From: Marco262 (email@example.com)
Subject: [PW!] Rehearsal
"Popsicle? Hahaha!! That's a good one Rivet!"
Jason clapped his hand together with the claw of his Charmeleon next
to him. Jason laughed out loud into the evening of the forest clearing
on the outskirts of Viridian. Rivet gave him a toothy grin, his eyes
shining under the visor of his helicopter pilot's helmet. A Jynx stood
across from them with her hands on her hips and death in her eyes. She
dealt them both a Doubleslap and tossed her colorful, braided hair
before storming off in a huff.
Jason tried to surpress giggles from his spot on the floor, and
Rivet was rubbing his jaw, still smiling. A Chansey looked up from a
cooking pot it had been cooking a meal of macaroni in.
Rivet smiled disarmingly at DJ and
spread his arms wide.
Dj said, ignoring Rivet's comment,
Jason rubbed the back of his head with one hand and dug his toe into
the dirt. "Yeah, you're right. We should be practicing anyways." Jason
looked around the camp. Ella was nowhere in sight, but he was certain
she'd be back in time for the concert. A Marowak was practicing on an
electric drum set through headphones. DJ was cooking dinner, looking a
little more irritated the before. Rivet was tuning his guitar and
hooking it up to the speakers and amplifiers.
"Hey, where's Wolfgang?" Jason wondered out loud.
DJ said, pointing at the Marowak,
who was taking off his headphones. Jason walked over to Miami.
Miami said taking long pull from a bottle of Carbos resting
on the snare drum,
"Well, you'll have to get set up again. We're doing a practice
session in 5. And where's Wolfgang?"
Miami, who had been chugging away at his Carbos the whole time,
threw down the empty bottle and reached into a cooler for another. "Oh,
I put some salt in his tea, and he's in his pokéball sulking. What a
Jason turned his eyes skyward, as if looking for help. "Can't anyone
in this band get along?" He walked over to a lightweight steel chest
that all their instuments and belongings were kept in. He practically
had to haul himself up on the edge of it to reach a duffel bag stashed
inside. After a few moments of digging, he pulled a pokéball out and
tossed it on the ground. In a flash of light, a Machamp appeared. He had
both his arms crossed across his chest and was staring venomously at
"Get your keyboards set up Wolfgang, we need to rehearse."
Wolfgang just stuck his nose up in the air.
"Come on, are you gonna let a little punk like that annoy you?"
Jason asked, putting a hand on Wolfgang's shoulder.
yelled Miami faintly, from across the clearing.
Jason ignored him. "What is it you're always saying? You're better
than him, and you shouldn't have to acknowledge his behavior. You're the
best keyboarder this country has ever known!" Wolfgang brightened up
considerably at this. He stood up and walked toward the metal chest.
gave a sigh of relief and reached into the duffel bag again. He pulled
out another pokéball and threw it next to the chest. A magneton emerged,
nearly twice the size of normal Magnetons, and was at least a foot
higher than the chest. It beeped incomprehensively and closed it's eyes.
DJ waddled over to Jason.
he said, motioning to the Magneton. Jason nodded
and removed a mike stand and microphone from the chest.
Rivet had told
Miami about his most recent encounter with Ella and the Marowak was
rolling on the ground laughing. Jason walked over and clapped his hands
at the two friends. "Alright you guys, let's get practicing. C'mon!"
Ella marched into a the clearing and began cleaning the sax that was
already set up for her. Seeing that everyone was ready, Jason signaled
DJ to turn on the speakers.
"Tubthumpin'. Andante, mezzo forte. 1...2...1, 2, 3, 4..."
The sounds echoed off the trees and escaped into the dusk sky. Some
trickled into the coty of Viridian, treating some to a preview of the
upcoming concert, if they were willing to listen hard enough.
(OOC: Yeah, there's some stuff I left out in the WG. I'll fix it next
time I update it. Otherwise, what did y'all think? This is probably my
most in depth character, and he strays from my normal strong, silent
-Marco262, Aspiring Regular