Post by crystal on Jun 5, 2012 7:51:26 GMT -6
There was a lot that you could say about the boy. One of the first things I would think you'd need to ask, in my "Professional" opinion, is "Who are you?" No matter if you just met him or you've known him your whole life, you would probably find this statement accurate. At least...currently.
He stared at entrance to the Laboratory, his face wearing a strong look of disapproval. Already, "Diamos" didn't like the little set up? Was it supposed to be cute, that the Laboratory was so small and probably had even less items in it? Was he supposed to be impressed, if he had to open the door himself? He walked up to it, watching silently with his eyes.
What Pokemon could be waiting for him here? Hopefully nothing that was too weak or lame - all the useless little Pokemon need not apply for him. Heck, his sister tried to once pawn a Charimander off onto his hands. (never mind that he had no sister) He didn't take to the cute little Pokemon, batting it's tiny and useless little eyes with such a sickening sweet smile plastered over his face. "What the [Faretch'd] am I supposed to do with this ugly little thing?!" Was his snide, and very mean reply. It caused his sister to become very ill with him, and the little Charmander to weep out of fear.
Because they were useless cry babies and they always had some kind of problem.
He relented to himself, taking in a deep sigh. If I don't go in there, then I'll never get anything. He gripped the door with his hand, slowly turning the handle to push it open. After he had parted the door apart, he just shoved it completely opened and seemed to have jumped through the threshold all at once, he rushed inside so quickly. "I'm here!"
He announced his arrival like it actually mattered. Like anyone really cared and maybe even like the world should bend down and kiss the very ground he stood upon. "Where's my Pokemon already?!" He barked out, his eyes narrowing as he examining the room. And it had better be something good.
In fact, he might leave if he didn't see a Legendary. Or...at least a Dragonite. [Horsea], it wasn't like they couldn't afford to give him one. They should already know that he deserved the best of the best. Maybe even an ARCEUS....but, weren't they pretty useless Legendaries? Oooooh, I'm SO scared of your Judgement! Please don't look harshly upon me, all-mighty one!
Get lost! He didn't have time to play call-boy to a bunch of huffed up Legendaries. Give him something like Mewtwo - something that made sense. Something with POWER! Nothing like that little Charmander his sister tried to give him. (Again...even though that never happened).
He stared at entrance to the Laboratory, his face wearing a strong look of disapproval. Already, "Diamos" didn't like the little set up? Was it supposed to be cute, that the Laboratory was so small and probably had even less items in it? Was he supposed to be impressed, if he had to open the door himself? He walked up to it, watching silently with his eyes.
What Pokemon could be waiting for him here? Hopefully nothing that was too weak or lame - all the useless little Pokemon need not apply for him. Heck, his sister tried to once pawn a Charimander off onto his hands. (never mind that he had no sister) He didn't take to the cute little Pokemon, batting it's tiny and useless little eyes with such a sickening sweet smile plastered over his face. "What the [Faretch'd] am I supposed to do with this ugly little thing?!" Was his snide, and very mean reply. It caused his sister to become very ill with him, and the little Charmander to weep out of fear.
Because they were useless cry babies and they always had some kind of problem.
He relented to himself, taking in a deep sigh. If I don't go in there, then I'll never get anything. He gripped the door with his hand, slowly turning the handle to push it open. After he had parted the door apart, he just shoved it completely opened and seemed to have jumped through the threshold all at once, he rushed inside so quickly. "I'm here!"
He announced his arrival like it actually mattered. Like anyone really cared and maybe even like the world should bend down and kiss the very ground he stood upon. "Where's my Pokemon already?!" He barked out, his eyes narrowing as he examining the room. And it had better be something good.
In fact, he might leave if he didn't see a Legendary. Or...at least a Dragonite. [Horsea], it wasn't like they couldn't afford to give him one. They should already know that he deserved the best of the best. Maybe even an ARCEUS....but, weren't they pretty useless Legendaries? Oooooh, I'm SO scared of your Judgement! Please don't look harshly upon me, all-mighty one!
Get lost! He didn't have time to play call-boy to a bunch of huffed up Legendaries. Give him something like Mewtwo - something that made sense. Something with POWER! Nothing like that little Charmander his sister tried to give him. (Again...even though that never happened).
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