Subject: Re: [PW!] Regaining Bearings in Celadon Date: 13 Jul 1999 20:10:04 GMT From: yosh1121@aol.combustible (Yosh) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon >Murasaki had taken all this in with bright, emerald eyes, always alert as >she >was to every situation. It wasn't that she cared about other people in the >slightest, oh no. But the strange youth had gone to his sleeping place without >asking for any help to get out of the predicament. Not that Murasaki was >going >to help him. She didn't help anyone. > She looked around to see if anyone else was watching this. Many eyes were >centred on the sleeping teenager, in his unusual garb. But more people were >staring at her. Murasaki tugged at her sodden tunic. Maybe just turning >it >inside out hadn't been enough. Perhaps it was still obvious that it was >the >uniform of a low ranking member of Team Rocket. But what diffrence did that >make? Stupid people, with their stupid sytems and their crazy way of taking >everything at face value. Murasaki turned her eyes towards the teenager >again. >He hadn't stirred. She wondered how he had got himself in this position. > The Ivysaur at her feet had been wondering how to get her attention. It >was >worried about its mistress' recent vacant spells, when she would seem to >go >into a dreamworld. Maybe it was the fact that Murasaki hadn't been eating >properly for weeks, in order to feed that useless Snorlax. The Ivysaur looked >up, and regarded her features. She was looking a little better after the >morning's breakfast that she had tried once again to first of all feed to >her >companions, but it was still apparent that she was close to starvation. >But >wait, what was she doing now? Ivysaur (it had no name, Murasaki had never >given >it one) watched as its mistress stalked her way across the floor of the >building, as if taking mild interest in a rat that had crossed her path. >So >Ivysaur followed. Could it be that the object of Murasaki's attentions >was >that rather bedraggled looking youth, sprawled sleeping across a bench? > > >The Ivysaur shook its head sadly. It was really starting to worry about >Murasaki. Oz was awoken from his sleep shortly after he laid down. Blinking groggily, he wondered why. It didn't feel like much time had passed. Something felt peculiar. Shifting around on the bench, he stared out the window. Still morning. Shifting even more, he managed to spot the origin of the weird feeling n the bak of his mind. At a short distance away stood a thin, but dirty young woman, probably around late teenage years or early twenties. Like all the other people in the Pokecenter, she was examining Oz, as if not knowing really what to think. But, unlike the others she had actually come closer. "Hey," Oz greeted Murasaki simply. He pulled himself to a sitting position and attempted to stretch and yawn, although due to the restricting straighjacket, he only managed to yawn. Murasaki muttered a response, but Oz didn't happen to hear it. He was somewhat startled to notice that the woman was actually wearing an inside out Team Rocket uniform. "Forget about it," he told himself. Not all Rockets were mean, he had seen proof of that before, and so far this lady didn't seem hostile in any way. He moved around on the bench some more, arranging himself in a more comfortable position, also allowing Murasaki to sit down on the bench as well, although she did not sit down. "So," Oz said, grinning somewhat, "Do you need something, or are you just equally as amazed as I am to see somebody as incredibly grungy?" Murasaki shook her head. After a short pause, she spoke, "It's just odd. You carry your Pokemon outside of his Pokeball, while you yourself are obviously tied up." "Sandshrew? Well, I don't think of him really as mine, but more as my best friend. And as for the straightjacket, well, nobody said being a fugitive was easy, heh. And it's really not that hard to manage, I've learned to use my feet for a lot of things, although don't think you'd mind helping me get it off?" Murasaki was silent. "Somehow, I thought so," Oz smiled indifferently. "So, what're you doing here?" Murasaki looked up, suddenly remembering her original intent on coming into the Pokecenter. She glanced around the center quickly, but didn't spot anybody with a small R pin who might be her partner. "I'm supposed to meet somebody," Murasaki supplied vaguely. "Oh," Oz blinked. A chime from the Pokecenter desk however, cut him short of inquiring further. " I think that might be Sandshrew," Oz said, as he hopped off the bench and began heading for the desk, "I'll be right back!" In less than a minute, Oz was walking away from the desk along with Sandshrew, who was carrying Oz's backpack for him. But Murasaki wasn't by the bench. Oz saw her, walking swiftly towards the entrance, where a man with a M*A*S*H shirt stood seemingly uneasy. Oz hesitated, but then began to walk briskly towards both of them. Maybe atleast he could ask her name or something, after all, you never know who you might bump into later on down the road. TBC... ~ ~ ~ ...enter Shard, with "The Buddy System" ^_^; Not sure if you wanted to do anything else, Shimarisu (Hope I didn't depict your character too bad either ^_^;) Sorry if this gets in your plans any, and uhh.. oh yeah, not sure how Deja works, so I guess I'll send this story by Email as well, just in case... Yosh ---------- Note: Beware the rabid Yosh. (Nyaa! >=P)