a fresh view on life [mod]

[faygo]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]sun shined down upon the earth, heating up everything it touched. he hated the sun, so much. it was too bright, and it gave him migraines. he would have much rather arrived around dusk, but his father had insisted noon was the best time to go. a pale hand reached for the laboratory door, grasping the handle and giving it a tug. the door opened after a few more tugs, and his eyes narrowed slightly at how weak he was. he didn't work out, so what little muscles he had were from lifting boxes. it still didn't help with his strength, and many doors were heavy enough as it is. disregarding the thought on his physical condition, dakota entered the room, biting down on his bottom lip as butterflies filled his stomach. he was nervous, to say the least. what if the pokemon don't like him? what if they're all out? the boy shook his head. no. he wouldn't let his nerves get to him. with a sharp intake of breath, he opened his mouth, calling out to see if anyone was 'home'. "h-hello?" his voice came out higher than he expected, and the fact that it was a little high already didn't help. man, he sounded like a mouse.[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[JENNI *]

Professor Lief yawned as he finished putting the last of his mid-afternoon sandwich together. As a bigger man, he often found his stomach rumbling at the worst time. Humming, he finished his lunch, and with a plate held by his large hand, he made his way back to his office. The last of the construction on the building had finished about three days ago; part of the roof had fallen through in the last bad thunderstorm. Thankfully, he had gotten a crew in here quickly and had it all patched up.

He couldn't have random puddles in his lab!

Prof. Lief had just sat in his altered chair (wider base and higher back) and was munching on his sandwich when his rather tuned ears caught a greeting being tossed. Looking at his half-finished sandwich, then at the door of his office, Lief sighed. It wouldn't be too hard. Leaving his sandwich on its plate, he wiped his hands on the towel he brought along, and headed into the main part of his lab, spying a young man.

"Hello! How can I help you today?" Lief's voice was naturally loud; as if he had some hearing problem. He tucked his hands into his lab coat pockets, smiling.

[faygo]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]if it weren't for the voice that came from further into the laboratory, he would have gnawed a hole into his lip. quickly stopping the nervous habit, dakota gulped. his hands found the hem of his blue hoodie, only to begin fiddling around with it. he had far too many nervous habits to count, so why bother trying to stop all of them? "ah, y-yes... i'm, um, here for my, uh... pokemon..." he shrunk back a bit, unsure whether or not he worded his statement correctly. he most likely didn't with all the stuttering. ooc: bluh, short. ;A; [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[JENNI *]

Chuckling, Professor Lief took his lumbering steps towards the boy, pausing when he said he was here for his starter. "Right!" Boomed Lief, laughing. He turned around and headed into another room, coming out a few moments later with an armful of Pokeballs. Unlike other Professors, Lief was a stickler for 'choices'. Why just three? Why not give them eight?! He motioned with his head at the boy to follow him back, where Lief could place the Pokeballs.

Without checking to see if the boy had followed or not, Lief laid the pokeballs out on the table and then scurried back to grab a small satchel of items that the young boy would need. Lief paused for a moment, smiling broadly at the kid. He could remember his first journey in Kanto. That had been some time ago, if the silver hair peeking was any notion of time. "I've got eight 'balls for you here, son. Pick whichever one you want."

[faygo]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]his eyes followed the professor's movements. that man had a really loud voice... it made him a little uncomfortable, but the sooner he got his pokemon, the faster he can get away from it. dakota inched his way up to the table, he let his gaze rest on the eight red and white spheres. eight pokeballs to choose from? this was going to be a hard challenge... once he arrived at the table, he was able to see what was inside the pokeballs. let's see... there's a mudkip, a cyndaquil, a bulbasaur, a delibird, a slowpoke, a lotad, a... erm... oh, wobbuffet! and the last one is an aron.

[/i] dakota bit down on his bottom lip again as he thought, going over what he knew of each pokemon. it was mainly just the regions that each pokemon originated from and what they evolved into, if they evolve that is. an aron would be a smart choice as it's final evolution was a monster of sorts.

the kanto, johto, and hoenn starters were pretty smart choices as well, but he didn't want to go with the usual starters path. lotad seemed nice, but... no, not lotad. a slowpoke would be a little too slow for his liking, even though it's face was absolutely adorable. the delibird would be hard for him to train since, if he remembered correctly, the present move could both deal damage and heal the opponent.

and then there was wobbuffet. wasn't there a short special on the television about wobbuffet? all he really got out of it was that they were protective of their tails and liked to use countering moves. hm... "i'll take... the wobbuffet, please."[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style][/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ mod ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 05px; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px;]❝ 280 words ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/2i3dq1.jpg);][/style][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style]

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[JENNI *]

"Wobbuffet, aye? Sounds like a good choice!" Lief said as he grinned at the kid. He stepped back a few paces and grabbed the bag of starter items he would need, before snatching the Wobbuffet pokeball and handing it to the young one. "Take care on your jounrey, kid! The first gym isn't until vida, so you'll have some time to train him!" Yep, Lief had unwillingly given out the gender of the Pokemon; oh well! After giving Dakota the items, he waved kindly, hoping the kid would do well.

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name up to trainer, male pokemon
level 5 , Counter , Mirror Coat , Safeguard , Destiny Bond

x 5
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Dex
Map

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[faygo]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]dakota fumbled with the pokeball and bag as it was given to him. to make sure he didn't drop the sphere, he carefully placed it inside the bag of items. vida? oh, wait, gym? yeah, he'd have to train up a lot before he even dared to attempt one of those. "th-thank you, sir." with a nod, he began inching towards the door again, turning around to grasp the doorknob. he then slipped out of the laboratory, his hand digging into his pocket to find his cellphone so he could call his dad.[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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