Subject: [PW!] Cat On A Cold Brick Roof
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 04:30:10 GMT
Organization: Excite@Home - The Leader in Broadband http://home.com/faster
[OOC: I've decided to start my half-poke character now, thankfully my
first semester of grade 11 isn't too heavy so I should be able to keep
up. But I'll probably just slap down a few posts on my own to establish
the character and then I can start interacting with Jason, Amber, and
Vixxen... or whoever's convenient.]
[PW!] Cat On A Cold Brick Roof
Solo emerged from the Magnet Train Station in Goldenrod and shivered.
The half-Meowth had to take the late train and it was nearly midnight,
only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, Solo was pretty chilly, even though he
had a full coat of fur. Rubbing his arms to generate some heat, Solo
started walking down the street, looking for a hotel where he could stay
the night. To his suprise, he passed only a few people as he made his
way through the streets. 'I thought Goldenrod had a big night life,'
After a few more minutes navigating the streets, Solo found a
reasonably-priced hotel and went inside. He approached the front desk
where an elederly man was quietly snoring in his chair. Solo cleared his
throat and when the man didn't wake up, he rang the desk bell a few
times. The old man woke with a sputter and fell back in his chair,
hitting the ground with a thud. The half-Meowth peered over the desk to
see the fuming geezer slowly getting back to his feet. "Need a hand,
man?" he asked sincerely.
The old man finally started to reach for Solo's hand but quickly
jerked back his own, "T'aint no hand ya got there, sonny, that's a
"Yeah, I guess it is," Solo answered, giving the man a wierd look, it
was almost as if the man was frightened of him.
"You one of them freaks, ain't ya?" the geezer uprighted himself and
poked Solo in the chest a couple times.
Solo cocked an eyebrow, "Pardon?"
"Yessir, you look like one of dem whatcha-ma-callits," the strange old
man paused, thinking hard before he sputtered back to life, "Pokeymons!
But you's look like a reg'lar guy, cept for the whiskers 'n all."
"Oookay," Solo shook his head, baffled by the old coot, "can I get a
room here, or what?"
"Nope," the man answered bluntly.
"What?" said Solo, taken aback.
"I said nope."
The old man took off his glasses and narrowed his eyes at the
half-Meowth, "We don't serve your kind 'round here."
"My kind?" Solo snapped at the old man, "I'm just a normal guy!"
"Don't be gettin sassy with me, half-breed," the old man curled his
lips and pulled a shotgun from under the counter, "I says we don't serve
your kind 'round here."
Solo took a few steps towards the door, "Whatever, man, you're
bonkers. I'll go someplace else so just put the gun away."
The man took aim at Solo, "Scat."
"Settle down, dude," Solo put his hands over his head, "I'll leave,
just put the gun away."
"Scat!," the man screamed, firing the gun and nearly knocking himself
As a hole appeared in the wall only a few feet away from him,
showering Solo with chunks of drywall, he turned and flung open the
door, sprinting down the road. "And don'tcha come back, ya freak!" the
man screamed after him and fired another shot into the air. Solo ran
down the street full speed until he was sure the old man couldn't catch
him and quickly bolted down a side alley.
He jogged through the allies for a few more seconds but stopped,
leaning against a wall, to catch his breath. Solo's chest heaved as he
slid down the wall to sit on the ground, thinking about what had just
transpired. 'What a nut,' he thought, 'what was he talking about?
Half-breed?' Solo rubbed his hands together to generate some heat but
then stopped and looked at his hands. What seemed like for the first
time in years, Solo remembered he was part-Meowth. Staring at his hands
like he'd seen him for the first time, he examined them closely. Sure,
they were covered in fur and had retractable claws and had soft pads on
the bottom, but that didn't make him any different from anyone else. Did
Solo jumped as his tail twitched beneath him, he lifted himself off
the ground briefly and brought his tail around. Like he had stared at
his hands, he stared at his tail, stroking it slightly. That old man
wasn't afraid of him, was he? Back in Cerulean no one seemed to care
about his Meowth side. "Maybe it was a mistake coming to Johto, those
rumours of the other half-pokes are probably just that. Rumours," he
muttered to himself.
He jumped again as a gruff voice interrupted the silence, "I don't
know about no half-pokemon, but comin' here was a big mistake, buddy."
Getting to his feet, Solo scanned the alley and his keen night vision
quickly found the source of the voice. A large man in a black trench
coat began walking towards him, "Wh-what do you want? Did that old guy
A deep chuckle escaped the man's throat as he continued to walk
towards Solo, "Old man? I don't think so, but I do think that you should
put them claws away before you hurt some one."
Solo looked at his hands once again and noticed that his claws were
fully extended, he eyed the bulky figure and kept them out, "Who're you?
What do you want?" he asked again.
The man stopped about a yard away from Solo and chuckled again, "You
won't need to know my name, you won't live long enough to write in your
The half-Meowth frowned, "What are you talking abou-" Solo couldn't
finish his sentence before the large man lunged at him, something in his
hand glinted in the moonlight. Solo jumped back and to the side,
grabbing the man's collar as he ran by and shoving him to the ground. A
large, red R adorned the back of his assailant's jacket, "A Rocket,"
Solo muttered with a growl.
The man got up quickly and Solo could clearly see the man was wielding
a 10-inch hunting knife, Solo gawked at the blade and the Rocket
chuckled for the third time, "That's right, kitty cat, I want your nice
fur." He lunged again but Solo, much more agile than the muscle-bound
Rocket, side-stepped and placed a knee squarely into the man's stomach.
The knife clattered to the ground and the man fell beside it with a
groan. After kicking the knife away, Solo quickly scrambled up a fire
escape and looked down briefly to see the man climbing after him.
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty," called the Rocket as Solo made it to the
roof and swiftly scampered behind a large smoke stack. Solo held his
breath as the man called out again, "Where are you hiding, you naughty
cat? Daddy wants to pet you." Sniffing the air, Solo estimated the
Rocket was a about three yards away and closing. He counted the Rocket's
footsteps as he got closer and when he was less than two feet away, Solo
spun out from behind the smokestack and brought his foot around to
connect with the man's face in a huge roundhouse. When his foot only met
air, Solo stumbled and glanced around the roof with wide eyes. "Tsk,
tsk, tsk," the Rocket scolded, standing up from his crouch, "bad kitty."
The large Rocket lurched forward and caught Solo under the chin with a
heavy uppercut. Reeling from the blow, Solo stumbled backwards and
struggled to stay concious. The man swung at the half-Meowth again, this
time, though his reflexes were quite a bit slower, Solo managed to dodge
most of the punch as it glanced off his left shoulder. Using the man's
momentum to his advantage, Solo ducked under the next swing and drove
his shoulder into the Rocket's gut. Lifting himself up, Solo sent the
man over his head and hard onto his back on the roof. The Rocket gasped
as the air sucked out of his lungs, as the man tried to catch his
breath, Solo took off, full blast, towards the edge of the roof.
As he neared the ledge, the half-poke used his Meowth-like agility to
launch himself over the alley onto the next roof. Landing softly on his
feet, Solo re-entered his sprint and headed for the next ledge. The man
shouted and cursed as Solo neared the edge of the roof, faltering his
speed a bit. Jumping off a weird stride, Solo stuck out his arms
desperately and snagged the opposing ledge. Barely gripping onto the
roof with his claws, he struggled to climb up and over. After a few
seconds, he managed to scamper up onto the roof. Solo turned to see the
man had given up his chase and sighed, walking over to another smoke
stack, the half-Meowth lay under it, using his backpack as a pillow.
Looking at his hands for the umpteenth time, Solo noticed they were
shaking. Was it the cold, or maybe he was just frightened of this city.
After two terrible run-ins with locals, he was sure coming to Johto was
a big mistake, it was obvious that if there were any half-pokes, they
were either in jail or their skins were hanging in a Team Rocket base
somewhere. Solo shuddered and curled up into a ball, he would have to
sleep here tonight on the roof, tomorrow, he'd go home.
Solo thought of home and remembered he hadn't released Squirt from his
pokeball since he'd gotten off the train. He wasn't going to be happy so
Solo figured he'd just leave him there until things got sorted out
tomorrow morning. Solo sighed and listened to a far-off police siren
until he finally dozed off.
[OOC: There it is, not a bad job if you ask me. I'll try and have the
next post up in the next couple of days.]