From: "Amber" <kitsunenoasobi@hotmail.com> Subject: [PW!] Who to the what now? Date: Friday, May 07, 2004 9:28 PM The waves rolled around the lone figure off the coast of Slateport. The hooded, cloaked person sat crosslegged on the thick grey shell of the lapras who was panting, due to its long course of swimming. "Bell, head over to shore, please," the hooded figure said with a bit of impatience. Bell moaned in protest but proceeded to shore. As her friend's Lapras paddled tiredly through the waves, the girl sat and contemplated everything that had happened in the past few months, since Their departure. "Muuuu!" Bell whined. "What is it?" the girl demanded. "Muuu..." She looked up and noticed that indeed they had landed. She sweatdropped and gently patted Bell's neck. "I'm sorry girl; I'm just a bit uptight is all." She climbed off of the sea Pokemon's shell and returned her transportation to her pokeball. "Thanks Bell; You did quite a lot." Turning away from the coastline, she waded through the warm sand, and dodged around the beach blankets and the thick layer of sunning bodies. "'EY! Gerrit back!" a kid yelled suddenly. She turned around, adjusting her hood slightly as two children sprinted past, one pursuing the other. The child behind, a young boy in squirtle-patterned swimming trunks, tripped on a strand of seaweed and stumbled. The other one who had been running turned around and laughed at him; she was a young brunette five year old girl with a snorkler. The boy proceeded to cry as he reached for the sand-covered charmander figure the girl held tauntingly above his head. "Hey you!" the hooded foreigner said. "You! Stop that!" The girl looked up at her and put her hands saucily on her hips. "What's that you say? You're not from 'round here. I don' gorra listen to you!" Twitch. The foreigner stepped towards the girl, fuming. "Hey kid, morals are morals no matter what country you're from. Give the boy back his doll!" "'s not a doll...'s an action figure," the boy murmured. "I don't want to! It's mine now cause he said I could!" "Did not!" the boy protested. "Did too! You said if you could kiss me you'd gimme the doll!" The boy turned bright red and glared at her, nearly squealing "DID NOT!" "STOP IT!" The foreigner glared at them both. The two immediately quieted as they saw faint flashes from beneath the hood. Whatever was under there - a ghost pokemon, maybe? - was not a force to be reckoned with. The foreigner saw her chance and said, "Now please give the doll back to him." Seeing the boy's look she rolled her eyes and amended, "Action figure." The boy nodded sheepishly. "And you," she addressed the boy, "don't make promises you don't plan to keep." The girl reluctantly handed the plastic figurine to the boy and adjusted her swimming tube absently. He stood up and glared at her then looked up at the intervening person. "You didn't needa do that. I coulda done it m'self," he muttered. Fed up with the inconsiderate children, she turned and left it at that before she fried them to a crisp. -*-*- As she set foot on the sunwarmed brick that made up the city of Slateport, she stretched and sighed. Knowing that her pokemon were exhausted after being at sea for far too long, she decided to make her way to the pokemon center. Strolling through the market she saw plenty of sidewalk stands, and merchants heralded her for her business with every step she took. Everything about this city was grating on her nerves, but thankfully, oh so thankfully, at least she was on land. She spotted the huge pokemon center in the distance and breathed in the sea air deeply -- and then proceeded to break into a coughing fit from breathing TOO deeply. Finally recovering, she powerwalked as best she could to the center for some well-deserved rest. TBC YES! I'M BACK! Amber and Jason will be here eventually X_X I decided to throw this one in cause she's been drifting a while. A looooong while. So yeah! A little Amber writing here! Too bad it's not that good X_x I sorta threw it together when i sat down. Hehe. Anywho...I missed you guys! *grovels*