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Post by Jacob Henderson on Oct 11, 2010 20:44:54 GMT -6
It was stupid. It was so freanking cold! Honestly, he really couldn't take it much anymore. He grew up in a quaintly warm place, and now he was sent here! Seriously? The admins must really hate him. Then again, just about everyone in Rocket hates him, but still, it still entertained him. But of course, that was not the point. The point was that it was so cold outside! Honestly, he wished he had the ability Thick Fat or something to keep him warm form the ice. Maybe the fur of a Mightyena or something. Probably wouldn't help him, anyway. I mean, the wind blowing could freeze your lougies mid spit. Or maybe it was just him. Some salior said that it was only forty to fifty degrees outside, with a wind chill of possibly thrity-five to thiry-seven. Not even cold enough to snow. Not even cool!
The young man spat to the board walk where he was hidden by the crates that were unboarded from several trips back and forth from the other regions. Most all were fairly large, at least a few seven or eight feet tall, and a good four or five foot in length. Some where smaller, though the smallwer ones were stacked upon the larger ones where they could fit. A few fighting types like Machoke and Machamp often moved them, though failed to notice the two figures seated amoungst the mess. While others were, when they got off of the boat, ditched to the near by forest, the red-haired man decided to lay back and see if he could "find anything." Wasn't that his job here? Pfft, he always got the worst of it. That's why he was in th cold region anyways.
Jacob Henderson waited quickly with the black haired "mutt" that he was forced to bring along. Really, he was seemingly wondering how long it would take for someone to firgure out that he was back here, and to approach him and say something about it. Of course, they were possibly too Torchic to do so. Kind of sad that some peopel weren't as brave and many people thought. Jake? Yeah, he thought him self to be pretty brave. No one really saw it in 'im, sure, but they were all just jerks. Just heartless, selfish jerks. Not like he cared too much about that much, anyways, though. He often never cared. Many people thought him to be in depression, denial, as well as many other things. Not like he listened to them though. He never did.
"Mi Mi Mi!"
Emerald eyes averted almost angrily to the create that sat next to him, who had up till now been quite enough that the boy had actually began to enjoy it. But because the Mightyena knew so, he would talk to him if only to annoy him. Yeah, Might was sort of that way with him. One reason why they didn't make good partners. They always annoyed each other. Not like Slash wasn't bad, no. It just was Mightyena knew how to actually make Jake tick, that was the bad thing about him. But of course, sometimes he often had to listen; it was sad to say that the Pokemon was - though on a rare occasion - right.
"Guess we should go lookin' 'round, eh?" Jake merely asked, hacking one last time before pushing him self off of the crate he had been leaning against for the past half an hour or so."Let's hurry 'fore the guys in blues start lookin' for us, too."
Mighyena gave a growl of agreement and stood as his "trainer" did. Jake turned, without saying another word, and, shifting his backpack and began to walk, every so often lifting up a crate lid when he was able to. He was still thinking parinoid as he walked out of the crates, taking a few more looks, and expecting someone to walk up to him. Maybe.
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