OOC: Welcome to Orre Hotel. This is just PRP that is base around a 16 man tournament taking place in the Orre colosseum. I am allowing a max of six people (I'm one of them). But four of them ( again I'm one of them) will be in the tournament. The other two are spectators or member of the hosting company. That would be the Blackshield company (the Sliph. Co. in Kanto.) All Pokémon and all trainer from all region or invited. Pm me before joining and please include the team you are using. I hope to see a good turnout for the championship. The person I'm using is just for this but a Bio on him will be in the bio post soon. The rules of the tornament will be said at the first round. Right now the bus is pulling into the parking lot.
BIC:
The sand had finally settled down as the sun hanged at high noon. The innkeeper finally relaxed after the long moment of worrying that he would lose business. The Balckshield Company was host a global tournament in the most rural of all regions; Orre. This desert waste land held only two places worth visting. Regelm Tower and the Orre colosseum. This battle for the best would take place in the older of the two. The giant hand of the stone battling arena casted its shadow up and over the seats across from it on to the hotel. The old man of an innkeeper walked outside and began cleaning the dust covered windows.
In the distance a small cloud of dust appeared. The innkeeper turn and smile know it was the bus that would bring the most of his visitors. He quickly huddled back inside to prevent the dust from chocking him. The cloud grew with each passing minute until a shape could be made out. A small bike with a large wheel in front underneath the engine and a small thrust jet underneath the driver. The driver pulled in to a spot near the hotel with ease. Breaking the wheel about three meters away from the building and wiping the tail around to fill in the gap.
"Welcome to the Orre hotel!" said the old made as the man on the bike got off. He couldn't see the face through the helmet.
He walked around to the engine open the casting on the right side before replying to the old man, "Do you got a room looking into the colosseum?"
"Yes several."
He flipped a switch in the bike and the rear slowly fell down. He turned and asked, "Any social areas up stairs?"
"Would you like a room near it?" the innkeeper asked back.
"Yes."
"Then yes. Are you here for the tournament?" The innkeeper led the biker into the main lobby.
"Yes."
"Then the room for free for two days. What's your name?"
The biker took off his helmet as he said, "Theo Galesburg."
"Your room is #94, right in front of the upstairs lounge."
"Thanks," Theo said as he went back outside. He pulled out the seat on his bike revealing an old duffle bag. Opening it, he pulled out a pokeball and called out his best friend. "Web!" The light slowly faded away to reveal Ariados. The spider pokemon crawled up his leg and planted itself on Theo shoulder. He then grabbed the bag and headed back indoors.
On the second floor found his room but didn't enter. Instead he walked toward the chairs the viewed the massive desert. He pulled out a laptop and placing in on the coffee table in front of the chair he then sat in. Opening it and turning it on, he pulled a small camera to it and pointed it in the area in front of the doors.
Leaning up against the window he peered to south. He spied a bus as it began to pull up to the hotel. Sitting back down, he opened a program on his laptop. The area the camera was looking at popped on his screen. The bus stopped just at top of the screen and the doors opened. A girl walked out with purple hair and headed toward the door. On Theo laptop, the camera focus girl's face and data began to stream on another program window. "Aria?" asked Wed from his shoulder. "That's right Web, it's going to be a long tournament."
BIC:
The sand had finally settled down as the sun hanged at high noon. The innkeeper finally relaxed after the long moment of worrying that he would lose business. The Balckshield Company was host a global tournament in the most rural of all regions; Orre. This desert waste land held only two places worth visting. Regelm Tower and the Orre colosseum. This battle for the best would take place in the older of the two. The giant hand of the stone battling arena casted its shadow up and over the seats across from it on to the hotel. The old man of an innkeeper walked outside and began cleaning the dust covered windows.
In the distance a small cloud of dust appeared. The innkeeper turn and smile know it was the bus that would bring the most of his visitors. He quickly huddled back inside to prevent the dust from chocking him. The cloud grew with each passing minute until a shape could be made out. A small bike with a large wheel in front underneath the engine and a small thrust jet underneath the driver. The driver pulled in to a spot near the hotel with ease. Breaking the wheel about three meters away from the building and wiping the tail around to fill in the gap.
"Welcome to the Orre hotel!" said the old made as the man on the bike got off. He couldn't see the face through the helmet.
He walked around to the engine open the casting on the right side before replying to the old man, "Do you got a room looking into the colosseum?"
"Yes several."
He flipped a switch in the bike and the rear slowly fell down. He turned and asked, "Any social areas up stairs?"
"Would you like a room near it?" the innkeeper asked back.
"Yes."
"Then yes. Are you here for the tournament?" The innkeeper led the biker into the main lobby.
"Yes."
"Then the room for free for two days. What's your name?"
The biker took off his helmet as he said, "Theo Galesburg."
"Your room is #94, right in front of the upstairs lounge."
"Thanks," Theo said as he went back outside. He pulled out the seat on his bike revealing an old duffle bag. Opening it, he pulled out a pokeball and called out his best friend. "Web!" The light slowly faded away to reveal Ariados. The spider pokemon crawled up his leg and planted itself on Theo shoulder. He then grabbed the bag and headed back indoors.
On the second floor found his room but didn't enter. Instead he walked toward the chairs the viewed the massive desert. He pulled out a laptop and placing in on the coffee table in front of the chair he then sat in. Opening it and turning it on, he pulled a small camera to it and pointed it in the area in front of the doors.
Leaning up against the window he peered to south. He spied a bus as it began to pull up to the hotel. Sitting back down, he opened a program on his laptop. The area the camera was looking at popped on his screen. The bus stopped just at top of the screen and the doors opened. A girl walked out with purple hair and headed toward the door. On Theo laptop, the camera focus girl's face and data began to stream on another program window. "Aria?" asked Wed from his shoulder. "That's right Web, it's going to be a long tournament."
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