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Mac of All Trades The Forum Clown
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| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Mon Mar 12, 2012 5:58 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. GUAPA JUICE! The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the GUAPA JUICE! silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh GUAPA JUICE! air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's GUAPA JUICE! voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my GUAPA JUICE! wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous GUAPA JUICE! stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. I wasn't terribly worried about it however, since it was rather independent and would show back up after it had finished doing whatever Porygon do when they aren't being watched.
As I walked past countless restaurants and cafes, I couldn't help but look in at all the food, at least until I heard a faint whistle blow; bounding round the corner, a man in his twenties thrust a pokeball into my grasp and took off, three growlithe and an exhausted Jenny cornered next, in pursuit. Unsure of what to do next, I watched Jenny chase the men around another corner in the street. I turned to see a young couple through the cafe window, their glance was far too suggestive; like I had something to do with it. Their GUAPA JUICE! eyes would pierce my flesh were they the barbs of a Weedle; thankfully I managed to walk away without them following me.
Turning another corner with still no direction in my aimless, late night wandering, I opened the pokeball that had been forced into my possession. Little did I know that as the bright white beam dived out, swirled around, and started to take form, my whole life would be changed forever as it revealed the beauty that is Psyduck. It took one look from him for me to retract my statement, recall it and trade Psyduck to a stupid trainer who gave me his Empoleon in return; I had a real Pokemon now. Unfortunately my Porygon, having returned from whatever it is Porygon do when they aren't being watched, became angry with jealousy. It raged quit on me and hovered away into the forest. I didn't need to chase after it as it was going under the speed limit of a residential area; nonetheless I followed it while it would shoot out Tri-Attacks at me that I managed to dodge until a part of the ice beam clipped my shoulder and I dropped to the ground in pain. | |
| | | Mac of All Trades The Forum Clown
Squad : Join ALL the squads! Age : 28 Location : Omnipresent Posts : 616 Join date : 2010-11-01
| Subject: Re: Collective Writing Wed Jul 15, 2015 3:47 pm | |
| Shards of elating sunlight dappled the contents of my room as I drew the blinds; the crimson rays, piercing the struggling grasp of the autumn branches outside. There was a crisp chill in the air which made me want to descend back into the depths of my blankets. Soon I came to realize that if I hadn't gotten out of bed in the next 3 minutes, I would be late for the interview. GUAPA JUICE! The creak of the door-hinge mimicked the floorboard's call as I burst from my sanctuary; scrambling downstairs. Flying with incredible speed, my feet finally landed me at the base of the stairs, but only so that I could lose balance, tumble forward, and knock myself unconscious on the floor boards.
Peeking through tightened eyelids, I pushed myself to my feet; darkness had enveloped the house, I'd missed my interview. I winced in pain and brought my hand up to the side of my head. My heart jumped as the 10 o'clock chime broke the GUAPA JUICE! silence; with almost a day of accumulated sleep, I was ready to wander amongst the city's nightlife. Ignoring the throbbing ache in my head (which probably called for a trip to the pokecenter at least), I stepped out into the cold, frigid air.
As the distance between me and the city center shortened, I was beginning to feel better; quantitive loads of fresh GUAPA JUICE! air (fresh, compared to the stale poison that my home so humbly offered) soothed my dwelling woes. My relief was short lived though, since it was at that point I heard a grating female voice address me from behind.
"Cuellorojo, our interview was scheduled for this morning, and your presence was not presently present at that present time--" I then realized it was not a woman's GUAPA JUICE! voice, just Eupharia, our news broadcaster (whose voice sounded very much like a woman) "-- so 'splain yourself!"
I turned just in time to see him stumble across the kerb and fall flat upon his nose, obviously drunk; Cuellorojo... must have been another man in line for the anchor position, to be honest, I'd never wanted the job in the first place. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. The man who had his mouth agate (revealing his buckteeth in all its yellow glory) gave me the creeps as I didn't have a clue if he was going to steal my GUAPA JUICE! wallet or punch me across the face. Surveying the block, I found no spectators; I didn't want to be associated with this low-life. I released my Porygon and ordered it to use Tri Attack. As the three beams representing the Elements came rushing out from Porygon's beak, I couldn't help but notice how they resembled Ketchup, Mustard, and Mayo...now I'm hungry.
Dismissing my strange train of thought, I continued on down the street unsure of what I should do next. Driven hastily down the street by desires for a toasty pepperoni pizza with the all-too sumptuous GUAPA JUICE! stringy mozzarella cheese, I'd forgotten about my Porygon; it just sat there - watching my figure shrink into the distance - making that Porygon noise. I wasn't terribly worried about it however, since it was rather independent and would show back up after it had finished doing whatever Porygon do when they aren't being watched.
As I walked past countless restaurants and cafes, I couldn't help but look in at all the food, at least until I heard a faint whistle blow; bounding round the corner, a man in his twenties thrust a pokeball into my grasp and took off, three growlithe and an exhausted Jenny cornered next, in pursuit. Unsure of what to do next, I watched Jenny chase the men around another corner in the street. I turned to see a young couple through the cafe window, their glance was far too suggestive; like I had something to do with it. Their GUAPA JUICE! eyes would pierce my flesh were they the barbs of a Weedle; thankfully I managed to walk away without them following me.
Turning another corner with still no direction in my aimless, late night wandering, I opened the pokeball that had been forced into my possession. Little did I know that as the bright white beam dived out, swirled around, and started to take form, my whole life would be changed forever as it revealed the beauty that is Psyduck. It took one look from him for me to retract my statement, recall it and trade Psyduck to a stupid trainer who gave me his Empoleon in return; I had a real Pokemon now. Unfortunately my Porygon, having returned from whatever it is Porygon do when they aren't being watched, became angry with jealousy. It raged quit on me and hovered away into the forest. I didn't need to chase after it as it was going under the speed limit of a residential area; nonetheless I followed it while it would shoot out Tri-Attacks at me that I managed to dodge until a part of the ice beam clipped my shoulder and I dropped to the ground in pain. The pain was so intense that I fell into a coma for over three years, and when I awoke, I saw a triangle of faces staring at me in hospital masks with various instruments in hand -- why, it was the empoleon, my old porygon, and the illegal psyduck I traded away! | |
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