let out a low chuckle.
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Affiliation: Breeder
Starter: Trubbish
Password: raspberry lemonade
Samples
First Person Sample:
I can't take this anymore! [Speaking a bit muffled, the feed is covered a moment before being fumbled up to showing Cheria's face, where she's covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve and looking a little green.]
Someone, anyone, how do I get this trash bag to stop following me? It's unbelievable enough that it's a moving trash bag, but I just can't take this smell! [There's a small sound of plastic scraping on concrete, and Cheria lets out a little indignant squeak before stepping back from something offscreen, looking positively horrified.]
No! Don't come closer!
Third Person Sample:
While working at both the PokeCenter and the Bike Shop were exhausting, when the paychecks hit, it was finally that one day of the week that Cheria really let herself go; and spend, that is. Goldenrod City was definitely her favorite place in this world for the few she's seen so far, but it had little to do with the big lights and abundance of people.
No, what she loved most of all, was the department store.
Browsing the aisles with a shopping basket looped in her arm, Cheria sighed peacefully for what seemed like the first time in weeks. It had taken a fairly long time to get here, and even though she's worried about everyone back home, she's been told by so many kind people that things are on.. pause. While confusing at first, Cheria knew she had to trust in their words. Sighing quietly, then forcing an almost too bright smile to her face, she let her eyes open again.
To be greeted with the sight of a stand full of cards with photos on them. Curious, she glanced both ways along the crossing of the aisle before stepping closer and picking up a few to see what they were. Postcards? Write a message with a friendly greeting... Huh. Smiling a bit to herself, Cheria picked five different ones and added them to her basket.
"I'll write to them. They may not get the letters, but.. my feelings may get across, somehow. Right?"
Looking to her left, as if asking the boy in the yellow hat, she freezes when she realizes it isn't a person standing there. The Hypno looked over slowly and offered a creepy smile, to which Cheria responded with a frozen squeak. Skittering backwards with a speed that could be rivaled with electricity, she was so far down the next aisle before the Pokemon could let out a low chuckle.