~Shower ~Me~ In Praise~

[Flameywolf]

~Isabella ~Isabella~ Isabella~

I hate this region. I hate it, and I hate all of these people in it.

[/color] The thoughts, if one could hear them, sounded quite infuriated. If they could leave an aftertaste in your mouth, it would be bitter. The thoughts continued on in a ramble, slightly confusing to the listeners who had no idea who this person was. Although, you didn't have to know her to know that she wasn't in a pleasant mood- in fact, she hasn't been in one for a long, long time now. And who could blame her? Her whole individuality was taken away from her. Forced, really. She was stripped of her self, left bare and...she shuddered at the thought...normal for this region to see. A great way to make an impression, ain't it!

She gritted her teeth. Now was not the time to think of this. She quickened her pace, her feet pounding against the ground (a way to vent out her anger instead of yelling at the people whom were watching her). She couldn't believe she was going through with this- why would she commit herself to such a disgusting, revolting region? Going to the region's lab, an act she hadn't even executed back in her lovely, beautiful Johto. But she had made up her mind two nights ago, and as she saw the building that she was heading towards as she turned a corner, she continued on without hesitation.

Okay, so, she was being a little hasty about her hatred towards this region. But so far, nothing good has come out of it. It's been like a curse that forced its way into her life, ate her and spit her back out again. She stopped on the pathway and closed her eyes. Calm down, Isabella,[/color] she told herself while taking a deep breath. Her eyes flickered back open and she straightened her back, lifting her chin slightly and continued walking towards the lab door. Show this region that you're not afraid. Show them what you're made of. She noted that the door was made of some kind of foggy glass, so she could kind of see inside, but she couldn't make anything out. She lifted her hand and knocked firmly on the door.

Isabella Arshta was proudly foreign from this region. Her clothes style was her own, of course, not the normal gear that her hometown normally sported, but it was obvious she wasn't from around here. Not that she was trying to hide it, of course. She'd never admit it, but without her ears and tail, she felt a little...vulnerable. Her clear blue gaze, confident stature and daring outfit covered it up nicely. That's what she was going for.[/size][/blockquote]

[Crazed Lapras]

The door was apparently not closed tightly, for it gave way and opened when Isabella hit it with her knuckles. A quick shout of "Watch out!" hurtled her direction as something large and hot tried to dash for freedom through the now open door. The ponyta paused just long enough to swerve around the glowering girl before dissappearing across the vast front lawn of the lab.

A moment later, Professor Apple Blossem appeared. She grinned weakly at Isabella, reaching up two fingers to put out a small flame that was quickly devouring a few strands of her frizzy hair. "Sorry about that. I hope you didn't get scorched. Are you here for a pokemon? What kind might I interest you in?"

[Flameywolf]

~Isabella ~Isabella~ Isabella~

The young girl lifted an eyebrow as the door swung open upon her touch. They don't even lock their doors? she thought skeptically, distaste crossing her features before she heard a voice shout at her, "Watch out!" Her gaze jerked up from the door handle, which she had been watching to see if it was turned by a hand, she side-stepped neatly to the side as the ponyta dashed past her.

She watched the horse-like pokemon flee into the lawns and shook her head, baffled. This professor let their mounts inside the lab? He must be crazy--or she must be crazy, she corrected herself as she turned back around to watch the professor snuff out her hair with her fingers. Isabella was stuck between astonished and apalled. Of course, she found herself very proud of her femininity because a female professor finally cropped up...but then her thoughts drifted to the out of control ponyta that nearly ran her over and she had to frown slightly, her gaze surveying Professor A.B. sharply. Yes, she was scrutinizing her.

"Your pokemon didn't touch me,"

[/color] she responded stiffly to her apology, then tugged at her shirt to move it to a more comfortable place on her slender form. "Yes, I've come for a pokemon. I'd like to see a Ralts, and Chikorita, please,"[/color] she requested in a neutral tone. She may not like where she was stuck, nor was she rather impressed with this rather frazzled looking woman, but she was born to be polite, and polite she would be.[/size][/blockquote]

[Crazed Lapras]

Professor Apple Blossem hesitated a moment, sensing a tinge of hostility in Isabella's tone. But the girl was polite, so she shrugged it off. The Professor had once tried to controll the chaos of the lab, but had since given in to just dealing with it to try and avoid a constant headache. The woman nodded, hearing Isabella's choices. "If you would wait here a moment." She replied, smiling a little before walking down the hall.

When she returned, she was leading a small band of pokemon. Well, it was more of a procession really. A blue headed female Ralts was at the head, proudly riding on the back of a male chikorita. When he spotted Isabella, he made a small face up at his rider as if to say "the stuff you do for friends...." Behind them came three more pokemon: a male ralts who shuffled his feet, trying to hide behind the largest chikorita who was also a male. The last was a female chikorita who trembled with barely contained energy. She looked like she wanted to race over to Isabella and jump on her like an excited puppy.

The shiny female Ralts was clearly in charge.... and somewhat bossy. When they entered the room she swiftly dismounted her chikorita and assembled the other pokemon in a straight line, almost like a drill sargent would. When she was satisfied with their appearance, she turned and bowed to Isabella, her little arms swept out to indicate that she could now look over the troops.

[Flameywolf]

~Isabella ~Isabella~ Isabella~

The Professor may have been a little...busy, but she quickly got to work, leaving to go to the back and coming back with a procession of starters. The odd-colored Ralts was the first she saw, instantly, riding in a dignified manner on the back of one of the chikoritas. She seemed very pious and mighty, but she certainly had her control over them. Isabella gave a brownie point to her for knowing what she wanted and getting nothing short but that, then turned her gaze to the others. The female chikorita was instantly disregarded- too hyper, not enough self control. The male ralts was a tad bit too shy, so she turned her gaze over him. The largest male, whom was hiding mentioned ralts, was given a long look; he had the size to get what he wanted by force, but he wasn't showing any traits as of yet. Then she looked at the young male who'd been giving the boss a ride. Seemed like he was a little bit of a pushover...

Now torn between the female ralts and the male chikorita, she glanced over to the professor and asked, "Do they have names, professor?" Her tone was crisp and serious (which didn't very much match her age and clothes), and she kept the woman's gaze for a few prolonged seconds before surveying her two "favorites" again. The female got another brownie point for standing out- something that Isabella desperately craved, now that her own individuality had been stripped from her- and her lips pulled down into a slight pout as she mulled over the two.

[Crazed Lapras]

Professor Apple Blossem cocked her head slightly when she heard Isabella's querry. "Most trainers prefer to give their pokemon nicknames, so I try not to name any of the pokemon here. First of all, there are way too many, and I don't want to grow too attached to them so they can go off on their own journeys...." she trailed off as she realized she was rambling.

The female ralts did not miss Isabella's eyes on her. She turned in a little twirl and stepped closer to the girl, beckoning for the large chikorita to follow her. He hesitated before following her, and stuck his tounge out at her when his back was turned. He stepped up to Isabella and gave her leg a tenative sniff, looking up at her with curious eyes while the ralts glared at him.

[Flameywolf]

~/..Isabella [[Isabella]] Isabella../~

Isabella listened to the professor's answer as the male chikorita stepped forward and looked tentatively up at her. She offered the pokemon a very, very small smile, then lifted her gaze back to the ralts once more. She was glaring at the grass-type, obviously not pleased with his disobedience, but didn't call him back. Once brownie point to the male. She made up her mind and twisted around to the woman, having ignored the rambling that she had began. She did stop herself, after all. Isabella supposed this wasn't the most...strict of regions, for they seemed fairly lenient, but who was she to judge? She was, after all, from Johto, not here. Even if her opinion of "here" was in the red zone. To the negatives. Perhaps the negatives of the negatives.

Ahh, she'd just better get this over with so she can leave this lab and give this region a taste of her power...for what they took from her! "Ah, I see. I'd like to take the chikorita off your hands," she verbalized her decision firmly, with a glance back to the female ralts. The ralts had spunk, knew what she wanted- but the old call of Johto still resonated within her, and that's where the final brownie point went to. The Chikorita would get a backbone in him...defying the psychic type proved that he had the making of one, after all. She was very pleased with her decision, and knew that she'd get her individuality soon- she'd just have to wait.

[Oh my god, she did NOT want to make up her mind...lol.]

[Crazed Lapras]

Of course the Ralts pouted. She had gone through all that show for this trainer, and the silly girl didn't even pick her! The shiny pokemon spun on her heel and visably turned her back on Isabella, shunning her. Professor Apple Blossem had to quickly cover a smile, and busied herself assembling a starter kit. She handed it to Isabella along with the chikorita's pokeball. "A wise choice. Good luck on your journey." She said with a lop-sided smile.

Congradulations! You recieved a pokemon:

#152- Chikorita, Male, Lvl 5
Moves: Tackle, Growl

You also received:

Pokeball x10

Potion x2

Antidote x1

Burn Heal x1

Ice Heal x1

Awakening x1

Parlyz Heal x1

Revive x1


[img]http://pokemonelite2000.com/sprites/dpmfa/dpmfa152.png[/img]
#152- Chikorita, Male, Lvl 5
Moves: Tackle, Growl

[b]You also received:[/b]
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem004.png[/img]
Pokeball x10
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem013.png[/img]
Potion x2
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem014.png[/img]
Antidote x1
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem015.png[/img]
Burn Heal x1
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem016.png[/img]
Ice Heal x1
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem017.png[/img]
Awakening x1
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem018.png[/img]
Parlyz Heal x1
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem024.png[/img]
Revive x1  


[Flameywolf]

~/..Isabella [[Isabella]] Isabella../~

Isabella watched the ralts coolly while the professor made the starter kit for her. It appeared that she had injured the ralts' feelings, but the girl would get over it the next time a trainer came around. Her eyes lifted to A.B. and she dipped her head stiffly, accepting the pack- and the Chikorita's pokeball- curtly. Then she swept out of the lab, almost as if she was leaving as quickly as she could, for she really didn't want to stay. She'd name the pokemon later, but right now...she needed to move.

~/..Thread [[Isabella]] Closed../~

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