Post by chester on Dec 2, 2008 1:38:49 GMT -6
An attractive young woman in her early twenties walked busily through town, a small Eevee trailing at her heels like a well-trained dog.
She was wearing a skort, the hems of which were too short to be modest, and a tight white sports top that left nothing to the imagination. The woman - a busty, blond bombshell (say that three times fast!) hiding behind huge, trendy sunglasses that made her look somewhat like an insect - was scooting along with a hip-swaying, hurried gait that suggested that she was late for some super-important meeting, probably a beach party, from the look of her; clutched in her hand was a fashionable pink beach bag that looked fresh out of some overpriced magazine, and a matching overly-fluffy towel was draped over her arm.
The high-pitched scream of a Stallion stopped her in her tracks. The harsh, raucous laughter that followed caused her perfectly-plucked eyebrows knit together in anger.
She turned around to confront the man, and laid eyes on possibly the largest Rapidash she had ever seen. Leaning on a safety rail and patting its neck affectionately (still laughing, though at a much more tolerable level) was a tall, broad-shouldered man that looked to be ten years her senior. He looked like he'd just walked off one of the shadier ships that docked on the island, complete with an eye-patch and just the right amount of metal glinting from his ears.
The Rapidash's upper lip lifted up in a horsish grin, a motion that caused its master's grin to skew with sardonic humor.
"I think my horse likes you!" he called, and in answer the horse stomped its fore-hoof in the sand with a dull 'whump', the steel blue fire along its neck briefly flaring and turning nearly white at the base. The man jerked his hand away from the steed's neck, but his good humor didn't seem affected.
The woman's lips pursed with distaste, but she was also flushing hard with embarrassment at the wolf-whistles she was earning from the pair of males. Her Eevee, sensing its owner's mood, looked uncertain but started growling. The shiny Rapidash took a step forward and snorted, though it's dark eyes were all but glittering with a brand of mirth unique to an almost-sapient animal.
Letting out an incomprehensible "Auugh!" of mixed exasperation and feeling a little disturbed, the women spun on her heel and started walking even faster down to the well-populated beach.
---
Chester looked over to the equine (faking seriousness) his hand cupping its lower jaw and bringing the animal's head down to eye level. They simply stared at each other for a moment, chocolate brown meeting with ice blue, and then the human spoke;
"I don't think you look that bad, Jericho."
The shiny Rapidash snorted into the man's face and teasingly bumped his muzzle against the man's jaw. The human reciprocated by shoving the horse's nose away, and the two abandoned their post by the railing and wandered into town. It was only then the duo's third member was seen, dodging between human legs and Pokemon hooves with an expert sort of child-like grace. A little Cubone reached his free hand up, dragging along a well-taped screwdriver in the sand with his other. The human reached down, and the lizard-like mammal made a little hop and grabbed a hold.
Chester swung the baby Pokemon up onto Jericho's back without looking, having performed this gesture countless times in the year or so that the small critter had been with him.
----
"Where's uncle Chuck, huh Donny?"
Several minutes later, as the humor of his latest taunt faded, Chester found himself again impatiently waiting on the arrival of his traveling companion. He was disappointed to find the gym here still under heavy construction, and was now utterly bored with the town. It had no challenges to offer, and his earlier exploits "beach-combing" for some entertainment had gotten him only pocket-change and a few brief spats. There was nobody worth bothering here, except a few of the passing ladies.
Even there, the pickings were slim!
I hope Chuck's having more luck than this, he thought glumly, the Pokemon and their human glancing over at the patio area of a nearby cafe. Maybe it was time for lunch.
She was wearing a skort, the hems of which were too short to be modest, and a tight white sports top that left nothing to the imagination. The woman - a busty, blond bombshell (say that three times fast!) hiding behind huge, trendy sunglasses that made her look somewhat like an insect - was scooting along with a hip-swaying, hurried gait that suggested that she was late for some super-important meeting, probably a beach party, from the look of her; clutched in her hand was a fashionable pink beach bag that looked fresh out of some overpriced magazine, and a matching overly-fluffy towel was draped over her arm.
The high-pitched scream of a Stallion stopped her in her tracks. The harsh, raucous laughter that followed caused her perfectly-plucked eyebrows knit together in anger.
She turned around to confront the man, and laid eyes on possibly the largest Rapidash she had ever seen. Leaning on a safety rail and patting its neck affectionately (still laughing, though at a much more tolerable level) was a tall, broad-shouldered man that looked to be ten years her senior. He looked like he'd just walked off one of the shadier ships that docked on the island, complete with an eye-patch and just the right amount of metal glinting from his ears.
The Rapidash's upper lip lifted up in a horsish grin, a motion that caused its master's grin to skew with sardonic humor.
"I think my horse likes you!" he called, and in answer the horse stomped its fore-hoof in the sand with a dull 'whump', the steel blue fire along its neck briefly flaring and turning nearly white at the base. The man jerked his hand away from the steed's neck, but his good humor didn't seem affected.
The woman's lips pursed with distaste, but she was also flushing hard with embarrassment at the wolf-whistles she was earning from the pair of males. Her Eevee, sensing its owner's mood, looked uncertain but started growling. The shiny Rapidash took a step forward and snorted, though it's dark eyes were all but glittering with a brand of mirth unique to an almost-sapient animal.
Letting out an incomprehensible "Auugh!" of mixed exasperation and feeling a little disturbed, the women spun on her heel and started walking even faster down to the well-populated beach.
---
Chester looked over to the equine (faking seriousness) his hand cupping its lower jaw and bringing the animal's head down to eye level. They simply stared at each other for a moment, chocolate brown meeting with ice blue, and then the human spoke;
"I don't think you look that bad, Jericho."
The shiny Rapidash snorted into the man's face and teasingly bumped his muzzle against the man's jaw. The human reciprocated by shoving the horse's nose away, and the two abandoned their post by the railing and wandered into town. It was only then the duo's third member was seen, dodging between human legs and Pokemon hooves with an expert sort of child-like grace. A little Cubone reached his free hand up, dragging along a well-taped screwdriver in the sand with his other. The human reached down, and the lizard-like mammal made a little hop and grabbed a hold.
Chester swung the baby Pokemon up onto Jericho's back without looking, having performed this gesture countless times in the year or so that the small critter had been with him.
----
"Where's uncle Chuck, huh Donny?"
Several minutes later, as the humor of his latest taunt faded, Chester found himself again impatiently waiting on the arrival of his traveling companion. He was disappointed to find the gym here still under heavy construction, and was now utterly bored with the town. It had no challenges to offer, and his earlier exploits "beach-combing" for some entertainment had gotten him only pocket-change and a few brief spats. There was nobody worth bothering here, except a few of the passing ladies.
Even there, the pickings were slim!
I hope Chuck's having more luck than this, he thought glumly, the Pokemon and their human glancing over at the patio area of a nearby cafe. Maybe it was time for lunch.