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smash_logs2009-10-17 09:47 pm
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Into the Wild! Survival of the Fittest?
Who: Poke!Lucas, idk his bff Kerosene
What: A thrilling wilderness adventure
Where: The wilderness
When: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW I mean uh let's say from sometime in the afternoon to the morning of the 18th.
Rating: P for Poglemans
For most people, the best part of the weekend was that there were no classes.
For Char, that really didn't matter. You would have to actually attend classes in order to really appreciate having a break from them. The only real reason to love weekends, as far as he could tell, was because Friday and Saturday were the nights people picked to go out and really have some fun. Trolling Capcom High for fights, putting that fake ID of his to good use, playing a rousing game of "fetch one of Genny's personal belongings" with Rasputin, or just shootin' the shit out in the school parking lot with Eyebrows and friends... more often than not, it wasn't that hard to find something amusing to do with his free time. His days, while far from being productive, were happy and carefree.
Today didn't seem to be one of those days. Charmeleon was bored. Not just "mack on Biomech" bored. Not just "go follow Green around like a slouching, overly-attached shadow" bored. Direly bored. Bored to the point of no return. A 117 on the boredom scale. If he didn't find something amusing soon, then there was a very high chance he would resort to setting things on fire just to see what would happen. In a place with an automated sprinkler system, that was never a good sign. So he'd retreated to the great outdoors, mindless of the October chill setting into the air. Surely he'd find something worth paying attention to. If not, he could just slide back into lizard form and find something to kill, roast, and eat. Hey, those animal instincts were hard to ignore. Especially once he started getting to the real wild areas beyond the city. It was a little like being a feral Pokemon all over again, senses honed to zero in on the first sign of prey.
What: A thrilling wilderness adventure
Where: The wilderness
When: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW I mean uh let's say from sometime in the afternoon to the morning of the 18th.
Rating: P for Poglemans
For most people, the best part of the weekend was that there were no classes.
For Char, that really didn't matter. You would have to actually attend classes in order to really appreciate having a break from them. The only real reason to love weekends, as far as he could tell, was because Friday and Saturday were the nights people picked to go out and really have some fun. Trolling Capcom High for fights, putting that fake ID of his to good use, playing a rousing game of "fetch one of Genny's personal belongings" with Rasputin, or just shootin' the shit out in the school parking lot with Eyebrows and friends... more often than not, it wasn't that hard to find something amusing to do with his free time. His days, while far from being productive, were happy and carefree.
Today didn't seem to be one of those days. Charmeleon was bored. Not just "mack on Biomech" bored. Not just "go follow Green around like a slouching, overly-attached shadow" bored. Direly bored. Bored to the point of no return. A 117 on the boredom scale. If he didn't find something amusing soon, then there was a very high chance he would resort to setting things on fire just to see what would happen. In a place with an automated sprinkler system, that was never a good sign. So he'd retreated to the great outdoors, mindless of the October chill setting into the air. Surely he'd find something worth paying attention to. If not, he could just slide back into lizard form and find something to kill, roast, and eat. Hey, those animal instincts were hard to ignore. Especially once he started getting to the real wild areas beyond the city. It was a little like being a feral Pokemon all over again, senses honed to zero in on the first sign of prey.
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However, the Pokemon Trainer was very unaware of what lied to which he couldn't see. He glanced around, mostly around the area that he heard the thunk. The naive boy couldn't really help himself, quietly he walked over to where it was to see if there was anything hiding behind them. Surely there must have been...! ...From the noise and all. His Turtwig followed him almost immediately he saw him walking, keeping close.