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Quinns Craptastic Journey!	By : PopRockz Category: Pokemon > General Views: 4217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The beginning of the end..
- 2-So close!..
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Sweet Arceus above why am I here? It's cold, my ears, nose and hands are numb. Why? It's the middle of fucking winter and there's snow up to my ankles and slowly filling my run down sneakers. The old Oak tree, which was planted in memorial of Samuel Oak years and years ago, was providing little shelter. The people around me weren't helping either, the constant chit-chat and chattering of teeth was getting on damn nerves. You may ask yourself, Quinn, they why are you here? Go home and cuddle up on your shredded couch and watch re-runs of Friends. Well I would expect this job is offering a shit load of cash to babysit some brats on their journey. Fun huh? One thing, I hate kids, so fucking annoying. Even though I can't stand the little fuckers 5,000 bucks a month can make this grumpy gal a happy camper. Arceus, I hope I don't get some spoiled brat or one who is afraid of their own shadow. Maybe Mew will bless me with a quiet one who does whatever I Tell the. Doubt it. The Gods have something against me. The wind began to pick up and I was getting tired of waiting. Where the hell is Professor Bonsai and why is he taking so long? I turned to some kid with a mohawk and gauges in his ears. Gross.

“Ay! Freakshow any idea what's the hold up?” The scowl that crossed his face made me chuckle. “What do I look like his keeper? Fuck if I know, probably getting it on with one of his assistants!” Professor Bonsai? Getting laid? Not exactly what I wanted to picture, although he is pretty hot. “Well thanks for nothing Freakshow.”

He snarled “Name's Ozzy, baby.” He pointed at himself “You're looking at the world's number one Trainer here. Hell, you should be honored I'm even talking to ya's.” Was this guy serious “Oh really? Well, it was nice talking to ya, Freakshow.”

“Hey! Wait, what's your name?..”

“Non'of of ya damn business.” I mocked his Boston accent. My body sulked back to the old memorial tree my body resting against the frozen bark. What felt like hours (45 minutes..) passed before the professor appeared in all his glory. The man was only twenty-five with a a head full of golden locks and eyes like crystal. Needless to say, the man gets around. He didn't have his usual smug face on but instead a look of pure annoyance and I soon found out why. Brats ranging from ages ten to fourteen all lined up from shortest to tallest. Christ! There must be twenty of them, sucks for Professor Bonsai. One of his assistants, a tall blond wearing a short lab coat handed him a microphone and shot him a wink. Only Professor Bonsai would hire the sluttiest assistants. The wolf calls and whistles were silenced by the Professor. Don't fuck with him women. “Everyone,” he said clearing his throat “I would like to thank all of you for applying for this program, I also apologize for taking so long.” Bout time I smirk. The rest of the speech was bleak and un-intresting so I tuned out examining a vibrant blue flower, how has it not wilted? Everything about it remained in perfect condition. Like a curious Meowth I found myself on my knee's plucking the flower. My hands caressed the delicate silky blue petals. Call me a sap but I happen to be a nature lover. “Didn't take ya as the flower picking type.”

My eyes rolled at Freakshow “Shud'up. Why hasn't it wilted? How can it be alive?” The question was burned into my brain. “You don't know? It's called the Eternal Rose or Forever Flower, it was discovered by some French lady a couple years back. Surprised ya found one, they're quite rare.” My brows knitted together at his flower knowledge and he seemed to catch on. “Whoa! Hey now, I ain't no flower picking faggot(I'm terribly sorry if this offends anyone, but know that I'm not like that, this just happens to be part of Ozzy's character...Again I apologize). “Never said you was. Now, go on.”

He scuffed “It's called the Forever Flower because it will never die. They say it has some connection to Mew or some bull crap like that.” My interest peeked I slipped the tiny flower into my coats pocket. The Professor must have finished his speech because he was now a signing brats. Great, here goes, will I have the displeasure of being stuck with? Let's just see...

“You there!” The Professor yelled motioning me forward. Oh great. My body pushed off the tree and my worn out sneakers trudged trough the snow. Oh as soon as I got that first check momma's treating herself to some high tops! “Yo,” I waved upon meeting “Sup professor B?”

“Name?”

“Quinn.”

“Lockwood?”

“Yes.”

He nodded scribbling off my name “Come,” he gestured “I'll show you to your group.” Group, that means more than one. Just fucking great! Bitterly I followed Proffesor Bonsai inside, at least it was warm. “How many?” I ask with sourness coating my voice. “Two, a boy and girl. The boys name is Stanley, he's twelve and the girls name is Clementine, she's eleven.”

“Clementine? What a stupid name.”

“Now, now, now Ms. Lockwood I expect you to treat your group kindly. After all, you're to make sure no harms falls over them, being an experienced trainer.”

“Whatev's.”

After hours (25 maybe thirty seconds..) we reached the waiting room. A girl with brown pigtails and a white trucker hat (TOTTALY WAS NOT INSPIRED FROM CLEMENTINE OFF THE WALKING DEAD GAME! DON'T BE RIDICULOUS...She's so effing adorable!). She was playing with the sleeves of her oversized puffy pink coat and kicking her brown fluffy snow boots back and forth. She glanced at me and then back down at her boots. Oh great, the quiet and shy type, a lethal combination. Sitting next to her with his nose shoved into a gameboy was the by, his hair was a mess of red curls and his face was splattered with freckles. The boy was wearing a dark green hoodie and jeans. “Children,” the Professor cleared his throat “I'd like you to meet Quinn. She will be your Guardian from here on out.”

“Her?” brat two scuffed “She doesn't even look like a trainer!”

“Why you little-!”

“Easy there, Quinn. Stanley I expect you to be respectful towards Quinn. Don't make me regret giving you a pokemon.” The mumbled some incoherent words and bowed his head in apology. Fucking smart mouthed! UGH! I fucking hate kids, this money better be worth it.. “Why don't you two go grab your supplies? I need a moment with Ms. Lockwood.”

“OK Professor!” The brats yelled running off to Arceus knows where. “So..what do you think?”

I Gave him the old 'Are you fucking stupid?' look and he sighed. “What if I wired extra money to you each month? Let's say, 2,000 extra?”

“5,000 and I'll keep 6,000 for myself and split 4,000 between the brats.”

“Deal.” he grinned “Soo...How old are you?”

“Are you seriously hitting on me?...”

“Just a simple question, darling.”

By that smirk on his face I could tell it was no 'simple' question. “Nineteen..” The smirk grows bigger. If he thinks I'm some tramp that's going to crawl in bed with him, he's got another thing coming. Sure, he's hot an all, but I am NO bimbo. “You're joking right?” He chuckled “Just having some fun.” Fun? What exactly is his idea of fun? “Excuse me?”

Professor Bonsai grinned “Has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful eyes?” Beautiful? My eyes? “There brown. The color of shit. Yea, so beautiful.” The Professor laughed walking forward “Humor in a girl is a plus quality.”

“Listen here buddy-”

“READY!” Stanley yelled, a backpack that looked the size of him strapped to his back, while Clementine had a much smaller one. Her eyes were still focused on the ground like it was the most magnificent thing in the world. “Alright,” I huffed “Here's the plan, since someone took to long, it's too late to head out. Nighttime equals danger. Kapeesh?”

“No way! My pokemon could defend us.”

My eyes narrowed “Your pokemon are only babies, if we got into a serious situation do you know what would happen?..” The two rookie trainers crossed confused looks. “They'd be killed. Dead. Never to see again, because YOU wouldn't listen.” The sick looks on their faces was both pleasing and rewarding. Maybe this would be fun. “Quinn,” Professor scolded “Don't make me punish you...” The kids were to young to understand the tone in his voice, but me I knew ALL to well. “...Pervert...” I hissed lowly. “Let's go, we'll crash at my place for the night. Tomorrow we will figure out a gameplan.”

“OK.” Brat one and two agreed following like obedient puppies. Maybe I could make them my person slaves? Oh goodie! This journey just got a lot more interesting..
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