From: Simon Locke <atr4llfe@aol.comATR4EVER> Subject: [PW] Untitled Series Number One Date: Sunday, October 24, 1999 1:42 PM (Sorry guys it's been so long, and it's short cuz I suck at the moment.) Effortlessly flowing at an easy forty miles per hour was comfort to Simon. The wind blowing through his hair, drying the sweat from his chest and back relaxed him, took him off edge a bit. Coshari's serpent body glided smoothly over the rocky earth of Mt. Moon, with Simon gripping firmly on to her hood. From far away, the local pokemon took a breath to take in the site, as a level one hundred, seventy foot long Arbok flew by going forty. Simon scanned the area ahead, with Laura's special Sunglasses with glowed with green texts in the lenses. What it said, he had no idea what they meant, but he just ignored it and took advantage of it's night vision'ness'es. What he was looking for was the galloping talons of a Sandslash, or a man... Simon still didn't get what the hell happened. Sometime in the past two hours, Simon had run across a living, breathing Simon Locke Body. He didn't know what to make of it, but didn't care really. At the moment, all he wanted was to find that other Simon Locke. "D'ah!" Simon's eyes lit up, as light from the entrance of the tunnel intensified about a hundred times in Simon's eyes. He blinked, to comfort his eyes until the Glasses readjusted automatically. "Tyte. Hehe." Simon said and smiled. In seconds the Arbok bursted through the entrance and into bright daylight, the glasses dimmed for Simon's eyes. He looked everywhere, all around him looking for himself. In the distance was a Poke Center, and going through it's doors, was Simon Locke. "Heh, yea baby, yea." He smiled. TBC (Dryad and crew are in the Center at the Moment.) "You ain't gotta like me, you just mad cuz I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be." ~ Puff Daddy