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Post by Savage on Aug 28, 2017 2:18:25 GMT
| ELLIE SINCLAIR
The day was absolutely perfect to begin her journey. A warm breeze blew through Cassiopeia Village. A few wispy white clouds floated through the blue sky, occasionally casting a shadow down onto the small village. Ellie of course, wasn't concerned at all about the beauty of the day. Her focus was on the mirror before her. The pale face that reflected back was hers, as she gently foundation across her face. She didn't need it, her milky white skin was flawless - the expensive skin cleansers lining her bathroom sink too care of that. But she head to look perfect for her big debut to the pokemon world.
A rather expensive looking outfit lay out on her bed, just waiting for her to put on. A rather frilly and almost coordinator-esque dress was waiting for her to try on. It had been a gift from a designer, a present for participating in a fashion show. Ellie hadn't worn it yet, deciding to save it for a special occasion and today seemed like the perfect day.
As she finished her makeup, winging the eye liner perfectly Ellie changed into the dress. The material was stiff, clinging to her slim body. The lace trim itched where it touched her skin, but goddamn did it look good. She peered into the large vanity mirror one more time, straightening the uncomfortable fabric before grabbing her the small white leather purse she had chosen as her travel pack. Slinging it over her shoulder she took one final look in the mirror and satisfied with what she saw, Ellie left the her studio apartment.
Arriving at the train station in Rigel City, Ellie boarded the train and took the two and a half hour trip to Cassiopeia Village. It was a bit of a shock to the woman, the town having a rather rustic feel and no taxis for her to catch to the lab. Ellie almost considered turning back, the white heels she had chosen to match her dress were already beginning to hurt her feet. Taking a deep sigh, Ellie reminded herself why she was starting this crazy venture - to pay for the white leather purse under her arm. The debt collectors had become insistent lately and frankly, although she would admit this to no one, Ellie was scared she would lose her apartment.
Ignoring the pain in her toes, Ellie made the trip to the pokemon lab. As she pushed open the doors, the first thing Ellie noticed was the sterile smell, almost medical in nature. She crinkled her nose in disgust, once again feeling her resolve waiver. But she was here now and turning back meant a whole painful walk.
Once again sighing deeply she walked towards the receptionist desk. "Um, hello? I'm here for my first pokemon." Ellie said sweetly, calling out to anyone around.
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Post by fitz on Aug 28, 2017 3:31:56 GMT
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Post by Savage on Aug 29, 2017 0:24:00 GMT
| ELLIE SINCLAIR
The wind from the fans was rather obnoxious. Ellie would occasionally grab one of the long locks of her pink hair as it flew past her eyes. She would tuck it behind her ear in vain, only for it to fly past again. The heat was horrible, Ellie couldn't deny that, even more so against the stiff fabric clinging to her small frame. She could feel sweat beginning to build and inwardly she panicked. Sweat stains could ruin her outfit permanently and Ellie felt the need to hurry up along this exchange.
As the short and rather rotund woman appeared from the back, bending over the plug her fan in, Ellie felt a moment of irritation flash through her. Could she move any slower? It wasn't as if that small fan would do much good in the sweltering lab. Anxiously she pulled at the high collar, revealing in the brief moment a breeze rushed down her neck. By the time Tate has stood up and gathered a clipboard, Ellie's eyebrows gave away her rather annoyed attitude. Although her face remained neutral, the downward slope was a dead giveaway she wasn't happy with the process so far.
Ellie took the clipboard, offering a terse smile in return. "Thank you... Uh...?" She asked, looking for a name badge to address Tate before she continued on her rehearsed speech. When none was in view Ellie quieted herself and looked down at the forms in her hand, zoning out from what the woman was saying. She would nod along, occasionally offer a small 'mmhm' to appear that she was listening. When Tate had finished asking her question, Ellie realized she had only heard the tail end of the questioning.
"Um, my intentions?" Ellie parroted, looking up from the clipboard where she had begun filling out the info. "I need money. That's why I'm gonna be a breeder, duh?" She looked down at Tate, a rather confused look on her face. Wasn't that why people breed pokemon? For the money they made on eggs? Ellie shook her head, as if to clear away the asinine question and finished filling out the forms, passing the clipboard back to Tate.
"Okay, where are my pokemon?" Ellie asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Hadn't they spent enough time standing here in the heat? Ellie felt the dampness on her back and could only imagine what the older plump woman was feeling. What was she waiting for? The sooner Ellie received her pokemon, the sooner both of them could get on with their day. Or... whatever it was lab assistants did.
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Post by fitz on Aug 29, 2017 9:18:19 GMT
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Post by Savage on Sept 1, 2017 1:15:02 GMT
| ELLIE SINCLAIR
'Tate?' Ellie thought, the word running through her head. It was a fitting name... Tate, as in tater as in potato. Ellie had to fight the smile that threatened to curl her lips upwards. Although Tate was doing a good job containing her annoyance Ellie could easily see a crack like that would have the woman fly off the handle. She wasn't always the best at social cues but the curt way she had said her name was a clear indicator of how the assistant was feeling.
Ellie stood there, somewhat uncomfortably as she watched Tate fidget with her glasses. Was the small woman going to get her the pokemon she was promised anytime soon? Of course, Tate's next answer was the exact opposite of what Ellie was expecting.
She stared rather dumbfound at Tate, her mouth dropping into a little "o." Ellie briefly flash backed to a time where she had working as a runway model in Rigel City. An assistant had been mouthy, eventually refusing to get her the mocha cappuccino Ellie had requested. What happened next had reaffirmed Ellie's own superiority complex. The manager of the backstage area had heard the assistant's refusal and promptly threw her out, never to be seen again.
Looking at Tate, Ellie saw that assistant and wondered where the hell her manager was, as she clearly needed to be thrown out. Ellie frowned, peering past Tate and down the numerous long hallways of the lab, wondering where a superior was to watch the mouth on this person. When it became evident no one was there and Tate continued on.
Sighing rather loudly, she returned her gaze to Tate and listened to her finishing her rambling speech about breeding. It was apparent she couldn't go over Tate's head, so she did her best to try and remember what exactly Tate had asked. She had asked about experience, right? Prior to this, Ellie had always seen pokemon as little servants. They helped her on stage when she modeled and were usually present for photo shoots to help with set ups. Other than that, she had never quite cared much about the little creatures she shared the world with.
Re singing herself to deal with the irritating woman a tad longer, Ellie began to talk in a rather monotone way to hide her own exasperation at Tate, "I have no experience with pokemon outside of having them help out with my modelling career," She paused at this, posturing a bit as she spoke, "Perhaps you've seen me? Anyway, they tended to be owned by the people who were working the show. I have never owned any pokemon, personally. I have never had the time with all the moving around my modelling career had me do." She answered truthfully.
The following speech about bad breeding went into one ear and out the other. Ellie made a point of thoughtfully nodding along as if she cared to hear anything from the preachy nature of Tate. Ellie was content to listen until the waiting table comment. She audibly sucked her teeth, an actual scowl crossing her face. Forcing herself to exhale and relax, she would let the comment pass her by. A thought suddenly came into her head -- Tate was jealous of her. She was far past her prime, stuck in a dead end job. Ellie was a beautiful young thing with so much ahead of her, it was no wonder Tate was spitting venom.
A suddenly serene smile spread over Ellie's face. "That's actually not a bad idea Tate, and I appreciate the idea. Perhaps you have any information where I could find an apprenticeship?" She asked sweetly.
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OOC Notes: fitz , This was a fun post. It's been a long time since I actually did a longer one, so I apologize if I seemed to repeat. I am working on getting better! The wine doesn't help~
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Post by fitz on Sept 1, 2017 3:19:05 GMT
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Post by Savage on Sept 4, 2017 2:21:35 GMT
| ELLIE SINCLAIR
Ellie just smiled down at Tate, letting the sears catalog comment float past her as if it hadn't been said. There was the jealousy again. Now that Ellie had pinned down the reason why Tate was acting like a twat, all she could do was grin. Why did woman always seem to feel like they needed to put each other down? She was sure if Tate lost some weight and maybe did something with the grays intermingling with the rest of her... And maybe some eyeliner.
Ellie was so lost in the makeover thoughts that she only came back to reality as Tate continued to babble on about information from her husband. She was glad that she had nothing on hand to give her, as Ellie could only feign polite interest for so long. "I left my contact information on the forms you had me provide. I'm not sure if I'm going to head out after this or not." Ellie answered truthfully, having just realized her plans had more or less ended with her obtaining a pokemon. Ellie found herself fighting the urge to ask what exactly she was supposed to do after this, not wanting to prolong the conversation any more than absolutely necessary, and so she could escape the sweltering heat of the room.
Ellie waited patiently, crossing her arms in front of her and interlocking her fingers so they rested on her lap. She assumed Tate was getting her the pokemon she was promised, and Ellie couldn't wait to see what rarities she would bring forth. As Tate turned and released the three pokeballs Ellie found herself wondering what exactly Tate had meant by choices. How was she supposed to breed pokemon with just one? She briefly considered asking Tate what the mistake was but the woman seemed confident in her actions. For once in her life Ellie regretted not doing more research beforehand.
She stopped mentally kicking her own inadequate knowledge as three pokemon burst forth in a flash of red light. Her eyes caught sight of the purple ghost ball zooming away and she shuddered. Ghost pokemon had always given her the willies and she was glad it had decided to give her space.
Her eyes instantly snapped to the Cutiefly that had flown right in her face. Cute musical chirps was all Ellie could make out, having never cared much about pokemon to learn the nuances of learning a new language. All she could tell from the chatter was clearly this cute little thing was happy... And by god was it not adorable. Ellie wanted to just scoop it up and hug it, but the relative size made her stop. It wouldn't be wise to accidentally crush one of the pokemon presented to her.
As Bunery began to speak, the smile that had crept upon her lips faded. The plain brown rabbit prattled on and was he... Posing? Ellie looked away rather uncomfortably as he leaned back, making a show of his crotch area with his little speech. From Tate's reaction and the way Bunnery looked, she was glad she couldn't understand a word of it.
Looking back towards Cutiefly as she began speaking, Ellie smiled again at her excited buzzing and chatter. Ellie felt her heart melt a little bit at the tiny bug-type. In her mind, there was no choice, Cutiefly was the only pokemon she deemed acceptable. She held her finger out towards the pokemon, offering to let her perch upon the extended digit.
For a moment the bravado and airs were dropped as she looked towards Tate. There was an almost childlike gleam to her eyes as she spoke, "May I take this one?" She asked happily, "Please?"
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OOC Note: fitz , my apologies for taking a few days to reply! Have been a tad under the weather and work has been a killer. I wanted both Ghastly and Bunnery so bad ;-; Would only make sense for her to take Cutiefly however.
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Post by fitz on Sept 4, 2017 5:08:15 GMT
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Female - lvl 05 - cutiefly Honey Gather Absorb - fairy wind Cutiefly is often the cheerleader for her friends and acquaintances. She worries a great deal about others and their feelings and will spend an inordinate amount of time double checking that they’re okay rather than worrying about herself. This can lead to her being unwilling to battle and bring harm to someone else, preferring a diplomatic pacifist approach to many of life’s problems. She has a habit of inserting bee related puns into her speech patterns as well, so anything from flowers to honey to bees to hives and buzzing. She can get creative with it and sometimes even does a bad job of forcing a pun even if it makes the word awkward or flow unnaturally in the sentence just to get the wordplay in. She’s also not very good at keeping personal bubbles and will zoom into people’s spaces/faces, touch their hair, rest on them without invitation, etc. Some may not mind it but others who are a little more sensitive to this sort of thing may end up telling her off - which would send her into a downward spiral at the thought of making anyone uncomfortable and will be anxious that they must hate her now. Even then she never seems to learn her lesson and will do it all over again.
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I would love to have her struggle with whatever she gets~ I think she'll go with whichever one looks "profitable" instead of one that would actually benefit her type wise.
