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route_10652011-05-24 04:48 am
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652011-05-24 04:48 am
The wheels on the bus go-- OH MY GOD JENNY THERE ARE BRAKES USE THEM
Who: Anyone on the vans and/or big tourbus shuttling volunteers to Olivine City.
Where: ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP
When: May 23rd
Summary: Hey. Hey volunteers. It's time for a ~*~~*~
Rating: G-PG13 depending on the level of profanity reached every time Officer Jenny careens around a corner way too quickly.
Log:
It's raining.
To put it more accurately, it's pouring.
And to top it all off, there is a sleeping old man sitting at the very back of the bus (or van, as the case may be) with his head back and his mouth wide open, making the most cringe-inducing racket any being has ever made in its sleep, barring nightmare-induced screaming or something. Why is he there? Who knows. He was there before any of the volunteers being shuttled to Olivine City boarded their vehicles of choice, and he will probably stay there long after they get off at their destination. Maybe he will always be there. He is the Man You Don't Want to Sit Next to On Public Transportation (tm)and his presence defies the laws of space and time.
Regardless, no matter how much racket is coming from that last seat, nothing seems to be dampening the spirits of the driver, who turns away from the rain-blurred windshield and back to face the passengers once all the seats are full with a bright, chipper grin that borders ever-so-slightly on the unhinged.
It's another one of the many near-identical Officer Jennies, although this one looks far too excited about the prospect of a several-hours-long road trip through pouring rain. As a matter of fact, her earrings are little raindrops. How... appropriate. Her hair seems just a little crazier than most of her cousins (sisters? ... clones??), and she has a faithful Treecko lying across the back of her seat.
"What a fine group of young men and women! Volunteering to help the citizens of Olivine like that! I admire your spunk, taking the time out of your day to do a good deed!"
She beams.
"It'll take us a good few hours to get there, but don't worry, there'll be plenty of mud to dig in once we arrive!"
Turning back to the wheel, she lets the Treecko scamper down her arm and man the stick-shift-- yes, these vehicles are stick. And yes, she is letting the Pokemon help her drive.
"Off we go! It's time to take chances, make mistakes, and GET MESSY!"
With the force and enthusiasm that only overly-cheerful-and-possibly-crazy people seem to have, the Jenny slams her foot down on the gas and sends the party (or parties-- yes, she will be saying a variation of this speech to every single group of people she drives) off on a bumpy, swervy, and way-too-fast start to their journey to Olivine.
With luck and possibly a few prayers to Arceus, the volunteers may survive until they roll to a stop in Olivine.
[ooc: Sorry this came a little late, guys! This is an OPEN LOG, so anyone going to Olivine can feel free to start their own threads, mingle, whatever! Freak out at Jenny's TOTALLY INSANE driving, scoot around and try to avoid the snoring man, make conversation/argue/start rap battles/play the 'I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUUUU' game with your fellow passengers, or maybe just drive everybody else crazy by starting a round of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall". ALL IS FAIR GAME.]
Where: ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP
When: May 23rd
Summary: Hey. Hey volunteers. It's time for a ~*~~*~
Rating: G-PG13 depending on the level of profanity reached every time Officer Jenny careens around a corner way too quickly.
Log:
It's raining.
To put it more accurately, it's pouring.
And to top it all off, there is a sleeping old man sitting at the very back of the bus (or van, as the case may be) with his head back and his mouth wide open, making the most cringe-inducing racket any being has ever made in its sleep, barring nightmare-induced screaming or something. Why is he there? Who knows. He was there before any of the volunteers being shuttled to Olivine City boarded their vehicles of choice, and he will probably stay there long after they get off at their destination. Maybe he will always be there. He is the Man You Don't Want to Sit Next to On Public Transportation (tm)and his presence defies the laws of space and time.
Regardless, no matter how much racket is coming from that last seat, nothing seems to be dampening the spirits of the driver, who turns away from the rain-blurred windshield and back to face the passengers once all the seats are full with a bright, chipper grin that borders ever-so-slightly on the unhinged.
It's another one of the many near-identical Officer Jennies, although this one looks far too excited about the prospect of a several-hours-long road trip through pouring rain. As a matter of fact, her earrings are little raindrops. How... appropriate. Her hair seems just a little crazier than most of her cousins (sisters? ... clones??), and she has a faithful Treecko lying across the back of her seat.
"What a fine group of young men and women! Volunteering to help the citizens of Olivine like that! I admire your spunk, taking the time out of your day to do a good deed!"
She beams.
"It'll take us a good few hours to get there, but don't worry, there'll be plenty of mud to dig in once we arrive!"
Turning back to the wheel, she lets the Treecko scamper down her arm and man the stick-shift-- yes, these vehicles are stick. And yes, she is letting the Pokemon help her drive.
"Off we go! It's time to take chances, make mistakes, and GET MESSY!"
With the force and enthusiasm that only overly-cheerful-and-possibly-crazy people seem to have, the Jenny slams her foot down on the gas and sends the party (or parties-- yes, she will be saying a variation of this speech to every single group of people she drives) off on a bumpy, swervy, and way-too-fast start to their journey to Olivine.
With luck and possibly a few prayers to Arceus, the volunteers may survive until they roll to a stop in Olivine.
[ooc: Sorry this came a little late, guys! This is an OPEN LOG, so anyone going to Olivine can feel free to start their own threads, mingle, whatever! Freak out at Jenny's TOTALLY INSANE driving, scoot around and try to avoid the snoring man, make conversation/argue/start rap battles/play the 'I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUUUU' game with your fellow passengers, or maybe just drive everybody else crazy by starting a round of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall". ALL IS FAIR GAME.]
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Shinn said as he flipped through a page, and jumped up when the van hits a bump, his head almost missing the ceiling by a few millimeter. Looking non-chalant, he then turns to the side and...
"...Wait, you're that person who sold a Scyther egg to me."
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"So I am. Is it serving you well?" she asks after she's recovered, amid the cursing and grumbling of other passengers.
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To be exact, having a Scyther that acts like butler, but that counts under being well-mannered, right? In any case, he's going to extend his right hand in order to get a handshake in. After all, formality's formality.
"I believe we haven't introduced ourselves. Shinn Asuka."
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"Belphegor of Sloth." followed by a cordial bow of her head. "I'm glad to hear he doesn't take after Ankou."
....because she's not sure she could wish a screeching, blade-wielding maniac on anyone who was not Battler.
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Well, at least she isn't trolling him non-stop yet, so he's just going to continue the conversation.
"...well, from what I've heard, Ankou is pretty violent for a Scyther, right?"
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"To put it mildly, yes. He's been that way since the day I arrived here...no amount of training him or socializing him has calmed him any"
She had been told most pokemon eventually warmed up to their masters once they realized they weren't going anywhere and were their source of caregiving, but Ankou fancied himself an exception to the rule.
Action tags now because I fail at prose /sob
I guess he is just a loner who doesn't want to be bothered by anyone.
[Like Yzak, except Yzak is very punch and not so slashy.]