oh simple thing [open]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;] Thunder clapped as if Arceus itself were telling the girl she was, for now, absolutely fucked. It started with a tense, low rumble, as if rolling across a cold stone floor, a perfect spherical shape... and then it shattered as if unleashing an ugly bottle of pure rage and hate for the world, roaring, screaming, clapping right in her sensitive, ringing ears. The girl was already halfway blind and sure as hell didn't want to go deaf as well, but it seemed absolutely unpreventable given the circumstance she was in. The girl's nerves were shaking like a child's toy rattle, the sounds and smells of the storm crawling up her spine in the form of a hard and relentless panic. She could hear the thunder rumbling and roaring in her ear and then ambush her with a harsh bang that resembled that of a shot gun. She could hear the rain dribbling down tree trunks, smacking itself into thick, green leaves, and pool in small streams at her feet. As much as she hated the lightning, it was quite frankly the only source of light she had. The delicious blessing of having her eyes and world flooded with light, even for only a second, was the only thing preventing her from becoming lost. She had to find a certain building. She simply had to, even if it was the last thing she did. At least she wouldn't be considered a waste of space then. She could die knowing she tried her hardest and proved everyone wrong. The girl gingerly tumbled over roots that extended outwards from the ground as if they would, at any given time, wrap around the girl's ankles and purposely trip her, then laugh at her with small giggles of their rustling leaves. The wind was harsh but the feminine lady stood against it, hurling herself against the forces of nature to push herself not only against the bitter wind, but further towards her goal of finally making something of her pathetic life. With a whip of lightning, a tree branch cracked, shattered, and fell in wooden splinters at Vivian's feet. She screamed a bit in surprise, then simply tensed up, released her muscles, and continued on. The darkness had always given Vivian the creeps, but now it seemed so disturbing that she felt it could consume her whole if she wasn't careful. Another flash of lightning crossed her eyes, momentarily lighting her way. In the distance she could see the bulk of the building hiding from her in the form of a silhouette... the building she was literally risking her life to reach. It wasn't that getting a Pok?mon was a life or death matter, but it held a rather simple yet powerful symbolic meaning for the girl. The good boys and girls had all received their Pok?mon at the tender age of ten and set off to be the very best and catch 'em all. Vivian locked herself in her room and played video games with her older sister. Because of this fact, everyone around her made sure to remind her of how she was a failure, how she'd never have a steady source of income, and how she'd die living in the basement at the age of thirty. She'd show them... she'd show them all. The spark of confidence that was so generously given to her by seeing the blurry shadow of the building in the distance was what kept her going. Her drenched clothes heavily weighed her down and her deerskin skirt almost fell right off of her due to the massive amount of weight it was carrying from the rain water, but she clenched her fists around it tightly as if she were a Scraggy and pressed on. And, finally, after what seemed like hours, she reached it. The teenager reached one violently trembling hand up to the structure of the lab and rested her palm on it. Her lungs screamed for sweet oxygen and her legs trembled and wobbled as if their very interior could collapse at any second. She didn't care, however, for she had made it. She had made it. Vivian, gasping for air, brought her hand up to the door and began to violently pound. Now that she had reached the place, she was extremely eager to get inside and out of the rain, surrounded by cute and cuddly starter Pok?mon. Her fist pounded long and hard on the door as she stood as erect as she could, her voice shrieking from her voice box and attempting to launch itself above the sound of the thunder and rain. Screaming. Wailing. She was desperate. "L-let me in! P-please!"

[/color] She squealed, already feeling her clothing started to fall. She had the strength of a baby and keeping her waterlogged skirt up with one hand was rather.. well, hard. Regardless, the girl did the best she could while pounding on the door, wondering who would even be up at this time of the night. Surely someone was inside.

Right?

...right.

ooc: At the risk of sounding extremely annoying, an Eevee or Deino would be great But if not I like small fluffy Pok?mon otl;;
tunes: 10 Years - Shoot It Out
codes: ff4c6a vivian[/b]
summary: Vivian wanders around the forest in a harsh storm. She locates the lab and starts banging on the door begging to be let inside, not giving a shit that it's well after midnight.[/font][/td][/tr][/table]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/center]

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[Cai]

Summer storms in the area were rare, but when they happened it was like the heavens had utterly declared all-out war on the earth. Tonight was such a vicious one that Professor Laurel shuddered to think of anyone who was actually out in it. Sleep was an impossibility when the booming claps of thunder and flashing lightning insisted on tearing through the night sky, so he ended up out in his lab, working on his new Pokémon habitat classification system. He hummed to himself as he worked, the slight whir of his lights and machinery just about audible over the noise from the storm outside. Such was his focus on his work that he never heard the pounding on the outer doors of the lab, and the small voice that accompanied it.

Just then, the pattering of small paws over the tiled floor snapped Laurel out of his reverie. He glanced up, startled, and a playful young Growlithe appeared from one of his storerooms, excitably running at full pelt towards him. The Growlithe yapped delightedly as he collided bodily with Laurel's legs, and the Professor let out an "Oof" of surprise.

"Well, hello, you cheeky thing. What on earth are you doing out of your Pokéball?" he chuckled, reaching down to pat his soft, orangey fur. Growlithe looked blissfully pleased for a moment, basking in the affection, but suddenly sat bolt upright, ears pricked, looking like a miniature guard dog on duty. Laurel looked at him in bemusement. "What's got into you?" he asked, scratching his head. The Growlithe yet out a sharp yip and skittered on all four paws agitatedly. He bolted towards the automatic doors, looking pointedly at the Professor.

"What?" Laurel said, baffled, taking a few steps towards him. "I'm not going out there, you silly thing. That storm almost beats the hurricane of '79..." But the Growlithe kept eyeing Laurel resentfully, until he gave a great sigh, unlocked the automatic doors, walked out into the small outer room and unbolted the big, solid front doors, swinging them open with an eyebrow raised at the Growlithe. He felt the unforgiving wet spray immediately, and recoiled, glanced out of the door expecting-

Oh dear.

"Good grief!" Professor Laurel exclaimed, appalled. He hauled the waterlogged, miserable looking girl into the lab immediately, slamming the door behind them with a bang. The Growlithe went nuts, yipping madly and racing about the girl's feet in excitement. "My dear, what on earth are you doing out in a storm at this hour? Did you want to catch your death?" said Laurel, utterly astonished. He ushered her into the lab, fetched several towels from the store cupboard and quickly dragged out a handy Pokémon-powered heater. "Growlithe, would you mind..?" Growlithe barked happily and began to power the heater, sending a gentle warming glow through the lab.

Laurel tossed the towels at the girl eyed her sternly, wondering what on earth could have possessed her to come to the lab at such an inauspicious time.

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[/i] The man exclaimed, while meanwhile Vivian simply clutched her arms and trembled violently against the cold. She knew she'd be quite sick in the morning but... god, she had made it. This was truly the Pok?mon laboratory, and she could finally prove to her family, to the world, that she wasn't a now-homeless failure. Vivian's hazel eyes stared ahead of herself in awe, the whire and spin of gears and electricity and machinery. Technology truly was amazing; she had never gotten it, being more developed academically. She could solve one hell of an algebra problem, but putting together a computer? The young teen would rather shoot herself.

"T-thank you, sir!"[/color] She whimpered softly, her flesh crawling with chilly goosebumps as he seemed either quite concerned, or quite angry. "My dear, what on earth are you doing out in a storm at this hour? Did you want to catch your death?"[/i] Maybe a little bit of both. What the man said and did next, however, was lost as Vivian wadered off into her own little world, staring at the cogs, the plastic tubes, the machinery and technology that never failed to blow her mind. Peyton would at least know a tiny bit on how they all operated....

Oh god, did she miss her. Vivian felt tears creeping into her eyes, almost flowing over her eyelids to fall down her cheeks; luckily, the fluffy 'plop' of a towel falling at her feet, along with the sudden heat the overflowed the atmosphere. She muttered multiple thanks to the man, along with a bit of praise, under her breath and took the generous gift, wrapping the towels around her shoulders and nearly purring in delight. Her eyelids fell and she finally felt the cold on her shoulders and upper arms vanish in a warm, delightful bliss. And then she opened her eyes and was met with fluffy orange and cream fur.

With a loud squeal, she rushed over to the fire dog and completely forgot the man had asked her a question. "Oh my, what a handsome boy!"[/color] She cooed as she gently withdrew her trembling hands to rub and scratch the sides of his face and ears lovingly, not able to hold back a stream of giggles. Growlithe was her favorite Pok?mon; they were the most loyal creatures on earth to those who had the privilege of gaining such a thing, and they were also amazingly soft, cuddly, affectionate, and warm.

Perhaps it was a good thing that she had been caught in the chilly storm, as she now appreciated the Pok?mon and it's beaming warmth more than anything.

ooc: Growlithe hnnghhhh!! 8DDD
tunes: Secondhand Serenade - A Twist In My Story
codes: ff4c6a vivian[/b]
summary: Vivian wanders around the forest in a harsh storm. She locates the lab and starts banging on the door begging to be let inside, not giving a shit that it's well after midnight.[/font][/td][/tr][/table]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/center]

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[Cai]

Professor Laurel watched in bemusement as the girl seemed in a stupor, silently taking in the sight of his gleaming laboratory, its newly-installed machinery loudly advertising the fact that he was very much interested in Pokémon science. He couldn't fault the girl her interest in his lab, though, and he felt a jump of pride at the awe in her face. Yet the mood shifted and the girl's sorrows seemed to bubble up like a fountain as tears began to form in her eyes.

Laurel tactfully pretended not to notice, never having been one who believed in mollycoddling and platitudinous comfort, but he felt significant relief as the happy-go-lucky little Growlithe distracted the girl from whatever it was that troubled her. The energetic little thing yipped in delight at having someone to fully appreciate his soft fur and adorable demeanour, and Laurel could almost imagine the smug words Growlithe would say to him. See, he'd say, at least someone thinks I'm cute. Laurel rolled his eyes at the thought while the Pokémon closed his eyes and wagged his tufty tail in happiness as the girl patted him. Laurel smiled to himself.

"Now, my dear girl, you must tell me. What brings you to my laboratory at this hour? I'm certainly not accustomed to having visitors arrive in the early hours emerging from the worst storm to hit the town in years," Laurel remarked, leaning on the edge of a desk as he inspected the girl. He found it hard to judge her age, because she looked very young, but that might have been because her current drenched condition made her look even smaller than she probably was normally. There was no way she was out of her teen years, though, and he felt concerned that one so young was out alone in such conditions. "I'm afraid I will insist you stay here at least until morning," he said lightly "as I'm not in the habit of allowing youngsters to catch their deaths of cold." A thought occurred to him and he frowned.

"You haven't come here just to collect a starter Pokémon, have you?" he said, suddenly aghast. He'd seen young trainers do some weird things to start their journeys before, but nobody had ever battled a life-threatening storm just to get to his lab...

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[/i] He spoke firmly, but wasn't at all rude. "I'm afraid I will insist you stay here at least until morning, as I'm not in the habit of allowing youngsters to catch their deaths of cold."[/b][/i]

Great. What was she going to tell him? She bit her lip softly; she had seen what her parents had thought of her confession. It was the entire reason she was here in the first place... however, Vivian couldn't help but want to tell the world. She couldn't tell this man the truth; surely, just like her parents had, he'd kick her out into the storm. She thought for a moment, panicking on what to tell him, but she caught a rather lucky break when the man finally spoke more. "You haven't come here just to collect a starter Pokémon, have you?"[/i]

She practically chewed on her lip. "W-well... yeah,"[/b] She squeaked, flinching as if she were preparing herself for a good, swift smack in the face. When nothing came, she looked at the man and had to choke out her words as she brought her Growlithe friend close to her chest, trying her best not to suffocate the poor thing. She buried her nose in his soft, plush fur and inhaled his scent. The smell of dog, to most, was disgusting; but Vivian had always found it extremely comforting. "My... entire family. They don't like me. So when I was kicked out of the house, I just... I had to prove to someone I'm not a true failure, rain or sleet or snow, you see...?"[/b]

She trailed off, whimpering softly as she clutched to the puppy like it was her life source. "I'm not a criminal, sir. I promise..."[/b]

ooc: Gooossssh I love this Growlithe and Professor ;o;
tunes: FFXIII - Kimi Ga Iru Kara
codes: ff4c6a vivian[/b]
summary: Vivian wanders around the forest in a harsh storm. She locates the lab and starts banging on the door begging to be let inside, not giving a shit that it's well after midnight.[/font][/td][/tr][/table]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/center]

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[Cai]

Professor Laurel rubbed his eyes, more out of anticipation of what appeared to be a rather fraught conversation for such a late - or should that be early? - hour than out of actual tiredness. He was used to sleeping odd hours, or even not at all, and was fortunate in not needing a great deal to be able to function. Which was just as well, since his presence in the lab was rather opportune, all things considered.

He studied the girl for a moment. Troubled teenagers were not a new prospect for him. Over the years all manner of young trainers had passed through his doors - some were happy, excited, ready to go, and they left as soon as they could. Some were nervous, pushed into trainerhood by eager parents, and they looked to the kindly professor for a few words of comfort before they left. And some were from very difficult backgrounds, and though there was often little he could do, Laurel was always ready to hear the concerns of others as a discreet and neutral listener.

"Well. Now I certainly didn't think you were that," he remarked, pulling up a chair. "Why don't you start at the beginning? What's your name?" he asked, not keen to hand over Pokémon to people obviously troubled and push them out into the storm. He would, at the very least, establish that this young girl was capable of travelling alone with a Pokémon. He rested his palms on his knees and watched her and the Growlithe speculatively. Well, they seemed to get along well. "You have no place of residence?" he said concernedly. "Then, ah, do you have any idea how you will provide for yourself in future? Have you a plan?"

[[oops he's really delaying giving her Pokémon xD;; he wants her whole story]]