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Lurke
Topic Started: Jul 30 2008, 11:57 PM (50 Views)
Lurke	Jul 30 2008, 11:57 PM Post #1
I am Justice ! Posts: 4 Group: Members Member #53 Joined: Jul 30, 2008 Gender Male	Name: Lurke Age: 17 Gender: Male Background: Lavender Town is such a drag when you have to prepare yourself for funerals for both Pokémon and people alike just about every weekend, wasting away about the entire Saturday listening to some sermon or whatever the hell it's called just to celebrate some dead guy's inanimate body. I always had to sit behind the podium since I'm the guy who just had to be the son of the reverend who always host these stinkin' casket parties. Sometimes I would have to stand up behind the podium and give a speech about the person or the Pokémon who died and just give a bit of praise about their personality and actions. Most of them were old farts who usually robbed banks and such, so I didn't always have much to work off of. My family lived in a sixteenth century Gothic house underlying the shadow of the Lost Tower. Waking up to a dark and evil atmosphere was something frightening that covered me in fear for the first few years of my life until I grew onto it and now most things that give off an eerie presence for most people is just regular scenery to me. Everyday I would go outside to greet my friends and the annoying men who always wave at me for some odd reason I have yet to decipher. On some occasions I would go out south to fish for some edible Pokémon beside Magikarp and bring back what I can for evening dinner. Life was never great due to the fact that there was never anything to fill in the void that separates everything I do with the more exciting things that everyone else seems to reach for or already have nowadays. I've always thought about going through the process of catching my own Pokémon and going on adventures with one, doing nothing else besides training, eating, sleeping, and mostly all the other essential stuff I do on a daily basis. But doing all that would take too much time and, more importantly, too much work to deal with. My friends, however, didn't want to give me up to becoming a reverend like my dad and pushed me into places to find a Pokémon to capture. I always tried to escape from their peer pressure until one day they finally asked me if I would rather be some geezer who stood up on a podium all day, wasting away my life roasting other people's corpse. I shuddered at the thought and decided that maybe the Trainer life might be a bit less gruesome than that and agreed to their plans. One of my friends, an expert pickpocket, snatched a Pokeball from one of the elderly folks and gave it to me to use while I was in the Rock Tunnels, the location where I was going to search for a Pokémon to capture. I didn't know whether the guy was just uneducated in the mechanics of Pokémon or has never gone through the process of having an actual Pokémon. I told him to return the Pokeball back to the person he stole it from and took one of his own Pokémon that may have a chance of listening to what I say. Sometime around noon I entered the Rock Tunnels with the Pokémon my friend lent me and a fully charged flashlight that will hold me for at least a day if I somehow get lost. Even when the sun outside was blazing, I already had trouble seeing inside the dimly lit cave with a Hoothoot perching on my shoulder. Walking around for at least 20 minutes inside a cave felt endless and exhausting since I was not able to track every little thing down. I would sometimes see a Zubat or a Sandshrew, but it would always sneak back into the darkness where the Hoothoot was not cooperative enough to respond the Pokémon's current location. I sighed and began retracing my steps back outside before I heard a shrieking emanating throughout the tunnel. I didn't know whether the shriek was either deep down into the cavern or right around my feet but the echoes felt pretty close to me. I began running desperately in random directions in hopes of finding natural light to retreat out from. A futile attempt, however, I kept hearing the annoying shrill of the bat like scream. After what felt like another ten minutes, I bent down to my knees to catch my breath and recalled the Hoothoot before it falls off my shoulder. I panted for a few seconds and then stopped, hearing an oddly familiar puffing near me. I raised my flashlight in front of my face and then jumped back with my heart pumping vigorously from the demon I just saw. "What the hell was that"?! The thing who had the same eerie voice as the frequent shrieks I heard awhile back cackled mawkishly and reappeared with those damned creepy diamond eyes sneaking up on my face. I didn't move a muscle as it stared deep into my eyes like that. I just stared back with wide, round eyes and waited to see what it wanted with me. For a while, I felt like I was reading into the creature's mind, passed the glowing diamond spectacles. Soon enough, the creature hopped off my chest, grinning with some sort of satisfaction and began running off. But after what it did to me for the past hour, I wasn't going to let this menace escape Scot-free. I sent out the Hoothoot again and told it to use Hypnosis, lulling the runaway Pokémon into a deep sleep. A series of rounds after that, I threw a rusty old Pokeball at the creature and caught it with my friend's Hoothoot nearly out of energy. The weird thing was that the Pokémon seemed to have been making itself too easy to catch, even if the Hoothoot was nearly out of breath. I guided my way out of the cave and inhaled the fresh air that the tunnel didn't supply and staggered with a minor limp in my gait from the run and headed towards my friend's house to return his Pokémon. A month has passed after I had caught the fiendish little Sableye who I named Flick because of his inability to stop striking his middle finger out to people at unnecessary moments. My parents didn't leave me any comments about how dangerous or untamed Flick could be but instead kept on moving along with their lives as though Flick didn't really exist to them. I shrugged off the fact my parents acted so oblivious around Flick and kept on playing and teaching him things he should know if he was going to be taken under my wing. He acted surprisingly loyal and trustworthy around me and responded to my lectures without any profanity and just listened like a domesticated animal. Although when he is exposed to the public it becomes difficult to control him since he goes berserk and plays seemingly harmless pranks on the townspeople. After a while, I had almost forgotten about why I wanted to catch a Pokémon in the first place until something sparked up inside my head and made me think about the idea of Flick and me going on a journey. Would it have been better for me to leave so suddenly like this? Flick and I have created that bond thing that trainers are supposed to develop with their starting Pokémon already, but would it even do me any good to go? Questions filled my nights for the next few weeks until I became sick and tired of not being able to sleep as well as I used to. If I didn't go, then I would keep asking myself these annoying questions forever until it would be too late for me to go at all. I want Flick to able to do as much as he can and expand his potential that doesn't include only playing pranks on people just to fill in the listless afternoons. Thinking about Flick made me think harder about my situation. The guilt of leaving him to stay in this godawful town would haunt me for the rest of my life. That was all I needed to know to conclude on my choice. It didn't take long for me to gather my possessions, say good-bye to the people I cared about, give the finger to the people I despised over the years and taking one last trip around the old fishing hole before finally taking my future west towards the Vermillion Docks where I was about to begin something I knew I should have done years ago. Flick went ahead of me despise my calls and used both of his "fingers" to commemorate our leave at last. I always knew he hated the place, but Flick would only use both hands if he felt that whatever he flicked at was worse than the bowels of hell. For some reason, I felt the same happiness he did when my foot passed the property line of Lavender Town. So instead of ignoring his obscene gesture, I copied it with a demonic grin. Fuck you, Lavender Town. Going to be doomsday here if I ever come back. Flick and I flashed our signature gleam at each other and eventually turned around and headed back towards Vermillion City after our fingers were sore. Personality: Despite being very paranoid, Lurke can be very social among people when he felt like they were trustworthy enough to respect. The only people he would rule out as never trustworthy would be those of a very untamed past full of criminal acts and other lowlife forms of crime. No matter how much they can change, Lurke would never speak to them in any situation without getting protection first from the proper authorities. Lurke enjoys doing work inside and out of the house just to pass the time and gain some strength from the hard labor. Fishing is usually his forte when the day points towards it. On most days he would go around town helping the kind with odd jobs and sometimes getting himself into quarrels which start out as a few insults slipping out of his mouth. In any case, Lurke's disposition towards many can become intense if they even begin to push it further than it has to be. During the years he has grown in Lavender Town, Lurke has made many enemies from his skepticism which isolated him from large crowds of people and major parties that are held often just to enrage him. For the people he actually made friends with, they get treated with the same respect anyone else should have with other friends. The problem is that due to the fact that Lurke is technically a social pariah to most of the teenagers who lived in Lavender Town, his friends tend to avoid him when other people are actually watching. Lurke doesn't mind this gesture too much but finds it quite offensive that a true friend would actually hang with each other even if one is an outcast. But that doesn't stop them from doing it, so Lurke uses his time to try to make friends with the elderly since they are much more desperate than certain teenagers. Appearance: *With* a shirt on, thank you. Starting City: Kaisou Starter Pokemon: Sableye Male [Flick]



+Kanon	Aug 4 2008, 06:17 PM Post #2
Je connais tes blessures, bien mieux que toi Posts: 187 Group: Executive Member #1 Joined: Jun 17, 2008 Gender Female	POKEMON TEAM: Sableye (Flick) Lv5 HP: 25/25 - Leer - Scratch - Foresight Ability: Keen Eye: Opponent cannot lower this Pokémon’s accuracy. ITEMS: x5 Money: $500
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