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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2017 21:16:03 GMT
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KNOW WE SHOULD FOLD The camera's light flashed red to show that it had begun recording, as Georgia held it up to focus on her face. Behind her, the large statues that dominated this small town's square were dull and wet from the recent downpour. She was not willing to let a little bad weather put her off, however. Her eyes focused momentarily on the screen attached to the side of the camera, which she had turned towards herself, before fixing on a bright smile and winking "Hi guys. So this video should be going up today to keep you all updated, 'cause, for those that don't know, I'm here in Inset Region beginning my own Pokemon journey. Studying the fashion and skills of the contest industry has been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember." Georgia smoothed her finger before continuing, scrunching her nose "My long time followers will know this has been an ambition of mine for a long time and now I'm finally here in," Glance at her hand to check the name written there "Cassiopea Village, which houses this region's Lab. I'll edit in a map so that you can all see later," Which was a good reminder for herself to do so "but for now I'm going to head to the laboratory and pick up my first Pokemon. See you soon."
After putting the camera down and letting it hang from its strap and rest against her chest, Georgia started down the steps with purposeful steps. Her eyes, however, betrayed her true feelings. She could feel the nerves rising in her throat and knew that, now that the camera was off, they probably were making her lips twitch as they usually did when she felt anxious. Georgia wanted to seem confident but she had travelled a long way from home to be here, alone, with only her electronic necessities, clothes and some other important things. In the most dramatic way possible, describing herself as stranded would not be far from the truth. A quaint and successful town was hardly a desert island with no food or drinkable water in sight. It might as well have been a barren wasteland. For someone whom had spent much of her life hidden in her bedroom the outdoors posed something of a challenge to her confidence. Georgia was very much used to certain surroundings, and certain people; the unfamiliar could be both exciting and exhausting. She really did not know, then, which this journey would be. Just getting through the lab was going to be a hurdle all on its own. Beyond that, there was a whole region to explore and...Georgia did have to wonder if she had the courage for this. She had run out of time to ponder, however, because she shortly arrived in front of the building. Georgia steeled herself, plastering on one of her 'a camera could be rolling' smiles, too bright and sunny for her own good, before stepping inside. There was a clinical brightness about the place that reminded Georgia of a hospital, with their white floors and walls, white beds, and the smell of disinfectant. At least the latter was absent here. Gods she hated that smell-- but! That was not important just now. The door swung shut behind her, making Georgia start a bit. She shook her head sharply after. Get a grip, girl. Alright so... I guess I wait? This did look like a waiting room of sorts, after all, in her mind. More to the point she could hardly imagine that just wandering around the lab aimlessly being a good idea. After glancing over a desk at the room's centre in a cursory manner, Georgia wandered over to a nearby sofa seat and sat, hands on her knees. Maybe she'd suggest they get some kind of hotel bell? What were they called? A lobby bell? @mod please / $648 / cheesy starter post is cheesy outfit[googlefont=Oswald]
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Post by fitz on Jul 3, 2017 3:32:58 GMT
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To be honest, she was sure she’d worked at this lab long enough to see all manner of people. Vagrants, socialites, beauty queens, awkward nerds and waggly browed questionable Romeos. But somehow, some way, she continued to be surprised now and then. Today was one of those times, when the girl with the purple and pink stripey hair and a camera dangling around her neck stepped into the lab. Tate sat up a little straighter on the stool she’d begrudgingly sat in. It had been getting old having people come in and not see her over the desk or her get caught in the back when they came in. So her legs were asleep but she was just gonna suck it up and deal with it.
Apparently, even with her added height in the stool, she could barely see over the desk and gave an audible grunt of annoyance when the newcomer’s eyes passed right over the desk before she had a seat on one of the couches that Tate’s Delcatty loved to sleep on so much that there was a near constant layer of purple hair on it. The girl would probably feel right at home on it since it seemed to match her own vibrant shade. Tate rocked forward clearing her throat and dropping a clattering clipboard onto the top of the tall desk, ”Hello.” she said, curt and clipped. She wasn’t really in a bad mood, but her default resting face and usual tone of voice that dripped with disdain may have made it come across that way.
”Welcome to our lab - I suppose you’re here for a starter Pokemon? If so I’ve got some paperwork here for you to fill out. Here’s a pen.” she added, tossing one of the junk pens from the public cup onto the clipboard as well. No way was she risking getting one of her good pens stolen again. ”My name is Tate, I’m one of the lab assistants here, and I’ll be helping you today. Is there anything I should know before we begin the selection process? Any ailments or personal issues or phobias? Any type preferences to take into consideration if you ask nicely?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 10:17:43 GMT
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KNOW WE SHOULD FOLD Someone around here was obviously fond of cats. Noted. The seat that she had been about to settle in was covered in a thick layer of purple fur, that had been shed from some creature's coat. There was so much of it there that it would probably gain sentience and begin to move about if left there for another few days. Georgia turned up her nose at the idea of getting the fur all over her clean clothes and instead opted to stand, taking further time to study her surroundings instead. Whomever ran this lab really needed to invest in a vacuum and a few dozen dusters. Georgia didn't believe herself to be a snob but was it really so much to ask that people clean up after themselves? She was convinced that the scuff marks on the floor (probably from teenagers' sneakers) could be cleaned up with a little elbow grease. As for the tragically 1920s houseplants, which looked like plastic phonies; they need only be replaced with some air plants or succulent. Or maybe some tasteful Cacti would really pop in the beige and white space? Magnolia! Bitch. Please. This room needed was a splash of green, a nice accent wall covered in perhaps-- a mural of the town square. Yes. Now they were getting somewhere. That would really have shown that this lab was a much a part of the community as said square, rather than just being an innocuous buildings were geeks and nerds came to hangout and discuss science and numbers. Even for Georgia, who much preferred to sit in her room and blog than go outside, they were kinda lame. Not as lame, mind, as the receptionist who called to her in a tone not dissimilar to those favoured by librarians. It was crisp, and the words to the point. She was clearly being summoned by the stubby-legged woman to whom that voice belonged. Short women had it rough, she had to admit, because nothing looked good on them. They either looked too cutesie or too tacky. Thus, Georgia didn't blame the receptionist for her crass tone. She probably would have been a thoroughly intolerable spinster too, if she was stuck in such an unfortunate body. Georgia wandered lackadaisically over to the desk, her steps careless but she made it work. In her opinion at least. Casual elegance was the best kind "Hello, ma'am. It's nice to meet you." In complete contrast to her inner thoughts, Georgia's tone was light and sweet. Her eyes glazed over as she studied the chubby little lady before her. Despite herself, she folded her hands and her expression became sympathetic. This poor, poor woman with her frumpy ways. Georgia's heart swelled with pity. "Yes. I'm here for a Pokemon," Why else would she be here. Certainly not for the decor "It's good to meet you Tate. My name's Georgia" She flashed a bright smile her way before taking the pen and clipboard and beginning to fill in the form. Name. Contact details. Health insurance-- yes. Immediate relatives... allergies. Usual stuff, although some of the forms did make her concerned for what she was getting herself into. Which was why, for the first time, Georgia actually paused to consider what she was doing. Then she launched into answering Tate's inquiry "I suffer with hayfever and minor fur allergies but that's not really an issue. I am fond of dark type Pokemon but if you don't...that is to say, please don't put yourself for my sake, ma'am." If Tate could find her a dark Pokemon for her first then that would be an added bonus but in this case, Georgia was being earnest. As long as her Pokemon was healthy and well groomed then she would have no room to complain. [googlefont=Oswald]
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Post by fitz on Jul 6, 2017 0:01:00 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 12:52:09 GMT
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KNOW WE SHOULD FOLD She dismissed Tate's ramblings on the meaning her her simple name with a polite smile and an utterance of "My father's name is Peter, actually. But it is am interesting idea." Georgia did not really think it was a thought of any real importance but who was she to argue with Lady Frumpy. The poor dear probably didn't have anything better to do with her time than pet her ugly little cat and feel sorry for herself. It could be considered as her good deed for the day, if she showed some kind of pity for the creature before her. Wasn't she a good person? Yes. Georgia decided she was. She was giving herself a mental pat on the back still when the Froakie was released into the room. He was a little blue frog, with sweet bubble-like structures dangling from his chin. Georgia had to admit that when she had come to the lab, she had not expected to be confronted with a Pokemon like this one. Her familiarity with Pokemon who were not native to Kanto was limited, although she had been trying to branch out her understanding in preparation for this. She guessed, then, that the sweet looking Froakie was a water type (it was blue for a start, and something in her memory was telling her it must be true,) which was not too bad to begin with. What was more, if her memory was serving her correctly, Georgia had an inclination that it evolved into a dark type, which would be perfectly suited to her tastes. Georgia's impression of the Froakie was shattered when he opened his mouth to speak. She spluttered at first, before flinging her hands over her mouth to hold back her snorted laughter and giggles. The way that he spoke was-- why is this frog talking like one of those old timey films? It was a simple thought, but one that kept her staring at Froakie as if mere observation would enable her to understand his strange accent. At least he knew how to clean up. Georgia could appreciate that immensely, especially in that moment in this fur-littered room. "I don't think I've ever been called 'toots' before," she began to answer him earnestly, with a soft laugh "my name is Goergia. Can I ask though, why do you believe you would be the best choice out of all the Pokemon here? Anyone in your shoes would say the same, just to be picked, surely?" Georgia paused before continuing "I'd also like to know what you think about contests?" Both were important questions to her, given that she was here to choose her first Pokemon. She could not just jump blindly when presented with this Froakie, as just one of her options, because she would have been limiting her choices. All the same, she fumbled for the phone in her pocket to snap a picture of him and upload it quickly to one of her social media accounts. Keeping her followers updated was important. That done, she lowered her camera and looked back to Froakie with an expectant expression on her features. fitz / $521 / what is this post [googlefont=Oswald]
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Post by fitz on Jul 15, 2017 12:14:27 GMT
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