From: Shimarisu <rachel.r@scotland.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] The Buddy System (Attn: Shimarisu) Date: Monday, July 19, 1999 4:41 AM In article <19990717224759.18207.00001303@ng-fj1.aol.com>, yosh1121@aol.combustible (Yosh) wrote: > "Gee," Oz commented lightly, in the nonchalant ways only possible in a > fictional world after something like that, "We're just having a GREAT day > today, aren't we?" > > Meanwhile, back in the bushes, Shorts Boy was busy getting the crap beaten out > of him by an evil, and very, veeery mad Machamp. Murasaki carefully, and somewhat painfully, got to her feet. The sensation was alien to her. She was usually very agile and knew how to fall right without hurting herself, but because of the weight she'd lost her bones jutted out and she'd therefore bruised her ribs. This was not her prime concern however. She looked towards the ground and immediately her eyes met with a similar concerned stare from Ivysaur. Ivysaur was fine, that neurosis faded. She then reached into her tunic to check that the pokeballs were safe. Thankfully, both were still there. Only then did she survey the damage to the world that she did not consider to be part of her universe….. The bomb had blown a hole in the side of the Pokecentre, though the damage was not too severe. A few people were still lying on the floor, but a quick scan of the scene indicated that they were merely checking their bruises and dusting off their clothes. Murasaki did not see the boy in the straightjacket or the other Rocket agent anywhere - though the mobile bomb was still largely intact for some reason and it obscured a good deal of her vision. Maybe that boy had run in the opposite direction. Murasaki grew irritated with herself for even thinking what might have happened to him, because of course she didn't care. That boy had seemed interesting for a while, while the Rocket agent had been rude although compliant. But they ranked equal in Murasaki's mind….of course they did. She didn't care about either of them. Why had she even thought about that boy? Murasaki quickly erased this ponderance from her mind by checking her own appearance. She was now just as dirty as she'd been yesterday, only now her new clothes had taken on a layer of dust from the road that stood out like chalk against the jet black fabric. The parts of her body that were not covered by the skimpy uniform - and this accounted for a good percentage of her skin exposed to the air - had now developed fresh bruises that outlined her ribs. She had friction burns from the tarmac on her legs, but she wasn't bleeding anywhere. And oddly her clothes were not torn - the fabric must be made to stand up to accidents such as this one. Murasaki again surveyed the scene. Nobody was looking at her, which was a good feeling. They were all either concerned about their pokemon, themselves or their immediate family. In that order, so it seemed. Others were pointing at the bomb, or demonstrating other mindless human mannerisms that helped the situation not one iota. No, nobody was looking at her. But she felt very self-conscious once again, as she had done the previous day. It was definitely time to get a wash. And she also had to find a change of clothes. (note, I think I might end my interaction in this thread here. Going to find somebody to mug.....) - Shimarisu Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.