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Here we go again; Vivek + Alek Schade+ Open:for two others
Topic Started: May 9 2010, 02:33:50 PM (403 Views)
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Room…90….floor…8…what the hell… Alek said while standing up at the entrance of the apartment/dorm building that he was assigned to. The sheer height of it, threw up many alarms, one of which was dirty. Alek hated touching things that other people touched, and laying in things that other people had been sleeping in previously…like handrails, walls of stairwells, and beds…Unfortunately, this was going to be a nightmare. Looking at his watch, the electronic numbers slowly pulsed 10:00AM over and over…

nothing like starting a new adventure in the early ass morning I guess... he thought to himself before looking over at his yellow meat sack, Sparks. “Okay Sparks, we are about to set foot on our first adventure. Its entitled, walking up 8 flights of stairs. I want you to touch nothing, and look at no one, cause we don’t know who or what is growing in these stairwells. Ready?” He said as Electabuzz nodded slightly, and sparked at the same time.

“that’s what I thought.” he muttered as the two of them opened the door and ventured into the building. Inside, was the plain boring attire of a rundown apartment complex you see everywhere. Broken hinges on doors, falling or busted up lighting, and the occasional broken condom, and that my friends was just the entrance! The stairwell, was just as bad. The poor lighting, sticky floors, and rusted metal railings made Alek feel like home. Well okay not really, but made him feel appreciated that he didn’t like Tetnis or having semen or STDs attached to his skin.

[ fast forward 8 grueling stair levels later..]

“Okay…I think we’re here.” He said panting like a bitch in heat. Not hearing a response, he looked over his shoulder and watched as Sparks, was on all fours trying to climb up the last few stairs. Alek cringed as he simply imagined what kind of disease or germ that was being picked up by his yellow friend. Opening the door that had a fallen over “8” on it…or maybe it was right side up, revealed a long, narrow empty hallway. There weren’t many rooms up here, and those that were here and those that were, were occupied by very noisy…occupants.
Wonder-fucking-tastic as Alek sighed to himself, before walking down the lonely hallway. Finally at the other end of the hallway…next to the elevator, was his room…Room 90. Sticking the key in, he opened it to reveal a jail sized room, about 10 x 15 ft, with four beds, two on each side of the room and lets not forget the window at the far side of the room. Or should I say the opaque dust piece of glass with used white sheets on it.

Used as in, when the light hit it, it made the room give off a yellowish glow. You can probably guess what kind of stain that is.

“you have to be kidding me… Alek said as Electabuzz gave out a grunt, almost in saying the same thing. “Okay I guess let’s make ourselves comfortable…just don’t breathe into anything for that long of a time…got it?” he said chuckling at his own stupid joke.

God he was lonely…


Edited by Zer0, May 9 2010, 02:37:57 PM.
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Vivek, likewise, was just coming back in late after his morning routine had dragged on a couple hours longer than usual -- the pancake place had had a kitchen fire the other day, and was working at a greatly reduced efficiency, meaning that he'd had to wait a very long time for the waitress, and then an even longer time for his waffles. He didn't mind, though; he'd had time to write a short poem on his napkin. The handwriting wasn't very good, due to it having been written on a napkin, of all things, but he was planning to transcribe it into one of his notebooks once he got to his room.

Both trainer and Pokémon pointedly not looking too closely at the grossness of the lobby floor, they made their way over to the elevator. Vivek pushed the "Up" button with his elbow. Tictoc rocked back and forth as they waited, mentally counting how long it took for the lift to get there, each movement marking one second, with precision rivaling an atomic clock.

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Twenty-three and and seven twenty-fifths seconds, from Vivek pressing the button to when the light above the door lit up to herald the arrival of the elevator. It took one and a quarter more seconds for the doors to actually start to open, and two-point-three-repeating seconds for Vivek to walk in. Three eighths of a second later, Vivek pressed the faded "8" button with one knuckle, and there was a 0.0025-second delay between the button being fully depressed and the small light behind it flickering to life. There was some mildew on the ceiling tiles that was growing at a rate of one millimeter per 1,814,436.2784 seconds. It took thirty-four and a fifth seconds between the elevator doors closing, and them opening again at the eighth floor.

Carrying on from the above insight into the way Tictoc sees the world, Vivek exited the elevator, and noticed with a small degree of quiet dread that the door was already open. The door didn't lock properly, so he wasn't particularly surprised, but. . .

He slipped in silently past the man, wrinkled his nose in disgust at the dirty sheet on the window, and gingerly reached up to pinch an unsoiled corner of it and take the damn thing down. He flung it over at the one bare bed in the room -- which had a noticeable dark spot -- and reached for the pump-bottle of hand sanitizer on the one small, otherwise-bare wobbly table in the room.

After purging his hands of filth and cooties, he sat down on his own bed -- neatly made, with a Honchkrow-print comforter, and little Noctowls on branches hand-embroidered onto the pillowcase. This, combined with the Pidgey-print pajamas he was wearing under his green jacket, the fuzzy Murkrow slippers on his feet, and the round little Hoothoot tottering around clearly marked him as a bird-Pokémon enthusiast. The big bag of birdseed he was carrying might have been a hint, too.

Noticing that the man hadn't left, he waved a little, and smiled. There was the slightest jingling of metal on metal as his wrist moved, and his sleeve slipped down a little to reveal one of those little metal medical identification bracelets. Alek probably wasn't close enough to read it, though.

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“Well I guess we should start cleaning this place up…” Alek muttered to himself, before noticing the particularly odd guy walk into the room. Watching him rip down the used sheet and throwing it to the other used bed was pretty amusing. More so then the fact there was a bottle of hand sanitizer next to the window that was dirtier than a 50 cent whore. He did all this without talking…but acknowledging Alek with a wave and a slight smile.

Noticing everything pretty quickly, wasn’t one of Alek’s positives, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what this trainer was all about. From the pillow case, to the sheets, and even the attire that he was wearing…or hiding the fact that he was wearing, could tell someone that he was obsessed with birds. my god…he even resembles a bird…I sure hope he doesn’t hoot in the middle of the night… Alek thought to himself, as he shot a “OMGWEIRDO smile” back at him, in the kindest way possible…if that even exists.

Not sure what to do next, he quickly blurted something out without thinking…of course. “ Umm hi…the name is Alek, and this yellow behemoth is Sparks…” This was all of course before noticing that he had a metal bracelet. Not just any bracelet but a shiny object that resembled… FUCK HES SPECIAL kind of bracelet.

Alek stared at the thing as it caught his attention. He didn’t want to draw attention and bring up the awkward conversation of what it was or how he got it…all he could tell was that there was some kind of engraving on it… “That’s one of those medical bracelets isn’t it? Is that what they give you when you survive the holocaust or something?” Alek blurted out without thinking, yet again.
/sigh, good one dumb ass, so much for thinking before you speak.

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Edited by Zer0, May 9 2010, 06:12:25 PM.
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“That’s one of those medical bracelets isn’t it? Is that what they give you when you survive the holocaust or something?”

^Ó)
The smile dropped off his face and Vivek stared at Alek for a long moment, as if he wasn't sure the man had really just asked him that. Then, with a sigh, his palm met his forehead. Great, Vivek thought. One of those guys. I bet he's gonna ask me if I'm stupid, next.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he pointed to his throat, pantomimed a blah-blah-blah-ing mouth with his other hand, and then shook his head. He hoped that Alek would get the point. He shed his coat, before rummaging in one of the pockets and pulling out a memo pad. He flipped the green front cover open and turned it around to show Alek what was written on the first page.


Hi. I'm Vivek.


There was a large smiley face partially visible below the message, but Vivek seemed to be deliberately covering it with his thumb. He met Alek's eyes with an intense, disapproving -- perhaps, even, disappointed -- gaze. Perhaps it was the ridiculous natural wideness of his eyes that did it, and the fact that staring seemed to, indeed, be his natural state, but it was almost -- just almost -- like he was staring through Alek.

Tictoc, meanwhile, was silently sizing up this "Sparks" character. Awfully large. . . awfully yellow. Yellow usually meant Electric, didn't it? The ziggy-zaggy tiger stripes and a name like "Sparks" didn't help the big pokémon's case. Big and Electric meant BAD in Tictoc's book. It wasn't that he was typist against Electrics or anything, he just didn't like the zappy bastards.

. . . Okay, so maybe he was a little bit typist. But it was totally justified. That jackass kid down the street had had the nastiest, most sadistically belligerent little Pikachu in the entire fucking world. It got away with everything, too, because the little yellow vermin was cute. And now here was this big yellow vermin moving in with them, and the room was small enough as it is. Tictoc kept his mouth shut, though, and settled for glaring distrustfully at Sparks, clock-hand eyebrows tilting down to a two-thirty/nine-thirty position from their usual two/ten.

This was obviously the start of a pair of simply beautiful friendships, and, if you believe that, I've got a bridge in Hoenn that you might be interested in purchasing.


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okay maybe not the greatest thing to say… Alek thought to himself while watching the birdman pantomime himself into communication. Silently he watched the hand turn into a “mouth” making jabbering motion, then followed his head as it turned from left to right, in a “NO!”. Before the connection had even been established, between Vivek being mute and Alek picking it up, a memo pad had been pulled out and shown his name. Alek smiled and one would think that he would understand and not say anything stupid that would dig the grave even deeper. Then again this is Alek we are talking about…

”Well you should have told me that in the beginning…I mean…sorry.” Alek blurted out hoping to get a shake back. Even Sparks who had been watching the trainer the entire time, picked up the fact that he couldn’t talk, looked at Alek and felt sorry for himself…for being the Pokémon of a trainer that was just so stupid…”I’m sorry for that earlier…I didn’t know, but I do now… Alek said before trailing off, trying to regain the trainer that he probably just shattered into a million pieces, trust wise. His voice began to get heavy, and his throat became real dry. The emotions were there, and he realized that he said some bad things…

Walking over to the window, he took a towel out of his bag and wiped off the window, allowing clean light to shine into the room. Staring out the window, Alek really didn’t have anything more to say, hoping that Vivek would forgive him…or at least put it behind him. With Alek being silent, there was an even bigger awkward moment of silence, as each of the trainers, and both Pokémon weren’t saying anything or doing anything except breathing…

Meanwhile, Sparks was getting uncomfortable. He didn’t like not doing anything for long periods of time, and with everything going on, he had to do something. Picking up on the bird staring at him, he waved his hand at it hoping to catch the attention. Grunting a little bit, the wave turned into a point out the door, and a head nod as almost he was saying… “ Lets go play!” following up with a “BUZZ…. cause you know…Pokémon cant usually talk.

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The three were standing before the entrance to the apartment complex. A man with a cloak wrapped around himself who was studying the building intently, while shortly behind him two creatures stood staring at each other. The larger, bulkier tapir-like creature and a small larva, having a conversation in the tapir's mind. The latter had the look of a barely restrained killer.

We need to secure some residence, if for no other reason than to remain beneath suspicion. And from there, we can figure out where to start looking.

This one is bad enough, you expect me to tolerate
more? For any length of time?

He needs a place to sleep, he is no good to either of us if he collapses from exhaustion...


The Weedle squinted angerly at the Drowzee, but finally relented. The man reached into his pocket and retireved a small sphere, and retrieved the Drowzee into the device. He then made to gingerly pick the Weedle up and walk into the building. Upon entering, the insect adopted a cute and cuddly mannerism. It siddled up closer to the man holding it, and made little clicks. The bug's antics distracted the clerk from noticing the way the man analyzed him. Upon finally being given the assignment, there was a nod and a thanks, and he departed.

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"This is the building." Augustus said this matter of factly. At this point, Stings had adjusted from in his grasp to resting on his shoulders. As trainer walked into the building, Weedle kept a close eye on everything. Both kept track of the few individuals they met in the lobby, and the even fewer on the way up. Eventually, the man reached the door, and after checking to make sure it was correct, rapped upon it a few times with his knuckles. Without waiting for a reply, he opened the door and walked in.

Stings immediantly had to try very hard to keep up his cute little pet pretense. Two humans, and by the way they were acting as they went in, obviously they demonstrated one of the many faults of the species. He made a few strained little clicks as Augustus spoke up.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for intruding..."

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Vivek let out a breath that sounded like it was supposed to be a sigh. He flipped to a new page, produced a mechanical pencil from his pocket, and was just about to start writing when the door opened again, and someone apologised for intruding. It wasn't anyone familiar, and they didn't say they were looking for anyone so. . . another new roommate? A small grin spread over his face; if there were two new roommates, that meant that the damn slob bastard had actually left! Or, at least, had been reassigned after the many complaints he'd put in.

Of course, it was just like the jerk to leave a goodbye "present" like the yellow sheet and pissed-upon mattress, to spite the poor soul that would replace him, but that was a detail that was easy enough for Vivek to ignore for now; after all, people are mighty good at ignoring things that are other people's problems. It was probably gonna start to stink soon, though.

. . . Then the smile dropped off of his face as he made a realization, and his lips tightened into a grim line.

He scribbled out whatever it was that he was writing at first, and, after a few seconds of incredibly fast, but surprisingly neat cursive, he turned it back around to show his two new roommates.

▒▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▒If you're both new roommates here, then that means that the slob guy's finally GONE, thank goodness, but. . . one of you's gonna have to take his old bed and, um, deal with the, er. . . "present". . . that he left behind.

I bought some Kabreeze last week; we could spray the mattress and then flip it over, but you'd have to take the sheet down to the laundry room yourself. Or toss it and use your own. Whichever.


Vivek chewed his lip nervously, awaiting the others' responses.


~let's take a step back in time. . .~


Tictoc's initial impulse would be to refuse the Electabuzz's offer, and he was, indeed, just about to open his mouth to say as much when the door opened. The guy had a Weedle. A Weedle that gave off the kind of vibes that set the mildly-psychic bird's feathers on end in the most literal sense of the phrase. It made him look pretty ridiculous.

Electric types might be. . . everything that he hates about Electric types, but perhaps an alliance would be better than alienation in this case.


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((OOC: I figured it'd be too weird to have RL brand-names in a fictional universe, so, um, yeah. "Kabreeze" = "Fabreeze" with a letter change))

((OOC2: I got permission from Stings for the vibes. The whole part with the feathers actually standing on end is just a bit of fun on my part. ;P I thought the mental image was funny enough to share.))
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"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for intruding..." as an unfamiliar voice said from behind him. Electabuzz began growling, as the intruder came in almost uninvited. As the overprotective persona took over, Sparks stepped in front of Alek, and showed his dominance, size and power by just standing there. Who knew if it had an effect on the person but he didn’t care. Placing his hand on Sparks, he tried calming the yellow beast down the best he could.

“Okay that’s enough from you!” Alek said in a stern voice, to overpower Sparks in power. As a grunt mumbled out of his mouth, Sparks backed down and moved back over to his first position. Turning back around to Vivek just in time to see his next note. Not taking the tiem to read it all this time, the only part he caught was

. one of you's gonna have to take his old bed and, um, deal with the, er. . . "present". . . that he left behind.
Alek smiled as he raced over to the “clean bed”, and in a victorious fashion claimed the bed, like he was sticking a flag in it. Sticking a foot on the bed, he raised his hands in a “Captain Morgan” –esque pose and smiled at the new visitor.

“Well I guess buddy, that fun bed over there is yours.” Alek said as he chuckled a bit before going back to himself.
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It was at this point that Stings noticed the Pokémon the two humans possessed. Another dose of extreme willpower was needed to keep up the cute little pet routine in the presence of a bird- A sworn enemy. He was grateful for the sudden aggression of the electric monstrosity, for that allowed a chance for him to vent a little of his anger and still retain the image- He matched the beast's gaze. He kept his gaze locked on the electric type even after its Trainer called it back, and sated himself for now by imagining all the ways to take them all out. He was already up to twenty based on the items in this room alone.

Augustus calmly stepped into the room at the mention of the bed, and reached for his belt. With a push of the Pokeball's button, Betrug was sent out. The tapir resisted the urge to call out at its freedom, mostly because he had a hunch he was going to be made the errand boy again.

"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of requesting that either of you take it. Betrug, could I bother you to take the sheet down to the laundry?" There were no outward signs of the sudden spike of mental pain that shot through Augustus, but Betrug carefully gathered up the sheets nonetheless. With a series of grunts, the Pokémon wandered off with it in hand.

"Don't worry; he is fully capable of reading directions. If I could kindly see that Kabreeze, I can handle it." Augustus picked Stings up and laid the worm on the ground. The little worm huddled itself in a corner and proceeded to take notes on the humans in the room. One of them was loud and overbearing, afraid of that that which was not clean. The other was quiet and seemed to communicate only through the piece of paper he held. This was a problem- Stings did not like being unable to understand a human. It left them too many options and him too few.

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