Subject: Re: [PW!] Jasmine's Got Pokemon of Steel Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 23:46:15 GMT From: Worry <Not@acceping.today> Organization: RoadRunner - Triad Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Rob <robfrompw@yahoo.com> wrote in news:3EBCF4D0.7040602@yahoo.com: > Robert, Travis, and Becky head outside of the Olivine City Gym > together, then Robert asks, "So, where are you two going next? I'm > going to start my trip to Mahogany Town tomorrow morning. If I hurry > and don't get lost, I might even get to Ecruteak by tomorrow night! > Want to join me?" > > -Robert > > "Sure." Travis stated. "We were planning to head that way ourselves. We need to win the badge there, and I do want to get the gym leader's thought on Sableye. I wonder what he will make of him? As fascinated as he is with Ghost types, i should think he has at least tried to discover something about the Pokemon." As Travis spoke, Becky pulled out her Pokegear. Looking at the time displayed on the screen, she nudged Travis and said, "I have to get to the shoot. They are expecting me." "Shoot?" Robert asked. "Becky is shooting a commercial today. Part of her endorsement deal after winning the Whirl Cup." Travis explained. "Ah, I see." Robert responded. Looking at Becky with a smile, he added "Good luck with that. Break a leg, as they say." "Whose leg?" Becky asked, her face serious. When Robert sweat dropped, she allowed herself a smile to show that she was kidding. "If you would like, you can come along and watch." Travis invited. "The production company gave her permission to bring guests." "Maybe later. Robert replied. "I've got to get some supplies laid in before we leave town. It isn't that far to Ecruteak but you never know what you run into along the way. Travis nodded in understanding, then gave Robert the location of the video shoot in case he wanted to stop by. The three trainers parted heading off in different directions. * * * Becky was smiling as she completed the sentence "So try Seadra Salads today. New and improved, made with only the freshest of ingredients!" For the twenty-seventh time. She had been out on the hot sands of Olivine beach for three hours taping the commercial. The first forty minutes had been spent trying to get her in her wardrobe for the shoot. Becky had fought, both in resistance and physically, the idea of wearing a dress for the commercial. It had started badly, as soon as she approached the location two obviously gay men and gathered her up and rushed her to a trailer. No sooner had the door to the trailer closed when it flew open again, made that way by the body of one of the two men flying backwards out of it. Becky stood in the open doorway glaring at the man with hands on her hips as she loudly declared that no man would be undressing her. Travis rushed forward to calm his traveling companion and learned that the hapless fellow had begun tugging at her clothing as soon as they entered the trailer, and Becky had taken exception. The other man, who was a hairdresser, stood inside the trailer looking scared to death. It took the director, three members of the production company and Travis to talk the female Black Belt into changing for the commercial. Now on the set she was dressed in a yellow sun dress with her long black hair pulled into a fancy french braid. It took one of the members of the Production company showing her the contract she signed, specifically the clause about image, to make her sullenly put on the dress. Travis had to admit, she looked pretty good in it, especially with her hair done and make up applied. She delivered her lines with a brilliant smile, but as soon as the director cut the scene, she proved still put out by the circumstance. "Very good. Jut one more take please." The director beamed, drawing a groan out of the thirteen year old. "Look, my face hurts from all this smiling." Becky complained. "Haven't we done this enough? "Just give me one more good take, and then we can move on to the final part." The director conceded. Becky sighed and moved away from the table she was seated at. She took her mark and waited for the director to give her the cue. As Becky ran through the commercial one more time, hitting her lines perfectly with the practice she had that day, Travis looked around the set. The purple haired teen was amazed by all that went into shooting a thirty second commercial. There were three camera's, dozens of lights despite the bright day, two boom microphones, countless people milling around, and several monitors that some people were watching. As Travis took it all in for the dozenth time that day, He saw someone that hadn't been around before. It was a tall blonde man wearing a dark purple pin striped suit. He wore mirrored shades, but seemed to be concentrating on Becky. Travis felt a sense of uneasiness come over him as he studied the man. He noticed that though the blonde guy was looking in Becky's direction, his head was tilted. Following the man's imagined line of sight, Travis realized that he was staring at the thirteen year old's midsection. Perhaps even lower. Travis wondered if maybe the blonde dude was a pervert. But as he followed the man's gaze more carefully. he recognized what the man must have been staring at. In addition to the sun dress the production company had made her wear, she also had on a discrete belt, dyed to match the yellow cloth. Her red pokeballs stood out in sharp relief on the belt. Travis realized that the man was staring at them with disturbing focus. Travis studied the man as the guy watched Becky put through her paces on the set. He was huge, standing at six foot three inches tall. His dark pinstripe suit was form fitting and Travis could see that he was heavily muscled. His blonde hair was cropped in a crew cut. Travis couldn't tell the color of his eyes due to the mirrored shades, but imagined they were blue. The purple haired teen got a sense of danger from the man, and wondered what he was up to. He was about to attempt to get closer to the man, but then the director cut the scene and finally declared the day done. Travis turned to see Becky react with relief, standing in place and stretching. He had only looked away for a moment, but when Travis turned his attention back to where the blonde man had stood, he was surprised to discover that the man had silently slipped away. Travis looked around, amazed that someone that big could move away without being seen, but it was as if the man had disappeared into thin air. Becky came walking up as Travis turned his attention back to the set. She grabbed his arm and made him walk her back to the trailer, then guard the door while she changed back into her regular clothing. She was so tired by the time she came out, she had left her hair in the french braid, declining when the gay make up man had offered to take it out for her. Claiming need for rest, she asked to go back to the Pokemon center. Travis walked back with her, pausing to admire the sunset before heading back into town. As they walked Travis debated telling Becky about the blonde haired man, but decided against it unless the man showed up again. TBC? -- Worry's first SIG sig file ------------------------------------------------------------------ *"It takes a Worried man to sing a Worried song..." Kingston Trio* *And the award for the funniest line in a cartoon goes to Superman who remarked "Don't look at me, I just catch 'em!" after stopping a crane thrown by Bizzaro from crushing a wedding party.* Proud owner of 300 fake code points