[Corey] Time to start it up

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“This is such a joke.” Corey snarled through clenched teeth, feet dragging along the concrete. He was slouched over, his shoulders positioned forward in a lazy attempt to keep himself upright. This aggressive behavior was uncommon for the carefree boy, living in the prime of his life. He imagined himself as Winston Smith, pressing forward against the torrent of oppression by big brother. The judge would receive his karma when Corey came back with dead Pokémon and would burn the man’s house down. Such hatred from such a small framed boy shocked Jack London, whom was walking behind him.

Her club dragged lazily behind her, an extension of her tail. It rattled over the bumps. A musical thump came from her footsteps as she avoided stepping on cracks. She was her own one man band. ~So angry, ~ she complained, nudging his back gently with her head. Jack London often played the role of a motherly figure to Corey despite her contradicting name. ~How could you even have this much energy after last night?~

A smile crept over his face as he recalled the events of the previous night, actuality the events of earlier that morning. The girl with the pretty face, the boy who brought him a gift valued over a hundred dollars and the keg. Oh, such wonderful memories. He hadn’t even been able to make it home before his journey, still in the clothes he wore the night before. Clothes that reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol, messy hair and bloodshot eyes? Yes that was a wonderful way to pick up a starter. Oh and he had that girl’s perfume all over him as well, that counted for something.

Corey rubbed his eyes tenderly as they arrived at the building, standing before it like pilgrims. This was their destination, a place that they had traveled to in search of a higher meaning. The meaning of why Corey was such a messed up kid. The Pokémon that he would receive in here would make him a good boy, a functioning member of society. That’s what the judge had said anyways. Still, they both stood before the building in awe, wondering what new morals they would learn from this Pokémon that they would receive.

Jack was the first to take a step forward. She was now gingerly holding the club at her side; its painted swirls seemed to move as Corey looked at it. Yeah, he could still fill something taking effect on his brain from last night. With a last yawn, Corey started off after Jack having to do a short jog to catch up with her. These two knew exactly how to get what they wanted.

Straightening up as he walked it was as if Corey transformed. No longer were his eyes half closed and his mouth agape. Jack stood tall and carried her club proudly, her eyes bright. More experienced people could easily see through their masks, but the man that Jack almost ran into didn’t. He bid them both an excuse before scurrying away. Great success of the day so far. Opening the door for Jack, Corey let them both into the building.

It was game time now.

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ooc// Hang on a sec, you haven't actually registered for an account yet! You might want to do that, it'll make posting a lot easier, plus otherwise you have no money to buy anything. It's very easy, just click the 'register' button at the top of the page. Also, since the door is usually locked, I'll just pretend you knocked instead.

ic// Professor Pine heard Corey, and a shiver went down his spine. He knew who that was. The judge had contacted him, told him that a boy had been sentenced to be a Pokémon trainer as a punishment. He had been extremely against this for the Pokémon's sake; someone like Corey would probably just abuse it and leave it dying while he went off and did some other crime. He had suggested community service, but nooo, a Pokémon would straighten him out. Pine sighed. He had looked through a number of his Pokémon, setting aside a few of the ones who would stand up to anyone who tried to abuse them.

As the Professor opened the door, Telepa gave a hiss of disaproval. Pine couldn't help but flinch just a little as the most terrible smell entered his nostrils. Cigarettes, beer, spirits, even a little puke, mixed up with the most sickly woman's perfume. Urgh, this was that guy all right. Not even offering his usual smile, he fixed Corey with dark eyes. "Right, you must be Corey. Well, I'm sure there's a Pokémon in here somewhere that can straighten you out." he said.

Moving back into the lab, Telepa the Noctowl dæmon watched Corey and Jack London very carefully from her human's shoulder. Pine swallowed, ready for this. "Well, with everyone I have to offer them some choice, so what Pokémon would you like? Mind, I've set aside a few that would fight back to any abuse, so I can assure you that." he nodded.

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