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route_10652012-07-23 01:54 am
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652012-07-23 01:54 am
Got this burning feeling like my veins are filled with nothing but gasoline
Who: Heather Mason and anyone in Ecruteak City willing to help a sista out.
Where: Ecruteak City
When: July 20th, early evening.
Summary: There was a time when Ecruteak City was peaceful and quiet. But that all changed when THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED.
... And by 'the Fire Nation' I mean Heather, and by 'attacked' I mean 'had a bit of trouble with her powers'.
Rating: PG
Log:
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
That was the sound that interrupted what was otherwise a quiet, peaceful evening in Ecruteak City. In fact, was there ever an evening in Ecruteak City that WASN'T quiet and peaceful?
Officer Jerry sure hadn't experienced one before. Until now, anyway.
Choking back a wild scream (ever since the September before last, he had grown so jumpy it had been suggested that he step off the force more than once-- but he stubbornly clung to his badge like his own tenacious Snubbull partner), Jerry lurched away from the fence he'd been idly leaning on, surveying the sleepy, ruddy-lit little streets, and whirled around to face the pillar of flame that was billowing upwards into the sky from several blocks around the corner.
A thousand horrible possibilities (the thought that someone had stepped on Kimono Girl Miki's temperamental Flareon's tail again being one of them) ran through his head, but first and foremost were the borderline terrorist attacks that had occurred in Goldenrod City and elsewhere. Those people with powers that only Pokemon were supposed to have.
The entire police force had been on edge lately with those people at large. Not the sick ones who were coming down with it like a disease, but the ones who knew damn well what they had and were using it for evil.
Oh Arceus, not here. Not HERE.
Wrestling his radio off its clasp, Jerry took off running towards the conflagration.
"This is Officer Jerry-- we have a situation here! An explosion, could be the ones who have been attacking gyms! Requesting assistance immediately! Over! I said requesting assistance imme--...."
As he skidded to a halt, the heat of the fire sweeping over him in waves, he stared at the sight before him.
A circle of blackened grass and what appeared to be the charred remains of a small hot dog cart (the hot dog man and his Munchlax stood beyond the range of the flames, looking utterly shellshocked), and in the middle of the circle, a barefoot teenage girl wearing shorts and an expression of sheer surprise that was exaggerated by the fact that she looked like a Looney Toon who'd just had a bomb go off in their face.
Smoking, covered in scorch marks, and smelling like burnt toast.
And looking incredibly familiar.
She blinked.
And then looked at Jerry.
Jerry looked back.
The radio slid from his fingers and hit the ground.
Her eyes were glowing orange.
MOTHER OF ARCEUS...
Heather Mason turned around. Oh god, it was a cop. FML. She coughed awkwardly.
"I can, uh-- I can expl--"
"BACK! BACK, YOU MONSTER!"
SHE WAS ONE OF THEM! SHE WAS ONE OF THEM!
Of COURSE she would be one of them!
The girl raised her hands.
"Whoa, hey, take it easy! I wasn't--!"
"DON'T POINT THOSE FINGERS AT ME!" Jerry shrilled, his voice leaving the acceptably-masculine tenor it usually was and ascending into chipmunk territory. "I WON'T BE YOUR BARBEQUE TODAY! I WON'T BE YOUR BARBEQUE ANY DAY!"
"--dude, I-- I swear I wasn't even--!"
And then she stopped, because Jerry was already hightailing it out of the square, screaming into the radio for backup.
... W-wellp.
Hastily, she pulled out a wad of smoking money from her pocket and shoved it at the hot dog vendor, mumbling that it was for the cart.
Time to make like a tree and FIND SOMEWHERE TO HIDE THAT ISN'T FLAMMABLE.
[OOC: Anyone in Ecruteak who'd be willing to hide (or trying to turn in!) Heather from the cops is free to tag in and see her trying to ninja around town!]
Where: Ecruteak City
When: July 20th, early evening.
Summary: There was a time when Ecruteak City was peaceful and quiet. But that all changed when THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED.
... And by 'the Fire Nation' I mean Heather, and by 'attacked' I mean 'had a bit of trouble with her powers'.
Rating: PG
Log:
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
That was the sound that interrupted what was otherwise a quiet, peaceful evening in Ecruteak City. In fact, was there ever an evening in Ecruteak City that WASN'T quiet and peaceful?
Officer Jerry sure hadn't experienced one before. Until now, anyway.
Choking back a wild scream (ever since the September before last, he had grown so jumpy it had been suggested that he step off the force more than once-- but he stubbornly clung to his badge like his own tenacious Snubbull partner), Jerry lurched away from the fence he'd been idly leaning on, surveying the sleepy, ruddy-lit little streets, and whirled around to face the pillar of flame that was billowing upwards into the sky from several blocks around the corner.
A thousand horrible possibilities (the thought that someone had stepped on Kimono Girl Miki's temperamental Flareon's tail again being one of them) ran through his head, but first and foremost were the borderline terrorist attacks that had occurred in Goldenrod City and elsewhere. Those people with powers that only Pokemon were supposed to have.
The entire police force had been on edge lately with those people at large. Not the sick ones who were coming down with it like a disease, but the ones who knew damn well what they had and were using it for evil.
Oh Arceus, not here. Not HERE.
Wrestling his radio off its clasp, Jerry took off running towards the conflagration.
"This is Officer Jerry-- we have a situation here! An explosion, could be the ones who have been attacking gyms! Requesting assistance immediately! Over! I said requesting assistance imme--...."
As he skidded to a halt, the heat of the fire sweeping over him in waves, he stared at the sight before him.
A circle of blackened grass and what appeared to be the charred remains of a small hot dog cart (the hot dog man and his Munchlax stood beyond the range of the flames, looking utterly shellshocked), and in the middle of the circle, a barefoot teenage girl wearing shorts and an expression of sheer surprise that was exaggerated by the fact that she looked like a Looney Toon who'd just had a bomb go off in their face.
Smoking, covered in scorch marks, and smelling like burnt toast.
And looking incredibly familiar.
She blinked.
And then looked at Jerry.
Jerry looked back.
The radio slid from his fingers and hit the ground.
Her eyes were glowing orange.
MOTHER OF ARCEUS...
Heather Mason turned around. Oh god, it was a cop. FML. She coughed awkwardly.
"I can, uh-- I can expl--"
"BACK! BACK, YOU MONSTER!"
SHE WAS ONE OF THEM! SHE WAS ONE OF THEM!
Of COURSE she would be one of them!
The girl raised her hands.
"Whoa, hey, take it easy! I wasn't--!"
"DON'T POINT THOSE FINGERS AT ME!" Jerry shrilled, his voice leaving the acceptably-masculine tenor it usually was and ascending into chipmunk territory. "I WON'T BE YOUR BARBEQUE TODAY! I WON'T BE YOUR BARBEQUE ANY DAY!"
"--dude, I-- I swear I wasn't even--!"
And then she stopped, because Jerry was already hightailing it out of the square, screaming into the radio for backup.
... W-wellp.
Hastily, she pulled out a wad of smoking money from her pocket and shoved it at the hot dog vendor, mumbling that it was for the cart.
Time to make like a tree and FIND SOMEWHERE TO HIDE THAT ISN'T FLAMMABLE.
[OOC: Anyone in Ecruteak who'd be willing to hide (or trying to turn in!) Heather from the cops is free to tag in and see her trying to ninja around town!]