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Post by zaphinea on Feb 27, 2014 1:28:57 GMT -5
Zaphinea’s day had been long…too long. She had ridden six hours by plane, then another three on a bus. Needless to say, her rear end hurt and all she wanted was some food and a soft bed. It did not seem that any reprieve would be given, though. Nope, she had to go straight to the principal’s office and ‘check-in’. At least that was what she had been told.
So, there she stood, her jeans wrinkled from many hours of sitting and her hair windblown and chaotic. She looked nearly the mess that she had when the police had picked her up when she had run away. Only, she smelled better this time. Still, what was she to say? She had sent in her application, had been accepted and now here she was. She just wanted to get on with her studies and draw as little attention to herself as possible. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem like to be how things went.
She had already heard the whispers and noticed the looks. Zaphinea hadn’t had the heart to look back at them. She had just tucked her chin and rushed on past with her rucksack pulled tight around her shoulders. Not even a whole day had passed and she already felt out of place. Mr. Mowsen had always told her that she was getting herself ‘geared up’, but he was no longer around to help calm her fears. She was now forced to face them, on her own no less.
“Welp, here goes…,” she whispered (after several deep breaths), and raised her hand to knock on the door. The wooden door had a deeply rutted texture that threatened to bust her knuckles. Zaphinea winced and waited patiently. Nothing seemed to happen. Had she knocked too softly?
Lifting her opposite hand, she knocked again. This time it was a little louder and hurt a little more. She panned the hallway in each direction for any signs of life. All was relatively quiet. Had she been led on some sort of wild goose chase? Zaphinea’s brow furrowed slightly. This was not a good start to her semester.
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Post by SammyMcSamSam on Feb 28, 2014 0:26:34 GMT -5
Vice Principal Turner swung open the door moments later. Just before she had knocked on the door, he had been sorting through some mail. For some reason, Sash had been allowing it to pile up. At first, he had left it for her to deal with because it was her job to go through it and do what needed to be done with it. However, seeing that it was only making a mess, (it ruined the whole organization of the desk!) he finally decided to take matters into his own hands. He had been thoroughly engrossed in his work, so he was rather irritable at being interrupted. He seemed to always be interrupted. He hoped it was not because of a troublemaker; that would make it much, much worse, and the student would not be very happy with their fate.
He looked at the girl and took her in. He frowned down at her. She looked terrible. Did she not even bother to brush her hair or properly take care of herself this morning? He could hardly label her a troublemaker. She seemed more like someone who didn't groom herself very well. That was hardly worth punishment (or his time). "Are you here for your first Pokemon?" he asked briskly, his expression clearly showing his thoughts. Without bothering to wait for a response, he walked back inside and headed for the desk. He wanted to get through this as fast as possible. "Here, fill this out," he said, handing the personality test to her. "And hurry it up," he said curtly. He would have snapped if he had been upset with her, but she hadn't given him a reason to yet so he just stayed with his usual annoyed and unfriendly tone.
Spike, Turner's Lairon, had followed his trainer to the door to greet the new student. <Hello!> he said with a big, goofy smile. When she walked in, he happily followed her. He liked to welcome students and make sure they felt right at home! He looked up at her, wondering if she would say hi back.
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Post by zaphinea on Feb 28, 2014 1:24:36 GMT -5
Zaphinea gulped, her hand still frozen in air as the man finally opened the door and eyed her. A shiver ran down her spine at his hard glance and suddenly she just wanted to run away. How could she possibly do that, though? He was the principle, after all. How would it look if the students started running away. Zaph couldn’t imagine what he would think then.
“Yes…O-okay…,” she murmured, and stepped through the door. The room beyond was spacious and tidy. It smelled of ink and copy paper. There was another scent beneath that reminded her of her father. Some sort of cologne lingered and caught her. She stopped just inside and breathed the scents deeply. Strange, she thought.
Her discomfort only grew as she was handed the paper. He seemed to dislike her a great deal and kept looking to her hair. Zaphinea touched it gingerly, trying to find anything that might have been stuck in it, or where it might have been sticking up. She was seasoned in the art of gum in hair. Unfortunately for her, she was regularly on the receiving end.
Finding nothing, she perused the questions with her eyes, and marked the letters that best described her. It was not difficult, really. Zaphinea had done many personality tests in her time. Her father had taken her to many psychologists, trying to decipher her as if she were a specimen in his lab. Each time, he had been told that she was just a teenage girl. They had all been paid and Zaphinea had never saw them again. Her father didn’t like that he could not understand her.
Pushing him from her mind, she finished the quiz and watched the principle artfully attempting to organize a pile of letters. He seemed to become more and more frustrated as he went. Perhaps it was not her that had annoyed the man in the first place?
”Hello!” The small voice drew Zaph’s attention from the man. She was pleasantly surprised to see the the strange beast. Its bright eyes seemed happy, unlike its master.
“Hi,” She whispered, and held out her hand to pat animal. At least someone seemed happy to see her. “I’m Zaphinea.”
Unfortunately, the principle had told her to hurry with her quiz, so she pulled her attention away from the Larion and stood.
“I’m done, sir.” Handing him the paper, she straightened herself out and smiled. Perhaps he would be happy that she had finished quickly, so he could get on with his work. Suddenly, she had an idea.
“If you’d like some help, I have no classes today… it looks like you have a lot to do and I am good at organizing…”
QUIZ
1. You enjoy taking walks.
A
2. You have an easy-going personality.
A
3. You enjoy swimming.
A
4. You enjoy taking hikes in the woods.
A
5. You love to explore.
A
6. You have a bit of a temper.
B
7. You love joking around and/or playing pranks.
E
8. You are always looking for fun things to do.
C
9. You tend to be hyper and/or have a lot of energy.
C
10. You can be pretty stubborn.
A
11. You are very confident and determined.
E
12. You don't mind hot weather.
C
13. You love snow.
C
14. You need time to be alone.
A
15. You are a deep thinker.
A
16. You are a doer.
B
17. You are always looking for puzzles to solve.
C
18. You love nature.
A
19. You are loud and boisterous.
E
20. You are nice to everyone, even those who aren't nice to you.
E
21. You get along with everyone.
E
22. You keep to yourself.
B
23. You look out for only number 1.
E
24. You think life's boring.
E
25. You are intelligent.
A
26. You love parties.
D
27. You enjoy writing or reading.
A
28. You often act spontaneously.
A
29. You need structure in your life.
C
30. You feel many emotions.
A
31. You highly value logical thinking.
B
32. You are analytical.
C
33. You don't like thinking about deep, philosophical questions.
E
34. You are neat and tidy.
B
35. You live life in the moment.
D
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Post by SammyMcSamSam on Feb 28, 2014 17:42:54 GMT -5
Turner looked up from his work when the girl spoke. Good, she was done. He took the paper from her and glanced down. He did not have much of a chance to look at it, though, because she was speaking again. He looked at her and waved his hand dismissively. "No need. I'll deal with it." If he allowed anyone, even someone he liked, to help him organize, it would end up a disaster. No, he needed to do it himself, for he was the only one who knew his system.
He did admit, though, that this student was not so bad. He still did not like new students, but she wasn't like a lot of them. For one thing, she had been quick in filling out the test. Glancing down at the paper again, he read the answers in a swift and quick manner. Some Pokemon came to mind, and he headed to the back of the room where they were kept. In only a few short heartbeats he was back, holding three Pokeballs. "Choose one of these," he said as he released them in front of the girl. |
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Post by zaphinea on Feb 28, 2014 19:59:04 GMT -5
Zaphinea smiled happily and looked between the three pokeballs. It was a tough choice, but after a moment, she knew exactly which one she wanted.
"I think this is the one for me." Lifting the Ledyba ball, she smiled wider. "Thank you, sir!" Turning toward the door, Zaphinea made to leave. She stopped and looked back once more, though, as if she had forgotten something. Her eyes fell on the principle thoughtfully.
"I hope you have a great day!" She grinned in his direction and stepped, with renewed glee, from the principles office.
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Post by SammyMcSamSam on Mar 1, 2014 0:21:31 GMT -5
Turner frowned when the girl took the Pokemon and made to leave. She sure was excited to get out of there. He would have let her go, but he did not want to have to deal with her when she eventually came crying back because she didn't get her starter pack. "Wait!" he called to stop her. "You need your starter pack." He returned the other two Pokemon back to their Pokeballs and retreated to the same room he had gone to find them. He placed them back in their little homes and picked up on of the backpacks near them. With that in hand, he walked back over to the girl and handed it to her. "Now, you may leave." Then he could deal with that mountain of mail.
Spike was happy the new student gave him attention. He silently watched her hurry through the test, and he smiled as she saw her choices. The part where the student chose his or her first Pokemon was always the best. It made them so happy. He smiled as she left, but then his trainer was telling her to come back. Why? Oh, yeah, her backpack! <Hey, come back!> he cried, hoping she had not already gone. [img src="http://www.pokestadium.com/pokemon/sprites/img/main-series/4/diamond-pearl/165.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
Species: Ledyba
Type: Bug/Flying
Name: member chooses
Gender: member chooses
Level: 5
Attacks: Tackle
Egg Move: Bug Buzz
Abilities: Swarm, Early Bird, Rattled
Nature: member chooses
x5 Pokeballs [img src="http://pldh.net/media/items/ball/pokeball.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
x3 Potions [img src="http://cdn.staticneo.com/w/pokemon/7/7a/Potion.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
x1 Berry Bag [img src="http://static4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120223211555/pokemon/images/2/23/Berrypouch.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
x1 Pokeblock Case [img src="http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120114221603/pokemon/images/c/c9/Pok%C3%A9Block_Case_Sprite.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
x1 Shupert City Map [img src="http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110914085902/pokemon/images/e/ec/Old_Sea_Map_Sprite.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
x1 Acro Bike [img src="http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111124131160/pokemon/images/a/ac/Acro_Bike_Sprite.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
x1 Pokédex [img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v103/Coronis/Pokemon/Items/PokedexI.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
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Post by zaphinea on Mar 1, 2014 22:36:56 GMT -5
Zaphinea stopped just outside the door, hearing the Principle yelling to her. She had done it again. It was nothing new for the girl to run off in a hurry. It was especially normal for her to forget things. Her bookbag still remained on the floor next to the desk. Her father had always told her that she would have lost her head if it weren’t attached!
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” Zaph’s voice was a trill octave above a squeak. She stepped, cautiously, back into the office. Her eyes fell to the Larion, giving him an embarrassed look.
“Thank you, sir. Sorry about that..” Zaph took the bag gratefully, and picked up her own backpack. Her blue eyes fluttered up to the principles face and she gave him a final smile. “Good luck with all that mail!”
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