Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smoothtrooperette</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 00:20:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa Schroeder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Standing near the stage at the beginning, walking to her Homeroom class at the end.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, currently<br><br><em>A gentle murmur hummed through the courtyard as the students gathered and found seats.&nbsp; The sun was beating down softly; it was neither too hot or cold.&nbsp; The scent of the flowers hung lazily in the air of the early August morning.&nbsp; The next school year was about to start for the Academy.</em></div><br>The stage sat high in the courtyard; various seats set on it to keep the teachers in front of the eyes of the students.&nbsp; An old, grizzled man stood with his hands wrapped firmly around the wood of the pedestal; grayed furrowed brows resting above narrowed green eyes.&nbsp; After clearing his throat, he spoke aloud. <strong>"Welcome to those of you, who are new, to your first year at the Academy.&nbsp; Welcome back to those of you who left for the summer. We are proud to announce that the Academy has added another field to the layout.&nbsp; One for battling Pokemon when the arena is in use by trainers, classes, or teachers. May I remind you that battles are only to take place in the field or in the arena.&nbsp; Anyone caught battling outside of these two areas will be severely reprimanded.&nbsp; Pokemon are not toys; even when small, battling can be dangerous."</strong><br><br>There was a slight shift in his demeanor as a hand came to rest lightly at his back.&nbsp; <strong>"I would also like to remind you to be respectful to your teachers and fellow peers. As normal, the Male Dormitory is off limits to females. The Female Dormitory is off limits to males. May I remind you, boys, that trying to sneak in at night will most likely have you come face-to-face with Duncan the Nidoking?"</strong>&nbsp; There was a soft snigger from a few of the teachers and students; probably a memory of an earlier escapade. <strong>"For those of you that do not know Duncan; he is a very territorial and very protective Nidoking.&nbsp; He does not take kindly to males. As normal, Gracelynne the Gardevoir will be keeping an eye on the dormitory during the day.&nbsp; She is not a very kind Gardevoir.&nbsp; Tux the Gallade still keeps an eye on the male dorms during the day.&nbsp; Just because he's gentle and kind doesn't mean he'll allow young women to sneak past.&nbsp; Keep in mind that he's still more than strong enough to pick you up and drag you away.&nbsp; No one wants to see that. As usual; lights out is nine PM, unless stated otherwise.&nbsp; If you see a student out of bed, please report them-- Unless they're wearing a "Ghost Badge."" </strong>&nbsp; <br><br>As the older man drug on for what seemed like an eternity, Vanessa shifted lightly in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.&nbsp; A rather large and old Garchomp sat behind her, a scar covering his snout and his skin seeming fairly dulled from years passed. After what seemed like an hour, the old man motioned for Vanessa to stand.&nbsp; Standing and dipping her head low, the Dragon Master made her way to the pedestal before looking over the crowd and offering a warm smile.&nbsp; The Garchomp moved along with her, though with a limp.&nbsp; He dipped his head as well. <strong>"We are glad to have you here, as the Headmaster has stated.&nbsp; I am Vanessa Schroeder.&nbsp; Not only do I teach your Biology classes; I'm also one of your disciplinary advisers.&nbsp; The Garchomp to my side is Godric.&nbsp; Though he is fairly old, he can still pack quite a punch.&nbsp; Do not test me.&nbsp; I will battle you. I will make you look weak in front of your classmates.&nbsp; That being said; you should know where your Home Room is.&nbsp; Report there when I release you.&nbsp; You'll be assigned your class representative as well as your other classes there.&nbsp; If you do not know where your home room is; please-- See me or another one of the faculty standing behind me.&nbsp; If you do not have your "Ghost Badge" and you have a night class; please see me as soon as possible."</strong><br><br><div align="center"><em>With that, the students were released; some of the faculty heading off to meet their home room class.&nbsp; The headmaster remained behind, his hands behind his back as he watched the students. Vanessa recalled Godric before taking a step off of the stage, looking around and greeting students.&nbsp; After a few minutes of helping them and seeing most disperse, she made her way to meet her own Home Room.</em><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 03:36:29</strong>
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				Fiona sat in her chair as the headmaster continued his long introduction, she couldn't help but yawn, this was her second year at the school. But it still felt like the slacker first year, she smiled when he spoke about the ghost badge, fingering her own badge with anticipation, there was always a lot more interesting things going on at night, things only those with ghost badges ended up being privy too. Thoughts about when she was able to sneak out of the dorm at night, it was one of the funnest nights of her life, nothing particularly interesting overall, but Fiona had a largely sheltered life so having chances to be rebellious was a lot of fun for the young girl.<br><br>She looked among the hall, a lot of new blood this year, she could emphasize with how they were feeling, she felt overwhelmed when she first arrived. But it all falls into routine quickly. But now she could sometimes help out at the nurses office as a assistant student counsellor when the younger students were feeling homesick, it would all be good practice for when she got a job as a full time counsellor. But for now, she thought it may be best to sit and wait, just in case she was able to stop anyone looking particularly lost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 04:08:42</strong>
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				Jiselle sat in the auditorium, listening to everything the headmaster had said. Ghost Badge? This was Jiselle's first year here, and she didn't have a single clue what a 'Ghost Badge' was, or even through his description, what it allowed. So, no night walks around the campus, no sneaking into the boy's dorm to chat, and no battling outside the approved areas, seemed like a fairly simple set of rules to her. She looked about at the people in the auditorium, trying to pick out the returning students from the first timers. They were fairly easy to spot, because all the new students looked kind of like Jiselle. Happy to be here. All the boys and girls with droll looks on their faces... they had all heard this speech before and were completely sick of it by now. Jiselle, along with the other first years, listened, however, and listened well. At her sides sat a single Pokeball, inside was a Carvanah she was proud to call her own.<br><br>Her father, ever the Fish Pokemon 'expert', had told her it was a female Carvanha. She couldn't remember his reasonings for this deduction. Based on this statement by her father, she had named her Carvanha Iltzie. She wasn't here really to learn, she was here to prove she <em>could</em> be the best trainer she could be. She didn't want to give into her mother's prenotion that women couldn't train pokemon. 'Just because you failed, mom, doesn't mean I will' had always been her rebuttle. As the woman prattled on about the rules more, she took off the stage as everyone got up. Standing and turning, Jiselle ran head-long into someone, both of them sent tumbling to the ground.<br><br>"Oh! Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" She spouted arbitrarily standing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 06:50:10</strong>
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				Andrew was feeling a bit bored... all right a lot more than just a little bored. He had heard this speech almost every year since his first arrival year and he had yet to&nbsp; see the principal change the way he spoke during every opening of each school year. This was his third year and he had a year left before joining the world as a researcher just like his parents.<br><br>Now Professor Vanessa was absolutely his favorite... not because she's hot... well maybe part of it was the fact that she's hot, but also because she was one of the senior staff here, and a Master in her own right. Not to mention that she was a Dragon Master... something that he respected. Dragon types are not easily trained, and that said a lot about her. He smiled as he fingered the Ghost Badge on his shirt as she spoke and when he got up, he was about to go with his class, maybe help out with a few new students when suddenly someone ran into him, sending him sprawling on the ground.<br><br>He shook his head to get his bearings, not really angry at the girl that was stuttering out apologies. It was normal for a first year to do so, and he thought she was lucky that it was him that she bumped into and not his other classmates that are more uppity and snobbish. He smiled at her and said. "It's alright, I'm not hurt or anything... and you do not need to apologize. It's alright to make mistakes... in fact, I was once like you during my first year... though less clumsier I suppose." <br><br>He paused for a moment and then stuck out his hand towards her. "I'm Andrew, Andrew Dalton... a third year student here. Nice to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizer Bolt</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 07:23:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Durge Padurios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard, moving to Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Myself, everyone else attending I suppose...<br><br>Durge was feeling just a little anxious about the entire thing, he was attending his first year here and already he felt extremely nervous, but that obviously came about due to the fact that he had spent so much time living amongst Pokemon that he had basically neglected most of his social skills in regards to people. Sure, he could pay for a Potion or ask for directions or other such simple things, but he didn't really know the first thing about making friends or starting relationships, there had been a girl who might have been his friend had he actually been more proactive in getting along with people, but alas nothing had ever happened and he hadn't seen her since he began his initiation into the Dragon User Clan, and already he missed the calm feel of the Dragon's Den. More often than not Durge slept out in the wilderness amongst the Pokemon, having spent years earning their trust until the native Pokemon no longer felt threatened by his presence, such that they were a little more lenient in him being around their offspring... oh they were still vigilant and watched him like a hawk, but Durge had no interest in just running off with anyone's baby, that just wasn't him. Rather, after he had captured his Gible, Kisame, and later received his Deino, Ghidorah, Durge had then introduced his two Dragon Pokemon to the Dragons in the Dragon's Den, and it had helped that because Durge was accepted to some degree by it's inhabitants that Ghidorah and Kisame also didn't have as much difficulty transitioning... it helped that Kisame was relatively young and Ghidorah was only a newborn, so the Dragon's there didn't feel too territorial. In fact, just before his father had sprung this enrollment at this Academy, Ghidorah had matured enough that he could begin to start battling, and having already made a few 'friends' around his age which made competition easier, and Durge began his training style with Ghidorah as he did with Kisame.<br><br>As Durge eyed everyone else, not really paying attention, his eyes were transfixed by the sight of the old but still ferocious looking Garchomp named Godric, and it took a lot of willpower to go over to the being and begin conversing with it... Durge had begun picking up the language Dragon-Type Pokemon used, as while all Pokemon understood each other somewhat, like with people their languages could have different dialects and they could use different words that other Pokemon could not understand. Dragon-Type Pokemon used a rather sophisticated language that was proper and respectful, and they disliked it when they weren't addressed with the respect that they deserved, either from other Pokemon or Humans talking to them. In any case, if he was lucky Durge would be allowed to go up to Ms. Schroeder and ask if he could talk to Godric, as Gibles weren't native to the Dragon's Den and they and their evolutionary family were mostly seen from the Dragon Users of the Dragon User Clan that often went to the other regions to conduct business or go on pilgrimages, and they weren't around enough for Durge to be able to rely on them, and Ghidorah wasn't as much of a worry because while he could be trained, he wasn't old enough to really become a battler yet, only getting into a bit of playfighting at most. Thus Kisame needed the most idea of what to do, and while Durge had done his research and new what Gibles and their evolutions could do, he wanted to hear it straight from the dragon's mouth so to speak. Watching the others converse, it once again reminded Durge of how anti-social he had become, and wished he could have released Kisame and Ghidorah to talk to... Oh well, Durge decided to do what he needed to and move onto his Homeroom...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 07:54:19</strong>
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				<strong>Crap!</strong><br><strong>Crap!</strong><br><strong>Crap!</strong><br><strong>Crap!</strong><br><strong>Crap! I can't be late, not again!&nbsp; I can't make this a tradition!</strong><br><br>He burst through the dorm building and flew into the courtyard.&nbsp; Stopping right behind one of the oak trees, he peered out from behind the tree and... *sigh*&nbsp; There was Mrs. Schroeder, staring right at him.&nbsp; <em>Crap</em>, thought James.&nbsp; Late again on his first day.&nbsp; He stared at Mrs. Schroeder for a bit more, trying to read her emotions.&nbsp; She wasn't...mad, per se.&nbsp; The fact that James was still alive was proof of that; no, rather she was just a bit bemused.&nbsp; So, James decided to sneak back behind the oak tree and...<em>No!&nbsp; No James...we talked about this...Nobody even knew who you were last year.&nbsp; It's time to make a name for yourself!</em> With that, he strutted right down the walkway until he found a seat right in front of one of the cutest girls in his grade.&nbsp; She probably didn't even know he existed; not before today, anyway.&nbsp; He gave his favorite teacher a cute little wave; now she was angry.&nbsp; <br><br>Sitting down, he turned to some random person next to him and asked, probably louder than he needed to, <strong>"Hey, did I miss anything important?"</strong>&nbsp; This was followed by a few quick snickers that were dismissed as one of the lame anecdotes that the headmaster told constantly.&nbsp; He couldn't tell if Fiona had laughed...he didn't dare turn around.&nbsp; Finally, they finished the speech and James turned around just in time to see Fiona walking away.&nbsp; Hastily, he clambered out of his seat.&nbsp; He had to talk to Mrs. Schroeder about getting a new Ghost Badge.&nbsp; So, instead of going to talk to his crush, he went the opposite direction.&nbsp; <strong>Hey, Mrs. Schroeder?&nbsp; I sort of...ummm...lost my Ghost Badge...again.."</strong><br><br>Mrs. Schroeder, God bless her soul, gave him a new one.&nbsp; His third new one.&nbsp; Upon collecting his badge, James whirled around.&nbsp; He scanned the crowd but couldn't see anyone he recognized.&nbsp; He ran past two tangled kids, probably freshies, and found Fiona. <br><br><em>Well...Time to see if I made an impression last year...or just now...</em><br><br><strong>"Hey Fiona, what's up?</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Lusa</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 10:54:06</strong>
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				Unlike many of her fellow students, who were yawning and fidgeting in their seats, Parah was sitting at attention, listening intently to the speeches being made by their Headmaster and Professor Schroeder. She was nearly vibrating with excitement, as she had worked hard to be accepted into this Academy, and would use it's teachings to propel herself to the top of the field in Pokemon research. She did become momentarily distracted by an older boy speeding into the courtyard and taking a seat, before loudly asking 'if he'd missed anything.' She felt a slight frown form on her face; he was obviously not as serious about his education as she was.<br><br>She shook her head and looked away from the disruptive student, hoping he had not seen her sour look. She absently stroked her Joltik's pokeball as she listened to Professor Schroeder finish speaking. She observed the gnarled looking Garchomp with interest; from afar, of course. Evolved Dragon Pokemon were quite intimidating to Parah.<br><br>After the speeches were finished, Parah looked around to see that most of the other students were interacting with each other, chatting and milling about on the way to their homerooms. She felt a bit lost, not knowing anyone; seeing that an older girl seemed to be helping new students, she jogged over.<br><br>Ah, hello...I'm Parah. Do you...think you could help me out? I'm a little disoriented and I'm not sure where my Homeroom is." She said to Fiona.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 20:16:55</strong>
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				Jadaria didn't sit with the other students. She absolutely hated the chairs that had been perfectly alligned for their first day at the Acadamy. <em>Or first day back.</em> She thought to herself, leaning against the trunk of the tree. She let her left leg droop down from the branch in which she had chosen to sit in. Wrapping her arms around her right leg, she pulled it in close for her to rest her chin upon. Her eyes watched the Headmaster with interest, as they did each of the three previous years. It was true, she had already heard this speech three times and this was her fourth. The last year before she would go out into the world and make a name for herself as world famous Pokemon Ranger. A female Swellow swooped down from the air, gracefully setting down on the same branch as Jade. <br><br>"Oh hello Kayla. Nice of you to join us." Jade smiled, reaching her hand out and lightly stroking the feathered head of the bird Pokemon. It cooed softly, as if realizing she had to stay quiet for the ceremony. Kayla was Jadaria's partner Pokemon, though techinically she wasn't supposed to have one. However, she had cleared it with the headmaster and local Ranger guild before she had named the bird. In exchange for the partner Pokemon, she agreed to a maximum of one other befriended Pokemon at any given time until graduation. The pair watched the ceremony come to a close, the young woman hopping down from tree and landing gracefully on her feet. Kayla flapped her wings, gliding down to land on the ground on Jade's right side "Come Kayla, we have class to get back to." She sighed already heading towards the area that served as their home room, her long, silvery hair trailing behind her like a banner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 23:07:18</strong>
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				Fiona smiled as the girl came up to her, not wanting to make her feel silly around the others she pulled her down to her seat and whispered to her "Don't you worry, this is the homeroom, your fine," She let go of her, "My name is Fiona by the way, its a pleasure to meet you though, may I ask what your name is? I'm assuming this is your first year at the school right?
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				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 05:37:30</strong>
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				<strong>"Hey Fiona, what's up?"</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Nothing.&nbsp; James let out a silent sigh and trudge on towards homeroom.&nbsp; He noticed that he was following Fiona and the new girl.&nbsp; <em>They must be lumping new kids in with the veterans...</em> He thought.&nbsp; He chose a seat in the back corner of the room and quietly brooded there.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I SHOULD just be the quiet type...</em>&nbsp; He thought to himself as homeroom started and the kids came flooding in.&nbsp; <br><br>His Eevee, who he had had since before he came here, curled up in his lap, while his barely hatched Bulbasaur curled up on his head.&nbsp; It must have been comfortable, because the two of them were snoozing before long.&nbsp; James felt a weird sense of peace wash over him.&nbsp; This year was going to be good...one way or another.
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				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 06:50:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong><em>Jadaria</em><br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Home Room</em><br><strong>Tagged:</strong><em>James Freestone</em></div><br>Jade stood in the corner alone with her partner for a little while, her eyes scanning the room at each of the students both old and new alike. The brilliant blue orbs rested on the young man who had interrupted the entrance speech by walking in late. The event replayed in her mind, the thought of it bringing a smile to her face. <br><br>"Kayla, do you see that boy over there? The funny one right there." She asked the bird, who nodded and looked right at the intended target. "Be a darling and go fetch his Ghost Badge for me." She watched as Kayla took off, followed at a certain distance by her human partner. The Swellow circled around and took the badge into her talons, speeding around Jade's head before dropping the item into the palm of her hand. "Thank you Kayla." She said, facing the student in which the badge belonged.<br><br>"Quite a funny one you are. Your face isn't new but I don't remembering you being as bold last year." Jade raised an eyebrow, holding out the stolen item. "Sorry, I tend to get carried away. Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Jadaria Brookes, a pleasure to meet someone with enough guts to interrupt the Dragon Master's speech." She bowed dramatically, one arm folded across her abdomen the other sweeping into the air.
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				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 07:36:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">Name: James Freestone<br>Location: Home Room<br>Tagged: Jadaria Brookes</div><br>James was startled back into awareness by the feeling of a cheese grater running down his chest.&nbsp; He opened his eyes just in time to see a flurry of blue feathers, followed by a sudden lightness in his shirts' front pocket.&nbsp; He saw the blasted bird flying away with his Ghost Badge.&nbsp; <em>Oh HELL no! I am so not getting another badge!</em>&nbsp; James made a grab at the damned creatures legs as fast as his reflexes would allow.&nbsp; He missed it by mere inches, and the bird went soaring over to its' owner.<br><br>James let out an exasperated sigh.&nbsp; <em>Just when I swore to keep to myself...</em>&nbsp; Rising to his feet, he approached the white haired girl who had stolen his property.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"No...I suppose you wouldn't remember me.&nbsp; I went here last year.&nbsp; Name's James."</strong> He stuck out his hand.&nbsp; <strong>"It's nice to meet you Jadaria.&nbsp; And it doesn't take guts to interrupt her.&nbsp; Just be one of her favorite students is all, haha."</strong>&nbsp; He watched her bow, and, when she was done, he held out his hand.&nbsp; <strong>"I need that badge, though.&nbsp; I'm not just using it to sneak around with...I actually have a night class.&nbsp; And I am not asking for a replacement badge a-"</strong>&nbsp; He stopped himself mid-sentence.&nbsp; There was no point letting her know it was his third badge.&nbsp; Especially when he didn't even know if she was going to give it back.
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				Post by: <strong>Mythical Juli</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 08:43:00</strong>
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				A pale pinkish red haired girl walked into the academy. It was her first time here. She hadn't said one word to anyone when she came in. She was mostly surrounded by strangers by the look of it. She was a first year and never been to this school before. She saw maybe two or three students from her town, but mostly kids she didn't like. However she just about disliked everyone at her old place. Other than one boy, who she was somewhat friends with, or least she thought. But as she expected, he left her life too. She felt anyone and everyone she ever got somewhat close to somehow managed to just disappear from her life one day. She had nobody to name after all that was still around that she managed to make friends with or anything.&nbsp; <br><br>She was pretty observant of her surroundings, but managed to not show much interest. A lot of the students looked excited and had lively eyes, but her eyes looked more... dead. It was like her emotionless eyes were hiding something. She almost had a dark aura to her. It wasn't that she was a bad person or the villain of the story. She just had trouble showing emotion in general, as well as scared to let people close. She learned to try to zone out from her surroundings usually. She got pretty mad as a kid when aggravated so tried to get around it by just ignoring instead of caring. She was more normal when really little but after a bad family experience and issues with bullying, and becoming a problem student from that, she kind of turned into what she is today; a not social loner.<br><br>She was surprised her family let her go to her school. Although she rarely talked to her dad now. She was close to him as a child but after he left for a business trip and never even came back to visit her she felt abandoned by him. She never got along with her mother, fought with her a lot, and she probably just got in this school after a lot of fighting with her mother and threatening to just move out and never come back for good. Despite the fact her mother didn't like pokemon she did like having "status" and more so kept her daughter even so she wouldn't be looked down by others. Mikki, that was the girl's name, just saw her as a hypocrit. Her mother cared about what others thought of her, but didn't really give a damn what her daughter thought of her and was quite mean to her. <br><br>With her, Mikki had a Cubone. The little pokemon was a loner just like its owner. Odd how they got with each other since it was hard to get one to approach the other at first. That's a story for later though. Long story short the thing was getting close to Mikki, but at the same time a bit cautious around her. Its feelings were mixed enough at times it would look at Mikki suspiciously but then at times cling to her leg and look at other things suspiciously, almost hiding behind her like she was it's mother. But this a pokemon with a lot of love for it's mother unlike Mikki. The skull on it's head even belongs to it's dead mother as a way of honoring it. So their relationship still has a way to go till the cubone really felt as close to Mikki as its own mother. <br><br>There were some seats set up but she stood up for a while until her cubone jumped up one of the seats. She looked over and saw it was one towards the corners which was a little more isolated than some of the other seats with others sitting a good distance away from her. She let out a sigh and walked over to the little pokemon. The cubone got off the seat as she came over and she already could tell why. She rolled her eyes a bit and mumbled the word '<em>fine...</em>' under her breath to it as she sat down. As she sat down the pokemon bounced onto her lap and she slightly instinctively wrapped her arms around it a bit, almost protectively, but her face remained emotionless mostly nonetheless. She let out a sigh and her golden eyes looked up to a man talking at the front of the stage. She listened a bit but lost interest quickly and her eyes started to wander across the room more. Then suddenly her eyes stopped on a young man sitting in one of the rows in front of her. A spark of interest lit up in her eyes, and maybe a bit of surprise. She kept staring at him curiously but couldn't fully see his face, just the side of his face at times but mostly the back. <br><br><em>"Hm, he kinda looks like that boy I knew back when I was a kid... Durge?"</em> Nah, this guy looked too... powerful to be scrawny little Durge, as often asked Mikki to help give him a lift when he needed to climb a tree, or when he couldn't life a stone by himself that she could carry myself... no way that - and Mikki would never admit it under even penalty of death - hunk of man-meant was 'too scrawny to break a twig' Durge. Seriously, that guy looked like he could snap a tree over his back with ease! And yet the resemblance seemed uncanny, too uncanny for her to ignore, and she found herself following him to Homeroom to basically move next to the guy, and then noticed the tell-tale sign of the identity of the individual: the boy was wearing a larger version of the same exact outfit Durge always wore! Durge was notorious in her youth for having an entire wardrobe of nothing but copies of the same exact outfit! It was him!<br><br>Mikki then covered her face to hide her almost unnoticeable blush, her emotionless face almost breaking in embarrassment at the thoughts that went through her mind and then the horrific realization that she had found Durge attractive. Durge, despite his father and grandfather having been noticeably handsome and strong in their youth, could have been been described as plain in appearance and meager in strength. And yet it seemed he was merely a late bloomer, and had the other girls from Blackthorn City seen what Durge had turned into, those gossiping whores would have been tearing at each others throats to claim him as theirs. And then the sudden realization that Durge was right in front of her, and a lot of things from her past rushed back, creating not only nostalgia, but bitterness in how Durge had seemingly abandoned her like her father had before her... even if they had never said outright they were friends... Durge was the closest thing she had to a friend, a best friend even...<br><br>It seemed that Cubone had either picked up on her animosity directed towards the boy who was seemingly minding his own business, that, or Cubone was getting jealous of all the attention Mikki was giving Durge, regardless of whether that attention was positive or negative. Enacting a rather bad habit of his, Mikki's Cubone flicked it's bone club at Durge, nailing him in the head, and had it been anyone else, Mikki would have just uttered a quiet apology and then moved away, but this was Durge! No way was she letting him out of her sights, he had a lot of explaining to do! Once Mikki had Durge's attention, she kicked Durge in the shin and growled, "Durge Padurios! Where do you get off, running on your journey and forgetting I exist? You never write, you never answer my calls, you never visit, I haven't seen you in over six years Durge. SIX YEARS!"<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Mikki Zephra<br><strong>Location</strong>: Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Cubone, Durge Padurios
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 21:20:58</strong>
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				As usual Dylon was up far to late, and didn't make the morning assembly. Not that his lack of presence would be noted. Dylon was here for his second year, and unlike a lot of students he spent far more time active at night than day, taking both classes in ghost and dark type pokemon. In fact, any excuse to be up during the night was always acceptable by Dylon. As the meeting closed Dylon quickly talked to a few people to figure out if anything changed this year and for the most part it seemed to be normal. That means he hasn't missed anything. <br><br>After glancing over the departing crown, Dylon failed to notice anyone he actually liked. Then again, he wasn't well known, spending almost all of last year hiding out and dealing with lots of family issues. This year would be better. He would no longer be the recluse that no one knows. He would leave his mark this year. He could hear something otherworldly encouraging him. <br><br>Dylon started on his way to homeroom, if he could get there early he could get a nap in, and maybe even get to know his new homeroom class mates. <br><strong><br>Name:</strong> Dylon Rosesn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Going to Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; None. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 19:51:05</strong>
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				((Had this all typed up yesterday and then the wifi started acting up right when I hit 'post'. Whee!)) <br><br>Edison sat stiffly through the introductory speeches, taking careful note of the rules. This was his first year at the Academy, and perhaps more importantly, his first extended period outside of Saffron City. Hoenn failed to feel as different from Kanto as he might have expected, but he was sure he would find a way to get over the lack of convenient drama in the landscape. What was very different was the Academy itself, at least from the Silph Co building and apartments he was so used to. There was a huge number of people his own age and even younger, and a sense of disorder even among the heavily scheduled academic regimens. Edison was confident in his abilities to do well academically, but he wanted to be as certain as possible that he didn't accidentally trip up in some other way. He was, as far as he was concerned, highly unlikely to partake in any activity that would be construed as rulebreaking, but one of the many things his parents had taught him was to not assume. Assuming without checking lead to chemical explosions and specially-bred lab-Rattata running rampant through the building. <br><br>As the assembly ended, he stood and began making his way to homeroom, sparing one last look at the Biology teacher's powerful Garchomp. Despite -or maybe because of- its age, it looked quite imposing. The beast was no Fighting type of course, but there was a sense of power there to be respected, beyond simple respect for authority. If at all possible, Edison would have to see the Garchomp in action. All of the teacher's Pokemon, really, but it sounded as if Miss Schroedinger might be more involved in the day to day aspects of student life than the others. <br><br><hr><br><em><strong>Edison Stuebeck<br>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mikki, Durge, open</em><br><br>Edison double-checked his schedule, tucking the binder containing it and his notes under one arm before entering. The room was a bit smaller than he had expected, given the number of students attending the Academy. He supposed it would be better to deliver announcements and such here than in one of the larger lecture halls, but it felt very... informal. Still, this was an internationally renowned institution. They had to know what they were doing. And... there was already someone making a scene. What exactly her issue was with the other student, Edison didn't pretend to know, but it sounded rather personal. <br><br>"Ah, excuse me miss," he said in his usual, low voice. "Please pardon my intrusion. However, this sounds like something you may not want addressed quite so publicly..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 20:14:33</strong>
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				<strong>Jiselle Dubois</strong><br><strong>Location: Ampetheater</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Andrew</strong><br><br>Jiselle shook the man's hand and nodded. "Jiselle... Jiselle Dubois... it's nice to meet you." She smiled and collected herself. "I'm sorry... I should really watch where I'm going... I can be so klutzy sometimes... I... didn't hurt you did I?" He was a nice looking boy, pretty smile and nice eyes. Jiselle found she could hardly look the man in the eyes without blushing. Shuffling about in place, she mentally fumbled for something to add in. "Uhm... we should probably... uhm... get to home room... It's been nice meeting you though! I'll... see you around?" She bowed and headed off towards homeroom, blushing madly.<br><br>---<br><strong>Alicia Heartwind (http://images4.fanpop.com/image/answers/1950000/1950761_1314974251199.88res_400_300.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Location: Library</strong><br><strong>Tagged: None; Open</strong><br><br>Alicia sighed, sitting at her desk with a hand on her cheek. Gods, day one was boring. Hardly anyone ever came to the library, at least until day four. She had already stocked all the new books they got in for the year, ordered ones that the senior class last year 'forgot' to return, and reshelved the entire library, <em>twice</em>. She looked over as two Exploud pokemon moved chairs and reorganized the reading area for the second time. "Good girls." She smiled, patting the desk. "Come over here to mother." The two Exploud turned and trotted happily over to Alicia, jumping the desk and standing next to her. Sitting as she was, they were taller then her, but she patted their heads nonetheless. "We'll all set up here for another year, aren't we, girls?" The Exploud nodded, a little flute-like tone coming from it as they were happily petted.<br><br>"How are my little girls today?" One of the Exploud, the one on her left, wore two pink ribbons on the pipe-like horns on it's head, while the other had a little beret on it's head. The one with the ribbons was Bass, and the other, Treble. Most people wouldn't know, but Alicia was a bit of a conundrum. She, herself, despised loud noises, they hurt her ears and they were generally not nice to listen to. However... the pair of Exploud before her seemed to contradict that.<br><br>Alicia also had an interested relationship with Vanessa... one she really did not like reminiscing on. "Okay, Bass, Treble... you girls go off and have fun, but be back in an hour, alright?" Bass and Treble nodded. "Good girls. Now go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizer Bolt</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 21:03:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Durge Padurios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Random Unoccupied Corner, Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mikki, a moment ago Edison<br><br>Durge was minding his own business, considering actually bringing out his Pokemon to have a decent conversation, until he was suddenly it in the head by something, Durge didn’t know what it was because it had come from behind him, and that was seriously annoying to Durge, because since he didn’t know who it was, unless someone fessed up or pointed out the perpetrator Durge was likely to be unable to exact any kind of retribution on the offender. This was just great, he was not even in his first class and already he was getting picked on, Durge thought that working on his physical form would have been enough to cow anyone, seeing as while he had been training his Pokemon, his father had decided to also begin teaching Durge the martial arts fighting style known as Dragon Style, and right now Durge was ready to pull out the Hiryuu, or Rising Dragon, which was basically a devastating series of uppercuts, a single one alone being enough to knock someone out if it connected just right, and luckily it didn’t actually leave much in terms of bruising or marks because Durge could control how much force he needed to knock someone out, but all he’d need to do is basically knock someone upside the head in a sense to let it be known that Durge would not tolerate bullshit. While Durge’s father had asked him to do his best to follow the rules and avoid trouble, he would understand if Durge got into a fight or confrontation, as while Durge had learned a lot about Dragon-type Pokemon, he had also unwittingly adopted some of their behavioral traits which he expressed subconsciously, and one thing he couldn’t stand was disrespect, and if something like what had just happened to Durge did in fact happen, Durge’s father understood if Durge ended up smacking the shit out of someone for trying just that. And as Durge looked around to see who it was that had tossed something to him, he received a kick to his shins, and turned his head again to see who was trying to stir trouble, and found a female in front of him that was simply amazing to his eyes. It might have seemed a tad strange, considering Durge was more concerned with Dragon Pokemon than he was with girls or dating, so much so that people had often questioned if Durge even had any sexual urges of sorts, especially considering he was entering puberty and his training was likely to cause stress to build up within him.<br><br>There as something about this female though, being so ‘in your face’ that appealed to Durge, and her form was not at all unappealing, in fact despite that she didn’t seem to ave any beauty items like perfume or make-up or nail polish, she did seem incredible nonetheless, and then the girl began talking, and Durge began growing ever so more confused, because he really didn’t remember anyone that he had missed… except for Mikki, but her hair was much shorter than this girl’s, and she didn’t seem as tan in her skin tone as this girl, and most certainly her chest was not as… big as that, seriously this girl in front of him could probably suffocate someone with those things! And yet one thing stood out to him, or rather two things did: her eyes, and her smell, the first thing was that her eyes were just like Mikki’s, complete with the same annoyed expression that Mikki seemed to have whenever Durge had irked her or tried to get her involved with something he was doing that she clearly didn’t want to do or did something worth her venting on him; the second bit concerning her smell was just that, as Durge had learned to enhance his sense of smell among other things through a secret that he kept to everyone except his father and grandfather, and this girl smelled exactly as Mikki smelled, and don’t ask how Durge knew what Mikki smelled like, that was an embarrassing story that Durge didn’t want to remember, because Mikki could tell when he was thinking of embarrassing things they did when they were younger. And then someone had brought it to their attention that Mikki was making a scene, and already they could hear random bits of conversation talking and gossiping about them, things that went along the lines of, ‘Trouble in paradise!’, ‘The newlyweds are fighting!’, ‘She’s probably just horny and wants a dicking from her man’, and so on and so forth, but it seemed rumors and talk had reached a general consensus that Durge and Mikki were intimately involved and in a relationship, and Durge’s blush and embarrassment almost prevented him from acting, but instead he notiched she was holding a Cubone and then saw the bone next to his leg, and picking it up and pocketing it – so as to not let the lob-happy Pokemon from getting it’s weapon of choice back – and then dragging Mikki into a corner to talk to her, thus getting the rumor mill to work overtime, and then with themselves with nobody next to them Durge went to ask, “Mikki, is that you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smoothtrooperette</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 22:42:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa Schroeder<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Classroom<br><strong>Target:</strong> Anyone in the classroom</div><br><em>The door slammed open as Vanessa stormed in, head held high as fierce emerald eyes scanning the room as she stepped behind the desk.&nbsp; The Garchomp stepped in afterward, carefully closing the door behind himself before taking a slow seat beside the older woman.&nbsp; With a careful look around the room, he lets out a soft huff into the air.</em><br><br><strong>"Listen up. If you want a Ghost Badge, I'm your best friend on this campus. Prove that you can handle the responsibility and you'll have one by the end of the month.&nbsp; If you lose your Ghost Badge..."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes scanned over James Freestone. <strong> "You may ask your pier here to tell you how to get a new one." </strong> She allowed that to sink in for a moment before taking a deep breath. <strong> "Do <em>not</em> challenge me to a battle. I <em>will</em> humiliate you in front of the whole school. Do not think I will take it easy on you. That is not the way of a Dragon Master.&nbsp; I can either be your friend, or I can be your worst nightmare.&nbsp; You have a choice.&nbsp; Upset me and you will <em>not</em> enjoy this year. Carrying on, Godric;"</strong> she gestured to the old Garchomp behind her. <strong> "may be old, but he is not weak. He is still dangerous. Do not annoy him. He does not take kindly to strangers." </strong> With that, she held up her Pokeball and recalled Godric.&nbsp; She tossed another one.&nbsp; Out from the ball came a Haxorus.&nbsp; Standing at a whopping 6'2" and packed to the brim with muscle, it was obvious that the Dragon Master took her training seriously.<br><br><strong>"This is Roe. Do not touch the scythes.&nbsp; If you must touch him, keep it near his torso or back.&nbsp; They <em>will</em> cut through your fingers like a knife through paper."</strong> With that, she recalled Roe, throwing another Pokemon.&nbsp; A Druddigon appeared this time.&nbsp; He hunched over, brows furrowed slightly as he let out a huff of air. <strong> "Jour. He takes kindly to most."</strong> Shrugging, she withdrew the Druddigon before throwing two Pokeballs out.&nbsp; An Altaria landed on the desk before her, stretching out its cloud-like wings before relaxing completely. A Flygon landed near her, sinking low to the ground as it surveyed the room. <strong>"The Altaria's name is Alto and the Flygon's name is Bandit.&nbsp; You will not see them often; but you will see them more than my Kingdra."</strong> With that, she returned the pokemon, allowing Garchomp back out since he had the room.&nbsp; With a yawn, he settled down to rest.&nbsp; <br><br>Placing her hands on her hips, the Dragon Master surveyed the room.&nbsp; <strong>"...Now that you know a bit about me... I want you to introduce yourselves.&nbsp; One after another. Introduce your Pokemon as well. As unfortunate as it is relying on one another; you will have to learn to create bonds with your fellow trainers." </strong>&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><em>Even through the stern look, a small flicker of a smile played on those lips as her eyes seemed to soften slightly.&nbsp; Another year.&nbsp; Another set of trainers.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizer Bolt</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 23:31:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Durge Padurios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Myself, Mikki, Professer Schroeder, everyone else I suppose...<br><br>“We’ll talk about this later Mikki…”, Durge had said, wanting to talk to her but with the teacher in front of them Durge did not want to possibly get in trouble on the first day by talking out of hand… Seeing as nobody else was going to go, Durge decided to break the ice and go first, standing up and then speaking so everyone could hear him, “I am Durge Padurios of the Dragon User Clan of Blackthorn City. My grandfather was the former Master of the Dragon user Clan, with my father becoming the new Master about a few years ago. Before anyone asks, if you were wondering about my relation to other famous Dragon-Type users, the answer is yes: the Indigo League Pokemon Champion Lance is my cousin, and so is the Blackthorn City Gym Leader Clair. I also am an aspiring Dragon-Type user and hopefully if I continue to work hard and train alongside my partners I too can become a noteworthy Dragon Master. My Pokemon are my Gible named Kisame, and my Deino named Ghidorah. I can speak to Dragon-Type Pokemon because I have spent years living among them ever since I was a child, but only to Dragon-Type Pokemon… trying to speak to other Pokemon of different types is like trying to speak to someone who speaks another language using Babelfish: you’ll at best make a 38% accurate translation and thus understand less than 3/5 of anything other Pokemon can say. I am proficient in martial arts and have been training in the Dragon-Style unique to my family, and I do not take well to bullying. Just as Professor Schroeder has stated earlier, trying to anger a Dragon-Type trainer is as inadvisable as trying to anger a Dragon-Type Pokemon, do NOT test my patience, do not try to pick a fight with me, do not try to disrespect me, do not try to hurt the friends I will hopefully make, and do not encroach on my territory, you WILL regret it. I appreciate friendly competition and if you show respect and courtesy to me I will return it likewise, but trying to anger me has consequences, and this is not a threat: it’s a promise." As he sat down and he thought about his introduction, Durge obviously left a bit out, but that was for others to find out, and Durge wanted to keep his planned method of fighting alongside his Pokemon as well as his hidden discovered trait a secret for now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 23:38:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>Fiona Sirell<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Classroom<br><strong>Target:</strong> Everyone</div><br>Fiona took Vanessa's bluster in her stride, she was a lot nicer than her... angry introductions generally made her to be, but as per usual it looked like it put off anybody from coming up to do their introductions, so she thought that she would break the ice a little bit and go on the pedistal and introduce herself next.<br><br>Brushing her jeans down, she stepped up to the pedistal and looked at the crowd, some she recodnised, most she didn't taking a deep breath and smiled, "Heya everyone, I'm Fiona Sirell, I'm a second year student so I know my way around the grouds, so feel free to come ask for help, I help as the assistant counsellor too, so I'll be willing to lend an ear to your troubles... Oh right my pokemon!" She giggled as she pulled out her two pokeballs. Opening both to show a Zangoose and Ralts "Neither of them have special names, because I don't think they needs names to be special, this is my Ralts and Zangoose, they've been working with me for a long time, and I wouldn't trade them for a moltres" She smiled, recalling both pokemon and taking her leave off of the stage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 00:28:56</strong>
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				James was suddenly distracted and thrust into the spotlight as Mrs. S decided to poke fun at the fact that his Ghost Badge had been stolen again.&nbsp; Feeling his face grow a few shades redder, he put his hand back down at his side and simply stood there awkwardly.&nbsp; Then, Fiona decided to introduce herself.&nbsp; He blew out all of the air and sucked in a fresh batch.<br><br><em>Confident...</em><br><em>Confident...</em><br><em>Confident...Girls like guys who are confident...</em><br><br>He saw Fiona getting off the stage and coolly walked past her and onto the stage.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Hey everyone,"</strong> he said, glancing around the room.&nbsp; <strong>"My name is James Freestone; I'm a second year, same as Fiona.&nbsp; Like Mrs. S so kindly pointed out, I know how to get replacement Ghost Badges."</strong>&nbsp; With the last few words, he shot a venomous glance at the girl who had stolen his.&nbsp; <strong>"That one,"</strong> he said, pointing at the girl, <strong>"That one was my third one.&nbsp; So...I've been around the block a few times."</strong> <br><br>He smiled a bit.&nbsp; <strong>"Besides losing my badge, I also helped make some of the maps around the school, and I know the schedules of most people like the back of my hand, so if you ever need to find someone"</strong>&nbsp; <em>Or avoid getting caught, more like...</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"then just try and find me and I'll be more than happy to help you out.&nbsp; As for pokemon,"</strong>&nbsp; With that, he flicked his wrist, gracefully releasing both pokemon at once.&nbsp; <strong>"This one is Eevee, but you can call him Cham.&nbsp; And this little guy is my baby Bulbasaur.&nbsp; He hatched days before I left for Hoenn this year, so I haven't given him a name yet. <br><br>If you want, you guys are more than welcome to play with him.&nbsp; I know how cute baby pokemon are."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Did he ever.&nbsp; Back in Kanto, you could get any girl, no matter how attractive, if you had a baby pokemon.&nbsp; Who could resist them?&nbsp; To emphasize his point, the Bulbasaur curled up on the pedestal, yawned, and started napping.&nbsp; James lowered his voice to a whisper, <strong>"I'm James Freestone.&nbsp; It was nice meeting all of you."</strong><br><br>With that, he picked up Bulbasaur and walked towards the back of the room where he had some business with a girl with white hair.&nbsp; He placed Bulbasaur on one of the desks, and left Cham to guard him.&nbsp; Cham was over 2 years old, and, for an Eevee to still be evolved after that long...Let's just say, you didn't want to mess with an angry one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 00:39:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elektra Kandou (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Images-41.jpeg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Watching the Headmaster speak, fixing to get up and go to her Homeroom.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><br>Elekra sat there and watched, wondering what a Ghost Badge was and what this place would be like. She was a first year after all, having just left her lifelong home of Violet City in the Johto. She was well traveled in Jotho, having had traveled with her aunt quite much. But she had never been out of her home region. Elektra had lead a rather lonely life, orphaned at the age of 5 by a terrible lad accident that killed her parents. Since then she lived with her only aunt, her mother's sister. But her aunt wasn't exactly the motherly type. She worked a lot, and was always busy. She tried to be there for her niece though, providing what she could for her. But still, it was lonely. It got a little less lonely 3 years ago when she got Sparkles though.<br><br>"Pii Pichu." Sparkles' cute little voice brought Elektra from her daydream. The blue Pichu (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/PikachuColoredPichu-picsay.jpg) was poking her head out from the bag slung over Elektra's shoulder. "Hey Spark."&nbsp; Elektra said sweetly as she patted the Pokemon on its head. Looking up, she saw that nearly everybody was gone. "Oh, so that's what you were getting at." She said. Although she was actually kind of waiting for everybody to clear out. Elektra was naturally shy, and didn't like big groups of people. <br><br>With a sigh, she stood up. Reaching into her bag next to Sparkles, she pulled out a Pokemon egg. Running her hand over the smooth speckled surface. It had been a parting gift from her aunt. Although Elektra didn't know what kind of Pokemon egg it was, she had a feeling her aunt did. She had hinted that it was a special and rare Pokemon, just the kind Elektra liked. Like her Sparkles, as far as Elektra knew there wasn't another blue Pichu in the world. The professor had thought that maybe it was because of some berry her mother ate while pregnant. With a smile she placed the egg back in her bag and then started to walk to her Homeroom 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 00:44:28</strong>
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				<div align="center">Name: Andrew Dalton</div><div align="center">Location: Amphitheather, Homeroom</div><div align="center">Target: Everyone</div><br>Andrew smiled as Jiselle stuttered in his presence. She was quite pretty when she did that and he shook his head. "I am not hurt, miss Dubois... and you are definitely not a klutz." He said with a smile and when she said that they should get to class and she suddenly dashed off, he blinked for a moment before smiling in amusement. <em>She must be a bit shy to react in such a manner.</em> He thought to himself as he walked towards class and took a seat with the other third year students.<br><br>Andrew fell silent as he heard Vanessa set the rules for everybody to follow. It was good as a refresher of course, not that he needed one...&nbsp; and he waited until James stepped down from the podium before he stepped up and faced the class. He smiled softly at them and bowed politely at everyone before saying. "Good morning to all of you. My name is Andrew Dalton and I am a third year student this year. I may not be an assistant counsellor like Fiona, but I am always ready to help anyone that needs assistance."<br><br>He grinned and then took out&nbsp; his Pokeballs and pressed the release catch and a Squirtle and a Snivy popped out beside him. "This is Neptune, my Squirtle and Gaia, my Snivy. They have been with me two years now, and we are best friends with each other. Right guys?" A cheerful 'Squirt' and 'Sniv' reply brought a grin to his face. "My advise to you first years is... care and love your pokemon like they are your family members... believe me, the bonds you build with them are very precious... nothing in the world could be able to compare to them. Anyway, that's all I have to say for now... thank you."<br><br>He then recalled his pokemon and stepped off the stage and took his seat once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 00:49:56</strong>
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				Name: Dylon<br>Location: The class room<br>Tagged: Vanessa and the class.<br><br>Dylon walked into the class and found an empty seat. Then his head hit the desk and he slept for a while. The normal chatter of the room letting him slumber without issue until a loud bang awoken him. He bolted up and wiped away the small pool of drool that was forming. The sight of a parade of dragons kept him focused long enough that he actually started figuring out what was going on. Introductions and all that stuff. Well, the sooner this was done the sooner he could try and sneak in another nap maybe.<br><br>Dylon stood up, waving to the class. "Hello class. I'm Dylon. I have with me..." He paused for a moment, and glanced around the room. Missy wasn't in her pokeball, in fact he had the bad habit of letting her roam. She never did stray far from him so it was safe enough. He glanced into his backpack that he left at his seat. He walked over to it and tugged it open, then inside he saw Missy getting into the treats he had saved for later. "HEY!" "Missy, get out of my backpack. I'm trying to introduce you. " Missy, a Misdreavus of normal size and color floated out of the backpack, being larger than the pack she was within. "This is Missy. She is always by my side." The ghost faded away from normal view, becoming the very ghost she was.&nbsp; Dylon then pulled out a pokeball, finally finishing his walk to the front stage. <br><br>"Hecarim, come forth." A slightly larger than normal Houndour appears from the pokeball. Hecarim appears ready for battle, but then noticing the large crowd of students and the lack of a foe it quickly softens. Giving the class a soft puppy dog look. "Yes yes. Return."<br><br>Dylon shook his head and finished speaking. "Well, that is my pokemon, this is my second year here. I'm sorry if I'm not entirely focused I do take a large number of night classes. If you have any questions about ghost, I might know a thing or two." Dylon sat back down. Hopefully that covered everything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 03:14:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Jadaria</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Home Room</em><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>James Freestone; Everyone</em></div><br>Jadaria shrugged, smiling at James introduction. "Sorry kid." She strode up beside him, flicking the object into the air as she walk by him. Spinning on her heel, she turned to the rest of the people in the room. Before speaking, she flipped her silver hair over her shoulder and sighed as she turned her gaze to each of the other students. "Hello to all of you. My name is Jadaria Brookes, but feel free to call me Jade. This here is my partner Pokemon, Kayla. She is very sweet, and despite what James there would have you believe so am I." Jade smiled as Kayla made her hello. "This is my fourth and final year here before I go out into this world as a Pokemon Ranger. If there is anything you ever need, please don't hesitate to ask me. Whether it be missing homework assignments to a stolen Ghost badge." Shooting a wink in Jame's direction, Jade decided her introduction had come to a conclusion. <br><br>Motioning to Kayla that it was alright for her to fly about then, Jade withdrew herself to a corner of the room in order to watch the other students introduce themselves and their Pokemon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 05:19:37</strong>
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				<em>Oh man, I can't catch a break today!&nbsp; First Fiona ignores me, then Mr. S grills me, and now this?</em><br><br>Trying to hide the embarrassing shade of crimson that his face was turning, he caught his Ghost Badge and followed Jade to the back of the room.&nbsp; He had had it up to here with bullies and he was going to set her straight, yet...something in her eyes told him this was just how she had fun.&nbsp; James stopped for a moment and analyzed her; she was pretty, obviously gifted if she had made it through four years here, and she was a little rough around the edges.&nbsp; She was exactly what James needed at the moment.&nbsp; She seemed so confident all the time...<br><br><strong>"Hey, Jade.&nbsp; Would you mind telling me why you singled <em>me</em> out?&nbsp; Why not that moody kid with the ghost?&nbsp; Why not that meat-head over there?"</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;He moved Jade into the corner, not overtly so, but just subtly enough so that anyone who was paying attention to them could tell he purposefully placed himself there.&nbsp; She was not getting past him; not before he got some answers.&nbsp; And who knows, he was starting to like this girl already.&nbsp; <em>Let's just say, there are a lot worse guys to fool around with than the guy who knows everyone's schedule...</em> He thought.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 05:24:49</strong>
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				<strong>Jiselle</strong><br><strong>Homeroom.</strong><br><strong>Everyone</strong><br><br>Jiselle stood and took the stage looking very much like a leaf in a hurricane, shaking all over the place. "H-Hi... everyone m... my name is Jiselle... Jiselle - uhm... Dubois... It's a puh-pleasure to meet you all..." She pulled herself into a bow, which quickly turned into a face plant. Falling over with a loud THUMP as her face met stage. Slowly getting to her feet, she suppressed tears. <em>No crying, Jiselle...</em> She thought. <em>No one likes a crybaby...</em><br><br>"O-ow..." She complained, inhaling. "Uhm... m-moving on..." She fumbled with the pokeball at her side, the red and white sphere falling to the stage with a clack, the ball cracking open, a Carvanha appearing on the ground. "S-Sorry, Iltzie! Sorry! I'm such a butterfingers!" Reaching down, she coddled the Carvanha in her arms, the Water Type Pokemon looking very happy there. "This... this is my Carvanha, Iltzie. She... she doesn't really like people... so... don't try to pet her... you'll... uh... loose a finger..." She fumbled about for a moment before bowing, stumbling forward to avoid another face plant. "Tha-that's all! Thank you..." Collecting the pokeball, she took her seat looking as red as the top half of the sphere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NeonDonut</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 08:50:57</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>Courtyard, and outside the homeroom</strong><br><strong>Anyone</strong><br>'I guess I have to go to my homeroom, I wonder where that is?' <br><br>Emily spoke quietly to herself as the crowd dispersed from the annual headmasters address, each going to their own homeroom. Scanning the surrounding area for a teacher or at least a student to help her find her way. Emily shrugged walking out of the courtyard, she attempted to stop people walking past but they seemed far to busy to stop and help. Attempting to stop a number of students, she recieved the same response from everyone ''Sorry, I'm busy''<br>'E-Excuse me, do you kn-'<br>'Hey, I'm lo-'<br>'You, help m-'<br>Moving past the courtyard and down a heap of different paths looking around for something that looked like a homeroom. <br>Emily found herself lost in this new school, no idea where she was. A thought struck her too late to even matter she could have gone to the office and asked them, except she had no idea how to get there from here . Slapping her face at her horrible sense of direction, Emily took a seat on a nearby bench, pulling a Pokeball from belt and clicking the button on it and releasing her small electric squirrel in a flash of light. It tilted it's head and looked up at her <br>'Pachi?'<br>Emily laughed 'Yeah, Haha! I'm lost again' Emily leaned down and gave Raz a stroke on the head, scratching him behind his ears. Raz cooed with enjoyment, sparking her slightly as he moved against her hand. Raz had been Emily's going away present from her parents, they had caught him in their pantry, chowing down on their snacks. Emily's father was planning to 'dispose' of the pest, but Emily had scooped up the little guy before her father had a chance and pleaded with him to let her keep him. After some arguing her father accepted this, allowing her to take him away to boarding school with her. Raz had immediately taken a liking to her, and was very protective of men trying to hit on her. Which was unfortunate for the amount of guys she had hooked up with.<br>She was extracted from these thoughts by the sound of a man's voice, 'Excuse me? Are you ok?' Unknown to Emily she had been sitting on the bench staring into the sky, looking rather dazed. Sitting up straight she looked at the man who had interrupted her, he was a rather effeminate man who she recognised from the headmasters address. <br>'U-Uh, Yes! I mean no! I need to find the homeroom!<br>The man burst out laughing at her response, almost doubling over with laughter. Emily, folded her arms biting her lip not amused by his ridicule of her.<br>'What's so funny, huh?' She snapped, looking away, Raz imitating his master did the same.<br>He rubbed his eyes, looking up at her. 'You're sitting outside of the homeroom building!' He said pointing to the building the bench was out the front of.<br>Emily blushed heavily and turned around, Issuing a rushed thank you, picking up Raz and stumbling through the double doors to the homeroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 18:10:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Jadaria Brookes</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Corner of Home Room</em><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>James Freestone; Jiselle</em></div><br>Pressing her back comfortablly against the wall, Jade returned her strong gaze to James. She lightly placed her index finger on her lips in thought. "I don't actually know. You just seem like more fun to hang around than those two do." She shrugged, her eyes drifting over to Kayla who was eyeing James warily. She raised an eyebrow, causing the bird to lower her head apologetically. "So what got you so good at finding your way around campus? It took me, and Kayla, ages to find classes. I admit, I still have trouble sometimes." She laughed, the tone holding a slight tone of embarassment which she banished almost immediately. <br><br>Her attention was momentarily drawn from their conversation as a student fell flat on her face during her introduction. Wincing as the same student dropped her Pokeball releasing the Carvahna. "I do hope she is okay... Kayla, do me a favor and go check to see if Jiselle is alright." Kayla cooed in response, taking off to land gently beside Jiselle. Chirping once, she nudged Jiselle's arm gently giving her a look as if to ask if everything was okay with her. "Sorry, natural habbit. You were answering a question for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 23:36:12</strong>
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				James was impressed.&nbsp; She didn't look away from him, even when backed into a corner.&nbsp; Plus, the compliment was nice.&nbsp; A little unnecessary, though.&nbsp; Obviously he was more fun to hang out with.&nbsp; He knew where stuff was, when stuff happened.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Oh, y'know.&nbsp; You learn a lot of peoples' schedules when you <em>have</em> to.&nbsp; Being out late without a Ghost Badge, you learn to avoid who you need to avoid, and you learn some handy shortcuts.&nbsp; I could show you one sometime, if you'd like."</strong> A smirk danced across James' lips.&nbsp; Yes, he had just invited a girl he had just met to a secluded area of school, but hey.&nbsp; This was the new and improved James.&nbsp; The confident James.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"What's your first class?&nbsp; If we have it together, I could show you that shortcut right away."</strong>&nbsp; That damned smirk would not go away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smoothtrooperette</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 01:54:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa Schroeder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Freestone, Jadaria, and Jiselle</div><br>Always the cock block, Vanessa strolled casually over to James and Jadaria.&nbsp; With a firm grip, she grabbed Jame's ear and twisted.&nbsp; <strong>"You want to spend time with that Nidoking, Freestone?"</strong> She smirked, quirking a brow before looking over at Jadaria.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't let him bully you into corners.&nbsp; It empowers him." </strong> She twisted a little more, frowning at James.&nbsp; <strong>"If you're trying to show girls the secluded spots at school... At night... Might I suggest you keep your voice down? Might I remind you, Freestone-- Of what happened to Jeffrey Abercrombie last year?"</strong> She chuckled softly before glancing over the room casually.&nbsp; Turning her eyes back on the two of them, she let go of the boy's ear before turning her gaze on Jadaria.&nbsp; <strong>"If I may have a moment?"</strong> Feeling like she had embarrassed the boy just enough, she let out a soft laugh before reaching down and placing a hand on the boy's shoulder; pulling him aside before dropping her voice to a whisper. <br><br>&nbsp;<em>"Listen, Freestone. I want you to deliver a letter to that librarian woman. The one with the two exploud. Miss Heartwind."</em> She frowned at the look that the boy would give her. Yes, he was to be a messenger pidgey again this year-- But he was the only one she trusted with such matters. Heartwind and Shcroeder had somewhat of a hectic relationship. While they had shared some intimate nights-- Heartwind wanted to be free and open about their relations...&nbsp; Schroeder did not. Easy to say it brought a bit of bad blood between the two of them; Heartwind feeling like Schroeder was ashamed of her... And Schroeder seeing the girl as a liability, much to her own dismay. <em>"Do this and I'll turn a blind eye to any 'dark and secluded' spots you want to show anyone.&nbsp; Got it? Same deal as last year." </em><br><br>With that, she turned him around, back toward Jadaria.&nbsp; <em>"Look sharp, the class has eyes on you."</em>&nbsp; With that, she slipped toward Jiselle, smiling softly at her.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you alright?"</strong> She asked, a slight quirk to one of those slender auburn brows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 03:26:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> James Freestone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Vanessa and Jade</div><br>James heard his teacher an instant too late.&nbsp; <em>Owwww!&nbsp; Mother of Arceus she has a strong grip! Oww oww!</em>&nbsp; Finally, she let go of James and brought her voice down.&nbsp; Another letter?&nbsp; To her, for lack of a better word, mistress?&nbsp; Oh no.&nbsp; Not this year.&nbsp; This was a brand new James.&nbsp; Catching her arm before she got too far away, he pulled her back.&nbsp; Dragon Master or not, James had dirt, and you respected someone who had dirt on you.&nbsp; Lowering his voice so only she could hear, <strong>"Listen, <em>Vanessa</em>, just because you're a teacher, doesn't mean you can control me.&nbsp; I know what's in these letters, and you better be sure that I'll tell someone.&nbsp; The James from last year is gone.&nbsp; I'm a new man, Nessa.&nbsp; Between my knowledge of the school and everybody's schedule, and having you under my thumb..."</strong> To emphasize his last part, he held up his newly acquired letter.&nbsp; <strong>"I think it's safe to say I'll be able to run this school.&nbsp; Don't you? And you had better <em>believe</em> I made copies of those other letters.&nbsp; Maybe next time you'll think twice before using unmarked envelopes."</strong>&nbsp; With a smirk, he released her arm and let his words sink in.&nbsp; He left her stand there, free to go check on that clumsy student, as he turned back to Jade.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Sorry about that, Mrs. S. just loves to give me a hard time.&nbsp; She knows I know how to avoid that clumsy Nidoking, haha."</strong>&nbsp; With that, he gave Jade a little wave and went to go check on his Pokemon.&nbsp; <em>Oh yeah...this year is going to be sweet.</em>&nbsp; After kissing asses and doing favors all last year, he was finally in the clear.&nbsp; Finally, he was to a point where he didn't have to take any more bullshit from people.&nbsp; Especially Mrs. S.&nbsp; Although he was not proud to admit it, he hadn't photocopied the letters for blackmail.&nbsp; He had photocopied them because, truthfully, it was really hot reading about the things that his teacher talked about.&nbsp; Luckily, nobody had to ever find out about <em>that</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 06:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>Jiselle Dubois</strong><br><strong>Homeroom</strong><br><strong>Vanessa, Open Tag</strong><br><br><em>Well...</em> Jiselle thought to herself as her eyes locked with the wood of her desk, trying not to meet the accusatory glances the rest of the class was giving her, she sighed. <em>That... could have gone a lot worse... Granted, it could have gone better as well but-</em> Her train of thought was derailed by a Swellow landing on her desk and tapping her arm with it's beak a few times. "Oh!" She smiled, jumping a little, trying not to scare it. "Hello there... you must be... Kayla, right?" She giggled. "I'm clumsy, but I'm good with names. You belong to Jade, right?" She motioned to pet the Swellow, but stopped. "Oooh... I don't know if she'll like that or not..." She hesitated for a moment before caving. "Oh... just one pat on the head shouldn't hurt." She patted the Swellow gently on the head once before smiling. "Birds are really cute..."<br><br>She jumped considerably higher when Vanessa came around to check on her. Her impression of the teacher was one of a scary troll holding a massive tree-stump as a weapon, so when her voice came soft at first, she sighed. "O-Oh! Ms. Schroeder! Ah... uhm... that is... I'm... fine. I'm sorry, I fall down a lot... I kinda... got used to it." She smiled and tried to wave it away. "But-! But it won't affect my studies! I promise you!" She tried to wave away her concern. "Please don't worry about me."<br><br>----<br><strong>Alicia Heartwind</strong><br><strong>Library</strong><br><strong>Bass, Treble, Open</strong><br><br>Alicia gave another heavy sigh. After finishing setting up the library with the help of Bass and Treble, she found herself increasingly bored. <em>God dammit, Vanessa...</em> She whined to herself. <em>Why can't you just accept what you are? What we are? What we have?</em> She gave another sigh as she shook her head, her loins rumbling for another romp in the sheets with that beautiful body of hers... DAMMIT! Why does all her thoughts go back to that Dragon Tamer? What is Alicia to her? Just something to use and then throw away?<br><br>"I have feelings too, dammit!" She shouted, no one was in the library, thankfully, to hear her outburst. <em>Would it kill you to say it, Vanessa? Would it kill you for those three, innocent words to leave your mouth? What I wouldn't give to hear 'I love you' leave those pretty lips...</em> Knowing Vanessa, with the start of a new school year, a student would be by to deliver her usual 'I'm the principle, and I say don't go telling anyone you and I are together blah blah bliggity blah' letters she hated reading. Every time she read one, she died a little more inside. Putting her head on the table, she thought back to the last time they were together...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NeonDonut</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 16:53:57</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Rotz</strong><br><strong>Homeroom</strong><br><strong>Everyone, specifically Durge Padross, Vanessa, James Freestone</strong><br>Emily pushed open the door to her homeroom and was greeted by a small crowd of people sitting casually around the room, unfortunately for her all their eyes trained to the late girl. Emily was kind of creeped out by all the kids watching her, so she began to go red and rushed to the nearest seat she could find and sat down. After most people had finished looking at her, Emily began to look around the room there were quite a few people in the room, including a kind of cute black haired boy. It looked like one of the teachers was telling off a brown haired boy in a corner, she giggled quietly as the boy began to talk back to her. What she hadn't expected was for her to be expected to introduce herself.<br><br>'Uh, Hi I'm Emily Rotz... I come from Saffron city in Kanto... I came to this school because my parents think I have am a sl- I mean my parents thought it would be nice for me to go to a boarding school. I wan't to become the best trainer I possibly can! I'm not the smartest person but I am passionate about Pokemon! Emily gave a little nervous laugh at this point before continuing 'I look forward to making a heap of friends! Girls and boys!' Emily winked at the rebellious boy she had seen earlier. 'You wanted to know about my Pokemon right? He's been with me for only a few months but he is one of my best friends in the world!' She pulled her Pokeball from her belt, releasing Raz onto the table beside her, stroking his furry white head while she continued 'This is my Pachirisu my Mom named him Rasputin, but you can call him Raz! I do! He is a bit of a mischeif maker so I have to keep and eye on him! Also he shocks anyone he doesn't like so be careful!' Emily grinned and picked him and hugged the little guy before sitting down, Raz crawled up over her shoulder down into her bag, he liked it in there. He often slept there, Emily laughed quietly at her Pokemon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 20:44:07</strong>
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				Dylon was only paying passing attention to the introductions. They didn't matter a huge amount and most people would forget most of the details in no time. The real memories are made when people interact. To be honest, Dylon figured he was more likely to get to know the other members with Ghost badges than anyone else. His hours were night hours. The daylight chipper... <br><br>Dylon paused in his thoughts, a new girl had entered, and while not enough to get him to pay attention on its own, a name grabbed his attention. Saffron city. Dylon shot up and started paying attention on the spot. Who was this girl again? Her name? Dylon cursed himself for not paying attention. Was she one of people he hated? Gifted and special people who held others as weaker for lacking such gifts. Dylon hated them. <br><br>Her pokemon of choice wasn't a psychic type, so that made him clam a bit, it was an electric type. Still, no point in ruling out something without proof of innocence. His seat was near the new girls, so he could at least create some kind of interaction. <strong>"Hey, uhh. Cute Pachirisu."</strong> As he spoke, it hit Dylon that he had no clue what to say. He wasn't used to being on even ground with his peers. In town the girls often flirted with him, but he was too shy for really doing things. In school, he was the outcast. Only the pull and power of his parents allowed him, a normal child, to go to a school for the gifted. Now he was on his own, in a more normal school. <br><br>Name: <strong>Dylon</strong><br>Location: <strong>Homeroom</strong><br>Tag: <strong>Emily</strong><br><br>Post Summary: Woke up, paid attention to Emily, attempted to speak with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mythical Juli</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 22:40:28</strong>
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				Mikki's face started to turn slightly red as she heard some students whispering rumors about her and Durge, but her skin was a slightly dark, bronze skin tone so it was harder to see than on someone with a very fair skin tone, such as Durge. Her golden eyes were kind of glued onto him for a bit, trying to swallow that this really was her childhood friend. It wasn't only the fact that he had changed greatly in looks, but even more so that this was her friend, or least that is what she thought he was, that she hadn't seen in six years. He was the only one she ever got close to that was around her age, and the only other person she ever got close to even was her dad, who she didn't even know if she could trust anymore. She started to see Durge almost with the impression her father left on her, a man who made her feel safe for a bit and thought she could trust, but then just abandoned her. Durge had mentioned some stories about dragon training in the past, but gave her no warning left without telling her anything and simply poofed out of her life completely. It was bad enough that she basically had to go search out relatives of his just to know he was still <em>alive</em> since he had not left her a note or any form of contacting him. She worried a lot over him at first, but then later her emotions got very mixed, but after six years, and her already having issues trusting people, couldn't really blame her. <em>"Why am I worried about what happened to him...? He left for years and never once sent a letter or checked if I was still alive.... So why should I worry about him? I never abandoned anyone I got close to... they always abandon me... Shouldn't even let anyone close anymore, then I won't have to worry about being hurt...</em> Her ability to trust others only grew worse and worse after that. She became a loner that kept to herself without speaking much and didn't make any friends after that other than maybe her pet Cubone. <br><br>Even with how angry and hurt she was by Durge she kept thinking about him throughout the years, and every now and then even get a bit worried and hoped he was okay since Dragon Training sounded kind of dangerous to her. Once before she tried to tell herself if he got hurt he deserved for hurting her so much, but as hurt as she was she could never actually mean that thought as much as she wanted to hide the fact that a part of her still cared for the only friend she ever managed to make in the past. All she really could do was use the anger from her pain to conceal some of her feelings and cover up the hole left in her heart. When Durge left it was more than just a first love never told being lost, but felt like she lost a part of herself.<br><br>She saw Durge giving his speech. She listened closely but still was pretty emotional and maybe slightly annoyed by how he was keeping his calm even since Mikki, as much as she tried to not care and walk around with a don't bug me, I don't care look, she was pretty sensitive. She was half staring at him in curiosity about how he had changed, but at the same time her observant look started to turn into a glare too as she squinted her eyes a bit frustrated. Half way through his speech turned away from Durge and looked pretty upset. Seemed like they all had to give speeches, so right after he finished his she stood up for hers. She hated speaking aloud in front of others but thought it would be smarter to get it over faster before she actually did get emotional. <br><br>"Hello... my name is Mikki Zephra. I'm a first year here... really don't know much about this school but least it has to do with pokemon and just wanted to do something related to pokemon since from my experience they seem more reliable than humans..." Her voice sound normal at first, but then it began to trail off oddly, maybe with a bit of anger it as she eyed over Durge for a moment but then looked around the room with a slightly cold glare. Her cubone seemed kind of flattered by comment though and perked up a bit forgetting about his missing and made a little noise and as she looked at her pokemon forced a smile, even if it clearly was a forced one. "Oh... and this is my pokemon... It's a cubone. A pretty young one, haven't even really named him yet. He gets annoyed and headbutts me when I suggested a few so I guess I'll name him later when I can find one he likes" as she said 'headbutt' it somehow reminded the cubone of his stolen bone and glared at Durge again. However, even if he was still somewhat a baby he kind of understood stuff that was going around him pretty well so tried his best to control himself since Mikki was giving her introduction to the class. "Umm.... dunno if there's anything else I should say... I'm from Blackthorn City... My family, I don't like to talk about them so just don't ask. On that note, I'm not that good with people... Generally just try not to make me angry and should be good, I can have a temper... That's it" She ended it with that not really sure what else to say and her thoughts were trailing off. She had that I don't care look on her face a bit again, but this time mixed with a slightly angry don't mess with me look too. She was still sitting to Durge but had no idea what to say and even started to unconsciously claw at her chair arm rest. She had kind of long nails and really was ripping up at the chair without meaning to. Once she noticed it she seemed startled and got up then sneaked off to one of the backseats while someone on the other side did their intro so too much attention wouldn't be drawn to her. She was pretty upset and didn't even know was she would say next to Durge and really did not want to make a scene seeing she noticed others were already taking a notice to her and Durge. She actually was a bit of a problem student in her old school from her really bad socializing skilled mixed with being bullied. She wasn't scared of teachers getting mad at her, but more scared of her scaring a teacher by exploding on them with how emotional she was at the moment. She was doing her best to hide it but as she moved back to the seat away from students her eyes were slightly getting teary. Though maybe that was half why she grew her hair out so long, she used to it to hide her face at times and that's exactly what she did, brushed her long silky hair in her face to hide her emotion.<br><br>"Cuuuu...Bone-bone...bone!" whimpered the frustrated little pokemon, now actually meaning the <em>bone</em> sound it just normally said. He started to whine about wanting his bone back now that Mikki finished her speech, but he felt uncomfortable around these people without Mikki there with him. He hesitated for a bit staring at Durge annoyed, and he even managed to headbutt Durge's leg once before scurrying back over to Mikki. Normally he would try to bounce on her lap when she seated but she had her arms crossed and did not look happy in the least. Cubone didn't know this guy, but he just took his bone and now his master seemed very upset after comforting him so all that went through the little pokemon's head was <em>'bad guy! bad guy!'</em> The cubone was a lot like Mikki, it was a loner that tried to hide emotion, but secretly could be a rather caring, and even though Mikki was probably one of the odder humans he met, he did care about his master. He wasn't one of those cuddly loving pokemon that openly jumps and hugs people, but as Cubone hid behind Mikki's leg, he started to slightly nuzzled her leg as a small way to perhaps comfort her. Mikki honestly just wanted this homeroom to be over so she could leave and get some air to think about what to do since at the moment inside she was panicking with upset feelings from the past showing up on her covered face a little.<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Mikki Zephra<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Durge, full class, now trying to get away from attention
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 23:23:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Jadaria</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Homeroom</em><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Vanessa; James Freestone; Jiselle</em></div><br>A soft laugh escaped Jadaria's lips, a smile forming as she took in the teacher's words. "If I couldn't handle being cornered, I wouldn't have willingly stepped into it in the first place. It's unwise for someone to believe that, even though they appear to have the upper hand, a person is empowered." Her voice was calm, cool an collected as was her posture everytime a teacher or elder came around. "I hope to talk to you soon James." She said, waving her hand in return to his gesture. <br><br>She watched the introductions as best as she could, still refusing to pick a seat as she listened to each student walk up and introduce themselves as well as their Pokemon. Her eyes drifted to Kayla who remained at Jiselle's desk for a reason unknown to her partner. The Swellow cooed as Jiselle pet her head. Despite being on a lesser quest, the Pokemon couldn't resist it when people pet her, especially if it were her head. Jade watched her bird for a few moments before realizing the hold up. Her only reaction was to smile and whistle softly and melodically. Kayla's head picked up immediately at the sound, eyes shoot back to her partner to be sure she wasn't in any trouble. After determining that her partner was safe and was only summoning her, Kayla nudged Jiselles arm again and took off. She circled about the ceiling taking note of everyone in the room, out of habit of course, before descending to land at Jade's side. "Good girl. Mission accomplished." She smiled approvingly as Kayla flapped her wings in response. "Something tells me this year is about to get interesting. She stated, eyes drifting to the way James had exited and back to the seat in which Jiselle sat. In turn her eyes scanned the room, taking in all the new, old and changed personalities that filled the space. "Very interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 21:20:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elektra Kandou (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Images-41.jpeg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br>It didn't take long for Elektra to find the Homeroom. However when she got there her big round eyes widened in the surprise at all the people already there and the fact that they were doing... gulp... introductions. Luckily she didn't have to go immediately up to introduce herself, since there were already a couple doing that. So she quietly slipped into a empty chair in the far back and waited until others finished their own introductions. <br><br>Then it was her turn. Gulp... again... here's goes. She stood up straight and looked at everybody in front of her. <strong>"H.hi..."</strong> She said a little awkwardly, but she had gotten peoples attention. So she a deep breath and started talking. <strong>"My name is Elektra Kandou, and I am from Violet City in Jotho. I.." "Pichu!" </strong> She was suddenly interrupted by a Pichu (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/PikachuColoredPichu-picsay.jpg) popping out of her over the shoulder bag. This was a very unusual Pichu for she was pale blue, almost white, with blue cheeks (see picture link), and she looked very excitable. <strong>"And this.."</strong> Elektra said as the Pichu jumped on to her desk looking overly happy and curious. <strong>"is Sparkles. She's a bit of a naughty brat, so watch out for her." &nbsp;Pi, Pichu!" </strong> Sparkles voice what was halfway an agreement and halfway an argument. Elektra giggled. <strong>"And I don't know who this is yet."</strong> Elektra said as pulled the Pokemon egg out of her bag to show everybody, before carefully placing back in its pocket. <strong>"Back in your pocket, Sparkles"</strong> Elektra told the Pichu who gave a sad <strong>"Pichu..</strong> as if to say <em>"okay, but I don't really want to"</em>, before getting back in her pocket. And with that, Elektra sat back down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 17:45:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> James Freestone (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs28/i/2008/082/9/d/Pokemon_Trainer_4_by_Emeraldus.png)<br><strong>Location:</strong> First Hour <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone</div><br><br>James' Bulbasaur was still lightly snoozing when the bell woke him up.&nbsp; He began to cry, only to be comforted by Cham.&nbsp; He walked over and scooped up the poor pokemon and cradled him in his arms.&nbsp; He walked out the door and decided to take the long way to class.&nbsp; He couldn't very well take a shortcut with such a fragile pokemon in his arms, and besides, he had a feeling people were going to recognize him this year.&nbsp; No more taking the shortcuts unless necessary.&nbsp; His mind began to race around all of the things that happened so far today.&nbsp; Fiona ignoring him, a random cute girl talking to him, him standing up to a Dragon Master, introducing himself to everyone...it was a big first day so far, and it wasn't even first period yet!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 04:57:09</strong>
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				<strong>Edison Stubeck</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Edison moved to his seat as soon as it became clear that neither Mikki nor Durge were about to take issue with his interference. He was prepared to face them if it came to that, but being involved in an unofficial match on the first day of classes probably wouldn't look good on his record, whatever the cause. Giving the pair a respectful nod as he moved off, he made a mental note about them. Their relationship -and the rather obvious trouble- was really none of his business, but it would be something to keep in mind in future interactions. Everything was a learning experience, and every piece of information could be useful. Even if that information involved soap-opera dramas between his classmates. He sat back and listened to Miss Schroeder's introductory speech, taking in each of her Pokemon with interest. Then the student introductions began, and those of their respective Pokemon. <br><br>He raised an eyebrow at Emily's entrance, and her introduction. Rotz was a name he had heard in passing from his parents, during their chatter about work. Neither they nor Emily were anyone he had actually met, or if he had, it had been so brief that he didn't remember at all. Edison hesitated a moment before mentally filing her as a bit of a ditz. Passion certainly had its place, but he just couldn't take it seriously as the primary determining factor of one's skill in battle. As it finally came to be his turn, he stood, adjusting his uniform tie a bit. <br><br>"My name is Edison Stubeck," he said simply, arms behind his back. "I also come from Saffron City, and I intend to become one of the foremost breeders of Fighting type Pokemon."<br><br>That was really all anyone needed to know about him personally, as far as he was concerned. His intentions to excel academically and on the field of battle at the school would speak for themselves, once things really started. <br><br>"My Pokemon partners are Proteus," he said, hitting the release button on the Pokeball containing his Ditto, releasing the little pink blob onto his desk. The Ditto pulled itself up, taking a taller than usual shape as it looked around the room curiously, but stayed where it was. Edison had trained his Pokemon to stay by him unless instructed otherwise; for their own safety as much as convenience. <br><br>"And Typhon," Edison continued, releasing his Poliwag as well. Despite being larger than the Ditto, she backed up towards Proteus and Edison, shying away from the rest of the students and their Pokemon. <br><br>"Though they are young, I assure you they are quite strong," Edison said, resuming his seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smoothtrooperette</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 08:08:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alicia</div><br><div align="center"><em>Adjusting the collar of her shirt, the Dragon Master silently enters the Library.&nbsp; She shifts uncomfortably as she scans the room, looking for Miss Heartwind with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.&nbsp; For the sake of the library, she's seemed to have recalled all of her Pokemon.&nbsp; Tucked under her arm is a small package.</em></div><br>Finding the woman, she approaches her, dipping her head softly.&nbsp; <strong>"Good evening, Alicia..."</strong> She stated softly, looking with a quirked brow for the two Exploud the woman owned.&nbsp; They were interesting Pokemon, to be sure.&nbsp; Especially for a woman like Alicia.&nbsp; Frowning, she pushes the small package into her hands.&nbsp; <strong>"...White chocolate with pieces of peppermint in it."</strong>&nbsp; She shifts uncomfortably as she offers a weak slimmer of a smile to the other woman.&nbsp; There was a moment of awkward silence before she shifted slightly. <strong> "Sorry.&nbsp; For not... Ahh...&nbsp; Talking to you the past week... Or two." </strong>&nbsp; She rubbed the back of her neck.&nbsp; She was beating around the bush...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 11:11:49</strong>
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				Name: Fiona<br>Location: Homeroom <br>Tagging: Anyone<br><br>As each person from the homeroom got themselves up to introduce them to the class, Fiona spent a little time talking to a few friends she had made from last year, and a few new members to the school who looked like they was struggling to find people to fit in with, eventually the last of the group had introduced themselves and the first lesson of the day was starting, but her lesson did not start until a later period, one of the perks of having a night class meant that some of the day ones she was free. Standing up and stretching she made her way for the enterance of the homeroom, trying to find somewhere comfortable to have a short nap before her first lesson. Maybe in the messhall, or the court just outside the dinner room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 16:16:23</strong>
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				<strong>Alicia Heartwind</strong><br><strong>Library</strong><br><strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br><em>There she is.</em> Alicia thought as the form of Vanessa shifted into her vision, looking as uncomfortable as always. She held a package under her arm as she sauntered up to the counter, looking left and right constantly. Alicia was so mad at her. This was a horrible way to live her life. The last time she saw Vanessa was about a month ago, and they hadn't even called each other since (Well, Alicia had tried to call, but her calls were never returned). Alicia gave a massive scowl as the Dragon Tamer walked up. "Vanessa. What brings you to the library?" She asked after her greeting. "Business or pleasure? Oh wait... it's always business with you isn't it?" This woman, who Alicia loved like there was no tomorrow, pissed her right the hell off most of the time. As the package was pushed into her hands, her frown deepened.<br><br>"God damn you. You know my one weakness..." She wanted so hard to be mad, to be <em>furious</em> with her but... the prospect of chocolate and peppermint simmered her rage down a notch or two. Opening the package she tore into the chocolates, ate one herself and gave one to Bass and Treble each. "Or four." She responded to her apology. "When was the last time we spoke? Oh, that's right~!<em>LAST MONTH.</em>" She wanted to stay angry at her, but she also wanted to give her a big kiss. Of course, that wouldn't sit right with Ms. Prim-and-Proper. God dammit, did she hate staying in the closet around school. Why does she care? She's strong enough to kick the ass of anyone who badmouths her, and Alicia wasn't a damsel in distress who needed protecting. Bass and Treble alone were more then a match for any normal trainer (Vanessa being the only one who could beat her consistently) and together they were unstoppable.<br><br>"Vanessa... why do we have to keep doing this?" She lowered her voice so anyone who was in the library wouldn't hear her. "I love you, and this is how you treat me? Like a diseased patch of skin? Why are you embarrassed of what you are? Of what we have together?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizer Bolt</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 03:31:53</strong>
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				Name: Durge Padurious<br>Location: Homeroom<br>Tagged: Himself, Mikki, everyone else around them...<br><br>Ah dammit, Mikki seemed to be really pissed with him at the moment, this was never a good sign because prior experience in the past had told Durge that an angry Mikki was something you did not want with you in her sights, and back then she still had reason to pull her punches, and time had probably only meant that she had gotten ever so more pissed at himself for leaving her like that, and honestly Durge felt like he deserved any retribution that came his way, but even then he still did have reasons for why things happened the way they did. More than half of Durge’s reason for not having contacted Mikki was because he was forbidden communication to the outside world for more than half of his time away from Mikki those past few years, and the other times Durge had been in remote places and he didn’t have potential ways or the money needed to make contact with anyone at home, hell half of the reason Durge’s father had sent him into this academy was because Durge had been living in the wilderness living off the land like some hermit, and who had seemingly avoided civilization as much as he could, trying to perfect… something, that was so important in being kept secret that he couldn’t afford to be in constant contact with humans. Honestly, Mikki had been the only person Durge had missed that was not a member of his family, even if they tended to be a nuisance or brought a great deal of embarrassment to him whenever they could (Clair, for example, had taken to treating him like he was a toddler, something she hadn’t stopped even when Durge had returned to Blackthorn City for his initiation into the Dragon User Clan, and Lance didn’t help in his playful attitude and trying to act cool and hip when around him, and when they ganged up on him with their teasing, Durge stood no chance against them at all, he might as well have challenged them to a Pokemon battle because that would have had more potential chance of success relatively), and Durge was rather conflicted in what to say. After all, what did one say to a long-time friend that they hadn’t spoken to in ages, and whom you had never even bothered to see even when you managed to return home, and while it might have been possible for Mikki to visit him when he did come home, Durge was always busy doing something and thus she kind of never managed to get into his schedule. And now he had possibly lost his friendship with her, and that hurt more than any injury he had suffered in his life, and he had nearly broken his neck at one point in his life, so he had plenty of injuries and experience to compare with. Seriously, Durge had been ready to go meet with Mikki the next chance he got, but then he got sent here and the she apparently was sent here, but it seemed she all but hated him, and with her beautiful and stunning appearance, it wouldn’t be long before she found friends and became a popular figure whom got every boy wanting to be her boyfriend, and that thought for some reason elicited a fury that had never been experienced by Durge, and he put that strange thought and the even stranger reaction to be filed awa to contemplate later, instead focusing on trying o get Mikki to talk to him, which seeme to be meeting little success, “Mikki, please talk to me! I can explain! Give me a chance to tell you what happened… what I can tell you at the very least…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mythical Juli</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 00:14:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Mikki Zephra<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Durge, maybe anyone who might overhear but she isn't trying to talk to anyone else...<br><br>Mikki seemed a bit surprised when she saw Durge come sit next to her, but she didn't move much and turned her head away a bit more. Her eyes were still a little teary and she didn't want Durge to see her face wish showed pain and sadness despite her also being mad at the same time. She hated showing weakness, especially since now she was trying to act only mad and not show her hurt but it was pretty obvious even with her long silky hair covering her face, especially with her body quivering a bit and her sniffling slightly. She didn't say anything for a bit and really didn't know what to do in this situation considering she already had trouble socializing properly in normal everyday situations, trying to decide what to do now was bugging her. On one side she was a bit relieved to see him, maybe happy, but it was pretty hard to think of that when she thought of all the depression she went through when Durge disappeared. She already was having a hard time with her family back then and Durge was kind of a happiness in her life that kept her going, so when he disappeared she felt like she had be completely betrayed and had nobody left to trust or believe. She almost felt like something inside her died and almost felt like she was living a meaningless life: no friends, fights with family, couldn't trust others, ultimate loneliness. Others had tried to make friends with her as she got older, but she was in a depressed state with Durge gone and didn't want to let anyone close to her again. Her body had matured quite a bit, she was more on the curvy side, she wasn't fat, she just didn't look like a pair of walking breasts with stick legs. Her breasts had grown in nicely and filled up her D sized bra, her bottom was pretty round and on the larger side, and she also has thick thighs so her body all around seemed proportional rather than a fake model with breast and butt implants. Mikki was still a bit dazzled by how those girls with stick legs and a fake big butt and breasts walked, and felt bad for their back since even with her figure she was scared of getting back problems if hers got any bigger. She was still growing afterall so there was a good chance they could grow. (Picture I'm using for her is when she's fully grown. Here she's a bit younger with a bit smaller breasts and bottom)<br><br>"Cu.... Bonneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- BONE BONE!!!!" whinned cubone who still wanted his bone back and was staring at it poking out of Durge's pocket. He didn't like how Durge was ignoring him and already had a bad first impression of him so headbutt his leg again trying to knock the bone out of his pocket. Mikki heard her pokemon but didn't really show she was noticing. She would of said sorry about him throwing the bone if it was any other guy but this was her old childhood friend who she felt abandoned her. So she kind of just let cubone do it's own thing and didn't interfere since she didn't want to play right and wrong there. She had enough to deal with just talking to Durge now not even knowing what to say. She was still quiet during it but had froze up more when Durge spoke to her. Now that he was sitting closer to her she noticed that his voice sounded significantly deeper than the little boy she used to play with as a kid. She kept her hair over her face covering it, but reached her face under the hair and wiped her eyes a bit not wanting Durge to see her eyes watery. She sniffled a bit and gritted her teeth a bit as well as let out a small grumble before finally starting to talk. "What you want now...? You haven't bothered to talk to me in years..." she tried to sound tough and was angry, but as she kept going her voice started to squeak a bit and she slightly sobbed. <br><br>Cubone slightly freaked out seeing this and looked up a bit worried at Mikki, but then he'd see Durge's face and look annoyed. He kept looking between the two, his face constantly changing between concerned and annoyed. He headbutted Durge again, but the Cubone was still almost a baby so his hits probably barely hurt a guy as a big as Durge. Mikki wasn't even sure if she was gonna use cubone for fighting since it was so young and she more got it for company more than anything and they both seemed to be quiet loners. She was considering getting a second strong pokemon for fighting but right now she was still out of it and pokemon fighting wasn't really in her head. Her family never got into it and she only came her since she liked pokemon but was still undecided on getting into the big fights and tournaments. <br><br>"... So why now? I thought you already erased me from... your mind... anyways... just like father did... It's been six fucking years... You never bothered to talk to me once or check if I was alive..." she started to cry a bit as she said this and her voice screeched. But she hated bowing down but was so confused and didn't even know what to say "... But I guess if my own dad calls me dead... guess I just died in your mind too..." she mumbled that line real quietly, was actually meant to be a mental thought. She was panicking on the inside, her heart beating a lot faster, her face getting flushed, her eyes teary, she seemed like a mixed up mess. She hovered her hand down to her mouth and started to gnaw a bit on the side of her pointer finger without realizing. It was a habit she had since she was a little kid; when she got really upset to the extent she was having trouble thinking straight she would start to bite her hand a bit without noticing, once before to the extent she accidentally cut her skin a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smoothtrooperette</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 01:15:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa <br><strong>Location:</strong> Library<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alicia</div><br>The Dragon Tamer shifted uncomfortably as she listened to the other woman speaking.&nbsp; She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her gaze away.&nbsp; She knew she'd get an ear full from the other woman when she saw her next.&nbsp; Vanessa shifted uncomfortably as her eyes came to rest on the younger woman.&nbsp; Those lips thinned as she frowned.&nbsp; Of course she'd be yelled at-- She deserved it.&nbsp; She had been treating her lover like dirt.&nbsp; Beneath that, actually.&nbsp; Always busy with her work...&nbsp; Or flat out ignoring her calls.&nbsp; She took the chocolate, though.&nbsp; So she wasn't <em>too</em> angry, at least.<br><br>The teacher let out a soft sigh before pulling up a chair and taking a seat on it.&nbsp; Kicking one leg over the other, she lightly bounced her foot as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.&nbsp; Those eyes set squarely on the younger woman, allowing her to vent and yell all she wanted.&nbsp; Those lips remained curled downward at the ends, thinned as she kept a calm expression.&nbsp; <strong>"Pleasure, actually."</strong>&nbsp; She stated softly, reaching across and grabbing a small piece of the chocolate.&nbsp; She turned it over in her fingers before popping it into her mouth and relaxing once more into the seat.&nbsp; <strong>"My pleasure."</strong>&nbsp; She allowed a sly smirk to crawl on those lips as her eyes set carefully on Alicia, crawling slowly over the other woman.&nbsp; That was... Before she gave a small laugh.&nbsp; "Honestly, honestly-- I am here on a bit of both."&nbsp; She pursed her lips slightly, seeming thoughtful.&nbsp; <strong>"Freestone grew a spine and decided not to deliver the letter to you today.&nbsp; He seems to think that I care if he shows everyone.&nbsp; I feel sorry for him.&nbsp; He may wind up in the infirmary come morning."</strong><br><br>There was a moment of silence before the Dragon Master gave a roll of her eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Stop giving me that look.&nbsp; You know I've been busy."</strong>&nbsp; However, she frowned, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she stood and dusted herself off.&nbsp; <strong>"I know you love me."</strong> She shifted uncomfortably as she pushed the chair back underneath the table.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't treat you like diseased skin."</strong>&nbsp; With crossed arms, the Dragon Master watched the young woman for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.&nbsp; <strong>"If it truly bothers you so much... Then I guess...&nbsp; I won't disallow you from showing affection.&nbsp; Would that make you happy?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 16:12:13</strong>
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				<strong>Alicia Heartwind</strong><br><strong>Library</strong><br><strong>Vanessa, Bass, Treble</strong><br><br>Alicia listened as Vanessa spoke, trying so hard not to break her frown looking at her luscious lips forming words. She cringed at the word 'disallow'. That had been the basis of their relationship since day one. She was 'allowed' to be as open and loving as she wanted, so long as the pair were alone, and Vanessa didn't have work. Once any one of those criteria were filled, it was almost like Alicia didn't exist. Well... okay, she did exist. Even teachers needed to visit the library from time to time, but those times Vanessa came, they were always filled with Vanessa getting tunnel vision, getting exactly what she came for then leaving, without a single glance thrown to Alicia.<br><br>"Vanessa... I haven't left you yet, because I know your career is important to you... hell, it's important to me, too but..." She sighed, putting her head in her hands, staring down at the chocolate. "Sometimes I feel that your career is <em>all</em> that's important to you..." God dammit, she hadn't said it! Dammit, dammit, dammit, were those three words so fucking hard to say?! "I know you know I love you but... but, dammit, Vanessa I don't know if you love me!" Each of their conversations, when Vanessa got around to having them, had always ended on one of two notes. It was either 'I'll talk to you later, Ms. Heartwind', or 'I'll bring these back soon'. Those were not the parting words of two lovers... they were the parting words of loose acquaintances.<br><br>Reaching across the desk, Alicia found the courage to grapple Vanessa by the collar and pull her into a deep, longing kiss a month and five days over due. She held her kiss for several seconds, coming on a minute, before finally letting go of her mouth, but keeping hold of her collar. "Dammit, Vanessa... say it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: The School of Hard Knocks [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Smoothtrooperette</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 02:39:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Vanessa<br>Library<br>Alicia</strong></div><br>The Dragon Master frowned, keeping her arms crossed as she shook her head softly.&nbsp; She knew why the younger woman hadn't left her.&nbsp; Of course she knew.&nbsp; First, she made a good amount of money.&nbsp; Secondly, she already had a good amount of money.&nbsp; And third-- She really did care.&nbsp; The older woman shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she listened to her.&nbsp; <strong>"I know you love me, Alicia.&nbsp; But we grew up completely different from one another.&nbsp; I don't believe you quite understand..."</strong>&nbsp; That was a piss poor excuse and she knew it.&nbsp; Though, she neared the desk, those eyes set hopefully on Alicia.&nbsp; She wasn't sure she liked where the conversation was heading to.&nbsp; <br><br>And just like that, she was grabbed and pulled forward.&nbsp; She let out an audible gasp, her face immediately turning to a shade of scarlet as she felt the younger woman's lips press against her's as her body was bent slightly over the desk.&nbsp; The initial shock faded after a few moments.&nbsp; Her hand shot up, slipping behind Alicia's neck.&nbsp; Her fingers tangled in the woman's hair, as she pulled her head back from the kiss.&nbsp; Say it?&nbsp; Say what?&nbsp; Oh.&nbsp; Love.&nbsp; Say she loved her.&nbsp; There was a moment of conflict in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip.&nbsp; Instead of saying those three words, however, she leaned in, gently pressing her lips back against Alicia's.
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