From: Mushboom <garrett.green@home.com> Subject: [PW!] First Frost Date: Thursday, September 30, 1999 9:16 PM Keith stumbled onto the beach of Seafoam, weary from his sea-sickness-filled boat ride from Fuschia. Not to mention the turbulence-ridden Pidgeot ride to Fuschia from Celadon. He waited until his stomach settled and took time to look around. The sun hung low in the sky sending streaks of orange, red and even the occasional pink through the warm evening. The waves broke on the rocks giving off an almost hypnotizing rhythm, Keith smiled, Celadon was never this nice. He made his way to the upper-cliff area which housed most of the commercial area. He passed by a surfboard shop and an ice cream parlor, taking time to scope the booty, until he reached the local Pokecenter. As soon as he saw the large Pokeball-shaped roof he remembered 8-Ball. "Oops," he said to no one in particular as he let out 8-Ball, his trusty Sandshrew, who looked angry. He laughed nervously and said, "Sorry, 8, I forgot about you. The direct drop off onto the moving boat didn't give me much time to think. Considering my breakfast and lunch were being removed from my mouth." The black Sandshrew shrugged it off, "Shrew, sandshrew." Keith vaguely recognized the words as 'It's all right.', he was desperately trying to learn Sandshrewese. He was horrible at sherades (sp?). <Flashback> 8-Ball held up 2 fingers, "Um...Peace!" Keith replied. The Sandshrew sweatdropped and shook its head. "Uh...Two something?" 8-Ball touched its nose, "Two noses!" 8-Ball fell over in frustration. <End Flashback> Keith sighed and entered the Pokecenter, followed by 8-Ball. He approached the red-haired nurse and smiled his best charming smile, "One room, please." "Certainly, one minute," she replied cheerfully, she turned around and bent down to the key rack. Keith grinned and scoped the older woman which got him an odd look from 8, who had climbed onto the counter. She turned back around and handed him a key card bearing the number 12. The young teen smiled again and headed to the upper level of the Pokecenter, still followed by 8-Ball. He entered the room with a swipe of the stripe and closed the door behind him. He shouldered his book bag off onto the bed and looked around the plain hotel room. He sighed, 'How boring, there's nothing to do in here', Keith wandered over to a window and peeked through the blinds. The beach was still a prime hanging spot at Seafoam, maybe he's luck out and find a beach party. Keith did a quick hair check and changed into some dark green trunks and a light blue basketball jersey. He slid into his sandals and grabbed a towel and motioned for 8-Ball to follow. The duo went back downstairs and hit the beach. They strolled along the shore until they spotted a large group of teens standing around a bonfire. Loud music blared from the large stereo set in the sand, several scantily clad females gyrated to the loud drum and bass beat. "Bingo," Keith whispered to himself. "Shrew," 8 echoed. Keith scanned the dancing group for a single female, as did 8-Ball, although looking for a female Sandshrew. TBC...? [NS: ATTN anyone in Seafoam? I'd like to interact, even if you aren't in Seafoam, just grab a Pidgeot or another flying poke and somehow join the partaaaay!] -MB