((OOC: decided to make an RP...I don't have a hugely perfect idea of where the plot's gonna go, but I really wanna use my character in an RP. So please join if you'd like, though I'd like it to remain literate and as well-written as possible. But still fun. Funness is niceness. ^_^;; ))
Rei sighed, shielding her eyes from the early morning sun. Stupid sun, blazing right into her line of sight. Curse the fact that she was traveling east!
She stared down at the gritty pavement below her black sneaker-covered feet, concentrating on moving one foot ahead of the other without crashing into anything. It turned out to be easier said (or, rather, thought) than done, as she had to narrowly avoid two old men, one Machoke and his young female trainer, three junior high girls, and one rather stubborn Snorlax. Nevertheless, she reached her destination eventually.
The teenager squinted up at the tall skyscraper - by no means the tallest Saffron City had to offer, but still daunting - and tightened her hold on the yellow furball in her arms.
The Pichu blinked lazily, stretching his tiny arms. He stared up at the girl's face with a sleepy expression. "Chu?"
"I'm here to get a job," the girl answered in a taciturn manner.
Her other traveling partner, a Caterpie latched to her shoulder, nodded her large green head. She explained to the younger Pokemon that their trainer wasn't exactly rich (she spent most of her time wandering around the Kanto region - not exactly the most profitable of occupations), and they couldn't afford to buy food for more than two months. This, naturally, was not good, since without food they would die. Or, at the very least, have uncomfortable stomachs.
The Pichu nodded, snuggling back up to his trainer's red tank top, wrapping a bit of the unbuttoned black jacket around part of his body. No sense in facing the scary people inside without his adopted mommy.
Ignoring her two Pokemon, the girl walked inside the building. The lobby was a sterile white with accent colors of a golden yellow, making it look welcoming and cold at the same time. She stepped up to the desk, where she was greeted by a lipstick-covered business smile by the relatively young-looking secretary. "Hello, welcome to Explore Magazines Incorporated," she trilled, reciting a standard welcome. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes, under Kanto. Rei Kanto," the trainer stated, staring at the secretary's made-up face. "I'm here to apply for one of the traveling photography jobs. I agreed to meet with the head of the photojournalism department today at eight-thirty."
The secretary nodded, never turning off her plastered smile. After tapping a few keys on her keyboard, she glanced back up at Rei. "I've signed you in. Please take a seat until your name is called. Oh, and could you return your Pokemon to your Pokeballs, please?"
Rei nodded, taking out two Pokeballs without another word. Both the Pichu and the Caterpie disappeared in respective flashes of red, and the trainer sat down in one of the hard yellow chairs without another word.
She stared at the white ceiling, starting to space out. She'd heard about the photography job, and realized it could be the perfect way to make money. The magazine, a popular trainer's magazine in the Kanto-Johto landmass (and associated subregions), wanted trainers (preferably in their teens or early twenties) to photograph their journies for a certain amount of time. It seemed easy enough - just take at least three pictures each day, compile them onto a disk each time you hit a city with a bit of explanation of each photo, and send the disk to the Saffron offices. Then you'd get a paycheck AND a limited press pass, allowing you to go a bit farther than the normal trainer.
It wasn't the first time they'd done something like this, or the first time she read the magazine. She knew they were also having trainers document their journies in words, sending out artists to paint what they saw, and trainers to conduct interviews with various people. Trainers were the easiest beginning journalists to recruit, since you didn't have to pay them too much (most of what they were "paid" with were services, like free nights and meals in Pokemon Centers), and they could explore all the knooks and crannies of the training regions to get all the information the companies wanted.
"Miss Kanto," an attendant called as she stepped into the lobby. Rei stood up, brushed a bit of white dust off of her dark blue jeans, and followed the woman into an interview room.
A good while later, she exited with a signed contract and a digital camera at the ready. Glancing down at her assignment, she quickly read about the area they wanted her to travel in.
The mountains west of Cianwood City, Johto Region, are largely unmarked and undocumented territory. We'd like you to travel on foot from Goldenrod City to Olivine City, then take a ship from Olivine City to Cianwood City. Be sure to document your travels to the Cianwood Mountains. The Johto-Kanto Rail bullet train ticket and ferry tickets are enclosed, and there is a set of camping gear for you to pick up in Cianwood City. You are to spend at least one month total in the mountains; if you need to send pictures, then you may go back to Cianwood temporarily or send them via a flying-type. Rei glazed over the rest of the details, as they were mostly trivial matters (boring to her, at least).
Rei yawned as she began her walk to the Johto-Kanto Rail station, vaguely wondering what her travels in uncharted Johto territory would be like.
((OOC: so yar, the plot-stuff will begin to take place in the travels to the mountains, then probably heat up when the group reaches the mountains themselves. You don't have to be another journalist-of-some-sort, though you can if you want to (you don't need to be one limited to the descriptions I gave, either, and you don't even have to work for the same magazine). So neh...I hope this sounds interesting!))
Rei sighed, shielding her eyes from the early morning sun. Stupid sun, blazing right into her line of sight. Curse the fact that she was traveling east!
She stared down at the gritty pavement below her black sneaker-covered feet, concentrating on moving one foot ahead of the other without crashing into anything. It turned out to be easier said (or, rather, thought) than done, as she had to narrowly avoid two old men, one Machoke and his young female trainer, three junior high girls, and one rather stubborn Snorlax. Nevertheless, she reached her destination eventually.
The teenager squinted up at the tall skyscraper - by no means the tallest Saffron City had to offer, but still daunting - and tightened her hold on the yellow furball in her arms.
The Pichu blinked lazily, stretching his tiny arms. He stared up at the girl's face with a sleepy expression. "Chu?"
"I'm here to get a job," the girl answered in a taciturn manner.
Her other traveling partner, a Caterpie latched to her shoulder, nodded her large green head. She explained to the younger Pokemon that their trainer wasn't exactly rich (she spent most of her time wandering around the Kanto region - not exactly the most profitable of occupations), and they couldn't afford to buy food for more than two months. This, naturally, was not good, since without food they would die. Or, at the very least, have uncomfortable stomachs.
The Pichu nodded, snuggling back up to his trainer's red tank top, wrapping a bit of the unbuttoned black jacket around part of his body. No sense in facing the scary people inside without his adopted mommy.
Ignoring her two Pokemon, the girl walked inside the building. The lobby was a sterile white with accent colors of a golden yellow, making it look welcoming and cold at the same time. She stepped up to the desk, where she was greeted by a lipstick-covered business smile by the relatively young-looking secretary. "Hello, welcome to Explore Magazines Incorporated," she trilled, reciting a standard welcome. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes, under Kanto. Rei Kanto," the trainer stated, staring at the secretary's made-up face. "I'm here to apply for one of the traveling photography jobs. I agreed to meet with the head of the photojournalism department today at eight-thirty."
The secretary nodded, never turning off her plastered smile. After tapping a few keys on her keyboard, she glanced back up at Rei. "I've signed you in. Please take a seat until your name is called. Oh, and could you return your Pokemon to your Pokeballs, please?"
Rei nodded, taking out two Pokeballs without another word. Both the Pichu and the Caterpie disappeared in respective flashes of red, and the trainer sat down in one of the hard yellow chairs without another word.
She stared at the white ceiling, starting to space out. She'd heard about the photography job, and realized it could be the perfect way to make money. The magazine, a popular trainer's magazine in the Kanto-Johto landmass (and associated subregions), wanted trainers (preferably in their teens or early twenties) to photograph their journies for a certain amount of time. It seemed easy enough - just take at least three pictures each day, compile them onto a disk each time you hit a city with a bit of explanation of each photo, and send the disk to the Saffron offices. Then you'd get a paycheck AND a limited press pass, allowing you to go a bit farther than the normal trainer.
It wasn't the first time they'd done something like this, or the first time she read the magazine. She knew they were also having trainers document their journies in words, sending out artists to paint what they saw, and trainers to conduct interviews with various people. Trainers were the easiest beginning journalists to recruit, since you didn't have to pay them too much (most of what they were "paid" with were services, like free nights and meals in Pokemon Centers), and they could explore all the knooks and crannies of the training regions to get all the information the companies wanted.
"Miss Kanto," an attendant called as she stepped into the lobby. Rei stood up, brushed a bit of white dust off of her dark blue jeans, and followed the woman into an interview room.
A good while later, she exited with a signed contract and a digital camera at the ready. Glancing down at her assignment, she quickly read about the area they wanted her to travel in.
The mountains west of Cianwood City, Johto Region, are largely unmarked and undocumented territory. We'd like you to travel on foot from Goldenrod City to Olivine City, then take a ship from Olivine City to Cianwood City. Be sure to document your travels to the Cianwood Mountains. The Johto-Kanto Rail bullet train ticket and ferry tickets are enclosed, and there is a set of camping gear for you to pick up in Cianwood City. You are to spend at least one month total in the mountains; if you need to send pictures, then you may go back to Cianwood temporarily or send them via a flying-type. Rei glazed over the rest of the details, as they were mostly trivial matters (boring to her, at least).
Rei yawned as she began her walk to the Johto-Kanto Rail station, vaguely wondering what her travels in uncharted Johto territory would be like.
((OOC: so yar, the plot-stuff will begin to take place in the travels to the mountains, then probably heat up when the group reaches the mountains themselves. You don't have to be another journalist-of-some-sort, though you can if you want to (you don't need to be one limited to the descriptions I gave, either, and you don't even have to work for the same magazine). So neh...I hope this sounds interesting!))
I can really get into this RP.))
My internet stopped letting me log into the forums - for awhile, I thought I'd been banned for something. >_