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[annette masters ❤]

annette d. masters

Beaten and broken and chased from the land

Pretty bright. Pretty blue. That's how Annie saw it (the sky, you see), head tipped back as she walked, her body swaying like a cobra's. And didn't she look like a cobra, really? Well, okay, not really. But she had a hood. And Arboks had hoods too, didn't they? Snakes were cool. Whatever Pokemon she captured on her journey, she hoped at least one would be a snake. Because snakes were pretty awesome, weren't they? Sleek and long and deadly. They were fit for a queen, be it as her animal companion or her personal poisoner. Was Cleopatra killed by snakes? Someone had been killed by snakes, hadn't they? Annie knew that.

Someone bumped into her and stumbled away, grumbling about wayward kids.

Annette woke up, then. Well, she woke in the sense that she once more took in her surroundings, bright blue eyes glancing around her then traveling back over her shoulder as her head turned, watching the person walk away. 'Commoner.'

Her head swiveled back around, her muscles complaining slightly at being stretched so suddenly and so strenuously. 'But not worth my time,' she thought, reaching up with one hand to rub gently at the back of her neck, fingers gently raking through her soft hair.

'Right now is the time for action!'

(Her head's totally random, isn't it? Think some clearer thoughts, girl.)

And with that thought, she continued on, reaching her destination fairly quickly. (Pretty glass doors, reflecting the pretty glass sky.) She slipped inside easily, taking in her surroundings. And judging. Always judging.

Annie curled her lip up at the central desk, the bell so randomly placed on it. Her teeth were bared in what might have been a smile or a sneer, though the rest of her features remained carefully blank. And then came the uncertainty, her eyes darting first to the doors behind the desk then to the obvious emptiness of the place. Then she stared at the tiles on the floor, gently grinding her heels into the spotlessness of it.

Now what?

She had come here for a Pokemon hadn't she? A pretty partner, perfect for her and not messy or vile or anything she wouldn't like. But where was that perfect partner? Probably behind the doors beyond. But she couldn't go back there, could she? And where was the receptionist? Didn't professors have lab assistants? What sort of backwater establishment was this? (Really, like she had any room to talk. Her town certainly didn't have a laboratory. Or a gym. It did have a little library, at least.)

Annette edged closer to the desk with the bell on it, working in a circling motion, a herder without the prey to be driven forward. Or perhaps the prey was her own cowardice and once she reached the desk it would evolve into courageousness? ('Way too much poetry.')

Nevertheless, her goal was reached. With one final glance outside (oh, and look at the people scurry along, not even glancing in) she tapped the bell with a definite press of her fingers, before quickly retracting it as if the bell was on fire. The resulting ringing made her retreat a few feet from the desk. As if standing away from it meant she could shed the blame of ringing it if she was admonished for violating the bell.

'Well,' she thought, 'there wasn't a sign saying not to push it.'

But I rise up above it, high up above it and see

► credits; annie ► lyrics; night of the hunter, 30 seconds to mars
► tag; npc, mod ► words; 566

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You ever had just one of those days where you had nothing to do, no where to go, and you couldn't mess with anything important because you knew that you'd get in trouble? Yes, well, this aid wasn't having much fun with the fact that he really fit in those requirements for the day. With the professor out for the day running errands, the young man was in charge with looking over the lab. Only problem was, there was nothing to look over! No trainer's yet, all the Pokemon were asleep, and further more, he was bored out of his mind. Even his Electrode was sleeping out of boredom, and that dang Pokemon never slept! And he would know, too. What a waste, too! Why did he ever pick this job in the first place? Oh yeah, that's right; he liked Pokemon a little too much to not have a job with him. He personally blamed his parents.

The assistant, sitting at a large white desk with plenty of papers aboard in a large chair, was just about to follow his Pokemon, his head slumped over with his arms crossed on the table, when he heard a ding from the front room. Even the electric type heard it, muffly jumping from his slumber in surprise, shaking his "head" to try to wake up as the assistant leap out of his seat, guessing it was finally a trainer, and, grabbing a sheet with the starters on it, swiftly walked through the doors leading to the front room as his Pokemon lazily fell back asleep. The aid could have only guessed right, by the looks of it. At least, the girl looked like a trainer to him. Being partly new at all of the lab stuff, he really couldn't tell.

"Hello," he simply said as he walked up to her. "Here to get your starter, I take it? Of course you are, why would you be here in the first place? Here's the starters list, take your time and tell me when you have chosen the stater you wanted." He seemed to speak quickly as he handed the girl the sheet, although hoped that she would not take any notice in it.

[annette masters ❤]

annette d. masters

Beaten and broken and chased from the land

Annette waited—one second, two seconds, three, four—and flinched backward another half-step as the doors she had been watching opened. Out stepped a—person—certainly that wasn't the professor, right? Her hands dug into the pockets of her hoodie as she chewed on her lower lip, dissatisfaction spreading through her.

How—'Lame.'

This couldn't be the guy (girl?) right? Annie wracked her brains, trying to remember what little info she knew concerning the professor. A guy, yeah. And this person who strode toward her with the quick, light steps of an animal unaccustomed to dealing with those not of its species—well, he was a “man”, though his posture made her think “man-child”.

Annie's chin tilted upward as she drew herself up to her full height, drawing rank as best she could. Certainly he wasn't the professor. And certainly he was in no way better in her, though the sheet of paper fluttering in his hand was enough to make her admit that yes, she was in his power, if only until she received what was to be hers. And then? 'Nothing on me.'

The uncertainty that had been playing across her features smoothed out into nothingness as her lip once more curled. This time, though, he was the prey. It was undeniable. And with her wits? She'd get exactly what she wanted, no matter what.

Annette cocked her head, a gentle smile playing across her lips, batting her eyelashes once before refocusing her gaze on his shoulder as he spoke. She must not scare off the prey; they always spooked when you looked them in the eye. And who could handle her gaze, aside from her brother?

But, oh, his words. The weaknesses practically dripped off his words, though she'd be hard-pressed to pin-point exactly what made each and every weakness that he possessed right at that moment. His speech, his posture, just his appearance in general—but she'd play nice to receive what she wanted.

How fast he talked! She nodded and smiled, giggling slightly when he answered his own question without missing a beat. Annie's eyes slid down to the paper, her tongue darting out to lick her lips at just the thought of finally picking out her partner. And then her gaze snapped back up to his face.

“Thank you,” she said primly, catching the corner of the sheet he offered her with the tips of her fingers, gently plucking it from his hand. “I promise I won't be long.”

Then, flashing him another ('Shy, think shy.') smile, she finally took a look at the paper.

Thank God they had pictures. Annette had no formal education when it came to Pokemon and while she could name some from her own experiences they were few in number, especially compared with how many there actually were.

Pig? No. Bird? No. Shell-thing? God, no, it looked like something a child would keep as a pet. The ghost was pretty enough, in its own way, but would it fit her? Nah. Too Gothic; it wouldn't match well with Annette's airy way of dressing. Definitely not cherries; Annette wasn't young enough to bypass the obvious jokes, and she wasn't old enough to ignore them. Slug, mouse-thing, humpback? No way.

But that smug little lizard....

That smug little lizard that gazed at the camera with the hint of a smirk on its mouth. And it was a Grass type, she assumed. No one raised Grass types. They were weak to too many things—that's what the trainers had always said. Good for beginners, yeah, but for professionals they were hindrances.

Annie's lip quirked up into its own smirk. 'Challenges are fun.'

Her eyes snapped back to the man. It'd taken her, what? A minute, maybe? Long for some, short for others, but for Annie? Just right.

“I'd like this one,” she announced, handing the paper back to the ('Assistant? Assistant. You're an assistant. You can't be the professor.') assistant, pointing out the little lizard. “Snivy.”

The grin on her face said clearly, 'Starter, please.'

But I rise up above it, high up above it and see

► credits; annie ► lyrics; night of the hunter, 30 seconds to mars
► tag; npc, mod ► words; 671

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As the girl looked over the starters list, the man kept quiet, because of course he really didn't know the girl at all, so it would be weird to start a conversation with her. Plus, she was trying to look over the starters and decide which one she wanted. It was rude, he thought, to interrupt someone with they were trying to think or speak. That's what his parents had always told him when he was young, and, being the respectful little boy he had been at the time, he had believed it. Till this day, he still did, because it was edged into his skull, bound my chains with no means of escape. So he just let it sit there, and went along with it. It wasn't as if he hated it; he just thought it be best to live by what you learned, rather than get in trouble for something you weren't supposed to do.

"A Snivy?" the young man repeated when the girl announced her starter, gently taking the paper back with a small thank you. Quickly he turned and disappeared back between the two double doors he had entered from not moments ago. There were some noises, and a few shouted commands - most likely to his Pokemon, though unknownst to the girl - and a single crash, before the man reappeared from the doors, a Pokeball and a bag in each hand. "Alright, here are your things," he said, gesturing the things for the girl to take. "Hope you have a great time on your journey."

[img]http://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/6/6a/Spr_5b_495.png[/img][img]http://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/d/dc/Spr_b_g5_495.png[/img]
[b]Name:[/b] You Choose!
[b]Gender:[/b] You Choose!
[b]Level:[/b] oo5
[b]Ability:[/b] Overgrow
[b]Move Set:[/b] Tackle | Leer | Iron Tail
[b]Nature:[/b] You Choose!

[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/pok%C3%A9-ball.png[/img] Pokeball x5
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/potion.png[/img] Potion x3
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/full-heal.png[/img] Full Heal x1
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/revive.png[/img] Revive x1
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/tm-case.png[/img] TM Case
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/berry-pouch.png[/img] Berry Bag
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/point-card.png[/img] Trainer ID
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/town-map.png[/img] Caelum Map
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/live-caster.png[/img] Pokedex