(I should be revising for my practice exam tomorrow, but instead I'm procrastinating and lurking around on TBT
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Suppose I'll update you guys with some more content for my RP character.)
After successfully retrieving my beloved Pokemon, Hippopotas, from team galactic, I begin to resume my journey of becoming the best of the best Pokemon trainer there has ever been! After managing to escape the Galactic head quarters completely untraced, I start to wander towards one of the exits of Veilstone City. Content with the reunion of one of my buddies, I day-dream about my inevitable fate of becoming an A-Star celebrity renowned for my adrenaline-pumping battles! That's until I feel a sharp confusing pain all over my body. I'm immediately shocked backwards onto the hard ground. Stunned by whatever has hit me, I manage to project my next upwards to survey what's happened.
I groan. "Great, another insect..." I say quietly under my breath as a female galactic grunt completely sprawled out on the paving slabs of Veilstone comes into my view. Gradually, the confusion diminishes and I manage to stand up, of course by leaning all of my body weight onto my arm which is now pressed hard against the wall.
"Argh! You stupid pathetic idiotic moron!" the female grunt spits as she curtains her face with her hands.
"What? This is completely your fault! If
you hadn't of come out of nowhere then neither of us would be in this situation, you twit!" I reply, with an emphasis on the word "twit".
I begin to regain my balance and eventually reach into my bag to showcase one of my Pokeballs in my hand. After the grunt sees that I have a Pokemon, she replies by putting on such a villainous expression and hoisting off three Pokeballs from her belt. It's clear that she wants a battle, it's also evident that she thinks she can win.
"As much as I'd love to play battle with a mere Galactic weasel like you, I have more important issues to be dealing with." I admit to her as I return my Pokeball, unknowing which of my friends it contains, back into my shoulder bag.
"Shut up and just battle me, you pathetic tool!" She releases from her mouth, "Or else I'll call my fellow "Galactic weasels" that are currently residing in that gigantic building behind you, and of course we'll
steal your Pokemon straight from your ignorant little hands!" she explains with an evil sneer on her face.
I begin to sigh.