[[OOC: Yes, in essence, this is a "Baby's First PRP" place, or an improvement thread if you need. I'll hopefully be accompanied by two other decent RPers, and we can all get the ball rolling and pave the way for you newbies to RP. A few notes:
Don't use CAPS
Seriously. It's annoying, and I don't think it should EVER be used, regardless of the rules.
Use 5 senses.
Why do you think we have them? So we can describe things. However, no one is going to lick a magnemite or sniff Professor Oak's labcoat.
Be believable.
This means no "OMG! YOU TOOK DOWN THAT RAYQUAZA WITH A WELL-PLACED PEBBLE AND THEN CAUGHT IN YOUR BARE HANDS AFTER SINGLE-HANDEDLY ASSASSINATING THE ELITE FOUR!" "INORITE?!"
Just use common sense here, folks.
And, without further ADEU, (Fancy multi-cultural language, ja?) Heeeere's the RP!]]
The sun was shining brilliantly in the pure azure sky, adding a lovely glow to all the plant life and buildings around and in New Bark Town. The nearby bodies of water seemed to shimmer in the light, as the wind softly whipped up salty air. Gentle breezes carried this smell all the way to the nose of a ten year old boy named Quint. He was sitting by his desk, staring out at the happy little town. Time was approaching fall quickly, providing the entire town with a pleasantly cooling breeze. Quint's brown hair ruffled gently in the breeze, tickling the trainers soft face. Quint's brown eyes were distant looking as he daydreamed about this day. He had been awake at eight o'clock, much earlier than normal. It was his tenth birthday about two weeks ago, but the lab had today set as the date for new trainers to receive their starter pokemon, meaning it was officially his time to start a pokemon journey.
Quint had prepared his attire the night before, and almost worn it to bed, had his mother not stopped him. He wore a pair of brand new blue jeans with a black belt prepared with clips for the pokeballs. He was also adorned with a blue, long-sleeve shirt covered with a white, short-sleeve jacket. They had both been ironed the other day so that he would look nice for the start of his journey. He gently tapped the tips of his black skate shoes on the hardwood floor of his room, his mind pleasantly focused on the small sentret family down below his window. They were playing together happily, their mama furret keeping careful watch over them as they tossed and tumbled over one another. Quint couldn't help but smile at the cute little creatures. Maybe Quint could catch one of his own soon, and take the cute creature to the Johto League.
A slight beeping gently broke his thoughts as Quint turned to his snorlax-shaped alarm clock. Pressing the snooze button, Quint stood and stretched. His mother had sent his PokeGear to Professor Elm as a precaution in case he or his brother had trashed their gear beforehand, meaning he and his brother would have to get to the lab slightly earlier for the gear's calibration and settings. Quint's room was made mostly of hardwood, except for the walls and ceiling, which were imitation wood for the purpose of structural stability. There were two beds in the room, one neat and tidy, previously occupied by the anxious Quint, and another, currently occupied with his brother.
Quint sighed and walked over to his brother, gently shaking his shoulder. "Come on…" Quint said, trying to coax his brother out of sleep. "It's time for breakfast…" Quint wasn't really lying. He could smell the eggs being cooked on the frying pan right now, sizzling quietly on the stove. After a few moments of coaxing, Quint turned and walked down the stairs, into the living room and kitchen.
His mother was standing next to the stove, trying to hurriedly make a breakfast for her two sons. She was dressed in a pink skirt and blouse with a white apron stretched across her front. Her hair was brown like Quint's, and pulled back so she could work without hassle. Her eyes were relatively old and weary, but still carried a hard-working, happy glint. She turned on her heels and walked over to the table, scraping a collection of scrambled eggs and bacon onto the plate sitting in front of Quint.
"And how did you sleep, honey?" She asked.
"Well, mother." Quint replied, picking up his fork. But before he had a chance to take a bite of his breakfast, a movement and a thump was heard upstairs. "Somebody's up." Quint happily chimed.
Don't use CAPS
Seriously. It's annoying, and I don't think it should EVER be used, regardless of the rules.
Use 5 senses.
Why do you think we have them? So we can describe things. However, no one is going to lick a magnemite or sniff Professor Oak's labcoat.
Be believable.
This means no "OMG! YOU TOOK DOWN THAT RAYQUAZA WITH A WELL-PLACED PEBBLE AND THEN CAUGHT IN YOUR BARE HANDS AFTER SINGLE-HANDEDLY ASSASSINATING THE ELITE FOUR!" "INORITE?!"
Just use common sense here, folks.
And, without further ADEU, (Fancy multi-cultural language, ja?) Heeeere's the RP!]]
The sun was shining brilliantly in the pure azure sky, adding a lovely glow to all the plant life and buildings around and in New Bark Town. The nearby bodies of water seemed to shimmer in the light, as the wind softly whipped up salty air. Gentle breezes carried this smell all the way to the nose of a ten year old boy named Quint. He was sitting by his desk, staring out at the happy little town. Time was approaching fall quickly, providing the entire town with a pleasantly cooling breeze. Quint's brown hair ruffled gently in the breeze, tickling the trainers soft face. Quint's brown eyes were distant looking as he daydreamed about this day. He had been awake at eight o'clock, much earlier than normal. It was his tenth birthday about two weeks ago, but the lab had today set as the date for new trainers to receive their starter pokemon, meaning it was officially his time to start a pokemon journey.
Quint had prepared his attire the night before, and almost worn it to bed, had his mother not stopped him. He wore a pair of brand new blue jeans with a black belt prepared with clips for the pokeballs. He was also adorned with a blue, long-sleeve shirt covered with a white, short-sleeve jacket. They had both been ironed the other day so that he would look nice for the start of his journey. He gently tapped the tips of his black skate shoes on the hardwood floor of his room, his mind pleasantly focused on the small sentret family down below his window. They were playing together happily, their mama furret keeping careful watch over them as they tossed and tumbled over one another. Quint couldn't help but smile at the cute little creatures. Maybe Quint could catch one of his own soon, and take the cute creature to the Johto League.
A slight beeping gently broke his thoughts as Quint turned to his snorlax-shaped alarm clock. Pressing the snooze button, Quint stood and stretched. His mother had sent his PokeGear to Professor Elm as a precaution in case he or his brother had trashed their gear beforehand, meaning he and his brother would have to get to the lab slightly earlier for the gear's calibration and settings. Quint's room was made mostly of hardwood, except for the walls and ceiling, which were imitation wood for the purpose of structural stability. There were two beds in the room, one neat and tidy, previously occupied by the anxious Quint, and another, currently occupied with his brother.
Quint sighed and walked over to his brother, gently shaking his shoulder. "Come on…" Quint said, trying to coax his brother out of sleep. "It's time for breakfast…" Quint wasn't really lying. He could smell the eggs being cooked on the frying pan right now, sizzling quietly on the stove. After a few moments of coaxing, Quint turned and walked down the stairs, into the living room and kitchen.
His mother was standing next to the stove, trying to hurriedly make a breakfast for her two sons. She was dressed in a pink skirt and blouse with a white apron stretched across her front. Her hair was brown like Quint's, and pulled back so she could work without hassle. Her eyes were relatively old and weary, but still carried a hard-working, happy glint. She turned on her heels and walked over to the table, scraping a collection of scrambled eggs and bacon onto the plate sitting in front of Quint.
"And how did you sleep, honey?" She asked.
"Well, mother." Quint replied, picking up his fork. But before he had a chance to take a bite of his breakfast, a movement and a thump was heard upstairs. "Somebody's up." Quint happily chimed.
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