(Hehehe... See, I can be useful for things other than causeing mass panic and creating troubles for everyone else in the PRP!)
Myra left the hotel, Storm by her side, her hand on Soul's Pokeball. Her eyes were watching out for the police, for if they reconised her, she would have to be ready to flee instantly, hense the reason she had Soul's Pokeball at the ready. The only reason that the Xatu wasn't outside with her was because the bird Pokemon had a habit of attracting attention, something that Myra didn't want.
She was also searching for something she could use to charge up. Even though walking did create a charge, it wasn't much, and wouldn't help much. No, what Myra needed was a trampoline. And she seemed to be in luck.
Myra had spotted a young boy bouncing up and down on a trampoline in his backyard. Grinning, Myra lept over the fence, while pulling a Pokeball out of her bag.
"Excuse me." She said, catching the boy's attention. "May I have a go on your trampoline?"
The boy looked up from his jumping, looking slightly bewildered at Myra's request.
"Well," he said, curious. "I've got to go to school now, so I'm sure you can use it until I come home ok? And if I find it missing or trashed, I know exactly who to blame!"
Myra smiled to herself. If this kid thought that the police would be able to find her, he would be sorely mistaken. She'd been on the run for two years, and they hadn't caught her yet.
"Don't worry. You'll find it exactly how you left it." Myra promised.
Seeming satisfied, the boy went inside his house, leaving Storm and Myra alone. Myra threw herself onto the old rusting trampoline, and started to bounce. Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up and flip and bellyflop and up and summersault and down… Myra went. As she bounced, her hair started to stand on end. There was a metallic taste, filling the air.
Good, it's working. Myra thought.
Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up… all was done to increase the number of electrons in Myra's body, almost to the point where it was impossible to stand. This was when Myra stopped, and got off, careful not to let go of the electrons. The minisucle parts of atoms wanted to find the right balance of positive and negative energy, which was below Myra. She would have to be very, very careful.
Of course, Storm the prankster found this process to be hilarious. The Jolteon was rolling around on the ground, crying from laughing so hard. Myra caught sight of herself in a window and giggled. She did look hilarious. She looked like one of those cartoon characters after they got struck by lightning or electrocuted, minus the dead skin.
"Shut up you." Myra told Storm. "You know it's necessary."
The Jolteon just kept on laughing. Myra sighed and leapt the fence, closely followed by Storm who didn't want to be left behind.
"We'll stay out of sight until 11pm when we'll go talk to Cyrus and find out what trouble the old man's gotten into now."