From: Steve-B, the Inevetably Returning Great White Dope (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: [pw!F] Apples and Lamb
Date: 2000-12-22 13:48:19 PST
Well, bear with me. This is my first PW!, so here is hoping its ok. Enjoy!
Saffron city had changed since Wesley had been there last. He didn't even
recognise the Pokemon Centre as he walked in. Stairs, it had stairs!
However, it had one thing he had learned to rely on: tired pokemon trainers.
It was late, dark and quiet, the perfect time for Wesley to strike. The
first person he came to was a young boy, possibly around 13, maybe 12. His
back-pack was his pillow. "Best not risk it" thought Wesley. Ah! Now this
was more like it. A girl, maybe 14 years old, slept with a bag by her side,
half open. Looking around to make sure Nurse Joy was not watching, Wesley
slid his hand into a the hole.
"Lets see" he thought. His hand felt around, at first. There was a round
object, a pokeball? Probably. He kept on reaching until he came to something
cold, plastic. A Pokedex? Most likely. Tempting, but Wesley knew these were
easy enough to trace. His hand rested on a round item again. 2 Pokeballs?
No, this one was not round, it was smooth, but seemed to slope of at the
top. An apple? He squeezed it, and sure enough, a little juice smeared over
his hand. Mmmmmm, apples. Slowly, he pulled the apple out. After careful
consideration, he decided that this was a very good apple, and slid it into
his own pocket. Now, he needed an antidote. If he had learned one thing as a
trainer, it was that poisoned Pokemon were cranky. Perhaps this trainer had
an antidote! He reached in again, looking for anything that fitted the
description of an antidote. Low and behold, he found something alright.
"A hyper-potion!" he thought to himself, and slid this into his pocket.
Pleased with his work, Wesley went back to the canteen. There were one or
two older trainers there, discussing something about the prices of TMs these
days. Un-interested, Wesley made his way to the serving hatch.
"Good evening." he purred to the dinner lady. "What are you doing out this
late?" She stared at him sideways, unimpressed.
"What`ll it be, Romeo? The soups cold, but there is some good lamb left"
"Lamb it is. The bill, please?" asked Wesley, sarcastically. The woman
dropped the lamb onto the tray, along side some potatoes, and some
unpleasantly thick gravy.
"Get outta here, kid." she moaned. Wesley raised his imaginary hat, turned,
and left to find a table that didn't have what used to be meat on it, and
"So, I wanted Double Team, and it was over a grand!" Some guy shouted.
Wesley laughed, and continued to eat his meat. It was quite nice. A bit
salty, in fact, it called a small spasm in his eyebrows. But, it was free,
so why complain.
"Do you know how long it took me to get dragonrage?!?"
Idiots. In the Celadon prize centre, there was a spring that, if you jiggled
it a little bit, the TM just popped out.
Looking round was a tedious exercise. It was dark, and the exercise of
keeping your eyes open obviously was not built to deal with 3:00am.
Wesley did, how ever, lock eyes with a young boy, a 7 year old perhaps. His
eyes, they didn't even blink. Most demonic. Mmmmm, meat. Is he still
Wesley combed his hair with his hands, in case that was the problem. Now
back to meat. Not much of it now. It had congealed beyond recognition. The
boy was still staring. Swine.
"Ah, well." thought Wesley "May as well leave."
He got up, picked up his belongings, and left the Pokemon Centre.
"Apples are glorious things!" taunted Wesley, examining his apple in the
"Char" snorted Megan, the Charmeleon, unimpressed.
"I mean, there are some pretty good fruits out there, banana, pear, even
kiwi has its own merits, but there is no beating an apple."
Desperate to prove him wrong, Megan fired a small ember attack, destroying
"Bitch" grumbled Wesley
"Mele" purred Megan
"Hey....y....you! Come `ere." a small voice behind them said. Wesley and
Charmeleon turned round to see a small boy. The one from before. On closer
inspection, Wesley discovered the boy had 3 pokeballs on his belt, as well
as a pokedex and....an antidote!
"You were n....naughty! You stole from that girl! Give it pack...er..back!"
Grinning, Wesley grabbed a Pokeball from his belt. Knuckles`.A red beam
appeared, and a Pinsir appeared.
"Knuckles? take care of this little problem, please." The Pinsir advanced on
"Go, Weepin`bel..." The (very sleepy) grass pokemon appeared from the
child's PokeBall. Knuckles
"Weepin`bel! Duh-duh-double edge!"
And with that, Knuckles was out cold. Both Wesley and the boy stared,
blankly. One hit, thats all it took. Of course, Wesley did what any
self-respecting, shoeless, beaten trainer would do.
"Wow, kid, look at that!" Wesley pointed behind the kid. The kid looked.
Wesley recalled his Pokemon and ran. Megan, still laughing, followed.
"Ah--ghuh---huh...let me catch my breath." Wesley wheezed, dusting off some
dirt from his foot.
Megan scowled at Wesley, like a dis-approving father.
"Thats it. Obviously, my training sucks. Obviously. I have only been using
Pokemon to steal, and I have not even been doing that well! Well, from now
on, no more stealing for me! No-sir! I am going straight! Its the straight
and narrow for me!" promised Wesley. Megan, unimpressed, folded her arms,
and walked over to where her PokeBall was, falling asleep inside it.
That moment, a small car pulled up in front of the house Wesley was near.
The driver and only occupant, not seeing Wesley, placed her bag on the car
bonnet and went inside her house. The bag was unattended, at least for a few
seconds. Wesley was suddenly over-come with inner strife. Then, he
I hope that wasn't to crap....