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Open Legend of the Stone Tablet

[There. It's lunch time so your characters should either be on the deck hanging out and eating, somewhere else eating, or just milling around the ship somewhere. Bear in mind that these are trainers who have yet to go on journies or had to postphone their journies due to the reasons mentioned in your sign-ups. The first post has all the accepted characters thus far, for easy refrence.]
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[That doesn't describe a trainer-to-be. Also, spelling mistakes underlined >.> Sorry, but it HAS been bugging me that you expect quality from us when you keep on making a TON of spelling mistakes, Jason-Kun]
 
Well, that was a disappointment.
She scribbled Don't we all... don't we all. Unfortunately, I can't actually say so. Or laugh. Or anything. You lucky... Well, sorry. I'm just bored and feel like bothering somebody. onto the back of the paper, along with a anime-ish drawing of herself with duct tape over her mouth, crumpled it up into a ball, and threw it back.
 
Ashley, with her salad in her hand, sat down at a table on the deck. She glanced at the ocean and sighed. Ashley loved the ocean, it was so peaceful and beautiful. She took a big bite out of her salad. She frowned, and added a bit more dressing to it, then took another bite. Much better! she thought. I can't wait until we get to the island!
 
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[Waitwaitwait, then WHY have us choose random numbers to decide our Pokemon, if we can already HAVE them due to being trainers?]
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[I never said they'd have them from their journeys, just that they put the journies on hold, so logically they'd have most likely left their Pokemon at home. Sorry for not clearing that up. Also Blastoise428 I never accepted you. For posting, you are automaticly denied from this roleplay.]

Staring at the sky from his table the boy, Jason, slid his hands into his pockets. The remains of a glass of Miltank milk and a fried Torchic wing lay on his plate. With a mutter of impatience, wheeled his wheelchair from underneath the table. Wheeling around, he began to push the chair towards the line, money snuggled in his lap.
 
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Vendetta strummed the custom bass. It was a family heirloom, belonging to his grandfather, Miror B. Miror had handcrafted it himself and passed it on to Vendetta's father, who hated music and passed it on to Vendetta. Vendetta himself had customised it and built the comcaster between the pickups. Luckily it was off and wouldn't interfere with any nearby Pokémon.
 
Tala sighed, picked up the ball and read it, before raising an eyebrow. Giving the girl a "What do I care?" look, she threw it back, crossed her arms and studiously ignored the world. If only it was dark. Nice and dark, with no one else around, and just the moon on the water... The mute girl could bother someone else. Tala didn't care about being sympathetic; the other girl could write what she wanted to say, right? While Tala was stuck with people trying to befriend her, no matter how often she tried to avoid them. They're all liars. Maybe ignoring the notebook-girl's next attempt would get her to give up?
 
(( Wow I'm really late. I was busy yesterday and couldn't post X_X ))

Stefan looked around. He had woken up late and was in the empty cabin with the sun peeking in through the windows. Looking at the clock he had set up for the trip on the boat he noticed the time.
"1:30!? Lunch is almost over with!" he said scrambling out of bed nearly knocking himself out with the bed stand. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a black tank-top he ran out bare foot into the sun.
"Bad idea!" he mumbled to himself as the bright sun came into contact with him causing him to shield his eyes to see clearly. Picking up some lunch he sat out on the deck where he noticed quite a few hot looking guys.
I wonder what his name is. he thought to himself as he spotted a small looking boy. He has to be one of the younger kinds. No reason not to make new friends.
Walking over to the boy he sat down and looked him in the eyes.
"Hey I'm Stefan. What's your name?" he said extending his mechanical (but hidden) arm out for a hand shake.
 
Aria yelped randomly, closing her book and stuffing it into her pack involuntarily. Embarrased, she blushed, looking away from the people and at the water. She wished that she could see a Slowpoke floating beside her... it was Psychic type, which was perfect for her, and also lived in the water, letting it make sense for it to be in the water. But all she could see was a Feebas fin.
 
Kinara smiled cheerfully back, being sarcastic. She was bored again. There was a boy playing a guitar or something. she remembered something, opened up a backpack, and pulled out her flute. She looked at the instrument and thought about hitting somebody with it. Instead, she grabbed a book and started reading.
When are we gonna get there? I'm freaking bored!
 
Yes, she left me alone! Finally. Tala relaxed. Now at least one person would know not to pester her like that... I hope I don't get a dorm with someone else. With my luck, though, I'll probably have the most annoying student ever. There was someone playing a bass; he was pretty good at it. Not that she cared, but if she just had to hear it without registering that there was someone playing it close by, she didn't feel that urge to leave. The wind on her face felt nice, driving away her worries for a moment; she didn't see much on the horizon except the vaguest glimpse of an island, so there was still some time before she was imprisoned at the school.

What does Mom know? I couldn't explain anything to her if I tried. She'd start analyzing me as if I was one of her patients. Leaning forward, she studiously ignored the horizon, looking down on the Goldeen, Seaking and Tentacool that occasionally came close to the surface. "I can't believe them..."
 
(I'm so late! :o I had a sleepover to throw~)

Xackori stared out at the water below her, while eating a PB&J sandwich. "The water's so pretty...Not that I really wanna have nuch to do with it out here..." She noted,thinking of how her experience would be with the water, her, and the ship. She shuddered. "Not my thing. Not at all."

I wonder how this school's gonna be. Why'd you hafta send me, sis? Why? She hoped that she wouldn't be mad at the world because her sister did this to her. She didn't want to get off on the wrong foot atthis school. She shrugged it off, put on her headphones, and that was that.
 
Too late to join?
Name: Mystari(Mysti) Allyssa Endris
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Apperance: She is tall for her age, and has long curly blonde hair. She has sparkling pool-blue eyes that seem to reflect the sunlight. She is a little tan,and her fingernails are always a different color every day.

As for her clothes, she absolutely adores Mew, so her shirt is white with pink sleeves, collar and trimming and has a Mew in a bubble on the front. She usually wears jeans and her shoes are white and blue.
Personality: Very nice and playful, but also shy. Will appear out of the mist. Loves to eat and swim, but hates doing physical work. She is also very smart (This is my personality!)
Quirks: The ability to talk to Pokemon.(A Pokemon version of Dr. Doolittle!)
Flaw: Cannot control her emotions and cries a lot.
Number:163
Trainer Type: She loves all Pokemon!
Letter of Recommendation: In the eyes of other people, she is a nobody. She is a whiny-baby and is easy to pick on. But she's sweet. She helps even those who hurt her.
Dorm Number:4
 
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Eric sighed as he went out on the deck. He always loved water. Water, water, water. In fact, I have always hoped for my first Pokemon to be a Totodile. Totodile's are funny. Rubber Torchics are also funny. I wonder what's for dinner? Wh-...Damned ADHD... Eric thought to himself as he finally snapped out of it. He then realized that he was hanging off the edge of the boat

"...FUCK! HELP!" He screamed, dangling by his foot. A nearby Seel popped up and started clapping its hands. "Seel! Seel! Seel!"

"Yeah, you keep that up and I will be having Seel for dinner, buddy," Eric threatened the Ice-Type. It dived back into the water, taking the threat to heart
 
Jason stared as two girls tossed a paper back ad forth. How old are these kids? They can't be that old, playing around like this, he thought to himself. As he started to wheel towards the one girl who was leaning on the railing, he sharp screech filled the air of the quiet boat. Afer abut a minute, the screech stopped and a voice came on the loudspeakers. "Students and staff, please com resume seating. We will be arriving on Fullmoon Island in five minutes. I repeat, we will be arriving on Fullmoon Island so please take your seats," a feminine voice spoke over the loudspeaker. A clicking sound could be heard as the speaker shut off the loudspeaker. With a sigh, Jason wheeled over to the ramp for those students who needed wheelchairs.

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The cool wind ruffled Jason's long, black hair as he wheeled his way off the boat. Clothing ruffled in the wind as he held his hands above his eyes, staring up at the sun. A loud voice could be heard, calling over to the new students. "Ye should be very careful of what lurketh withing the school, mateys. There is mystery afoot and it isn't pretty, arr ya scared?" the voice bellowed. Looking over to his left, Jason noticed the woman who could be seen sitting on a large, black bird with it's white underbelly showing. The Pokemon,a Swellow, floated witlessly through the breeze.

The woman who sat crosslegged on the Swellow surveyed the students. Which ones of this group are the seven? We do this every year and it's been said that never once have the ones we suspected been right. I hope this year is different, she thought. Blond hair tied in a ponytail that fell to her waist swung endlessy though the air, forest green eyes looking the students over. Skin the color of deep chocolate glistened in the afternoon sun. A small white labcoat hung over her broad shoulders, a red sleeveless shirt hanging over her body. An emerald miniskirt completed the outfit as she began her introduction.

" My names Professor Elm, not to be confused with the Elm of Johto. I will be one of the ones helping you get initiated into the school. I teach Legends and Myths so those of you who hope to be a Professor of one of the existing regions or any region that may be founded in your lifeime will be in my class. Please take out your coin with the number you were assigned and follow me into the forest," she finished as the Swellow began to fly slowly though the forest.

Reaching into his pocket, Jason pulled out a dark red coin. The number "4" could be seen carved into it, along with a picture of a small, orange lizard with a yellow underbell, Charmander. Turning the coin over in his hands, he felt the back. A warm feeling radiated from the center of the coin. On this side of the coin a picture of what looked like Mew could be seen carved into the coin. Figures. Mew is the school's mascot after all, Jason thought to himself before wheeling after Professor Elm and the rest of the students.
 
Tala wanted to scream. No! Not so soon. This can't be happening... Obediently taking a seat, she scowled at the air until they ere told to get off. Now very pissed off, she dug her coin - engraved with the figure of a Dratini - out of her pocket, glowered at it and slowly followed the rest of the group. At least they have a nice forest. Nice, big enough for me to sit in if I ever have the chance to get away from all these people. Not much chance of that happening, though. Silence was her best option right now. If she said nothing and kept as distant as possible, she could survive the first few days. Unless I get a dorm with someone who wants to make friends with everyone. Trying not to show her disgust, she scanned the group once and slowed down until she was near the tail, close to someone on a wheelchair. Arms crossing, she did her best to edge as far back as possible without actually falling behind the group.
 
Rafael stepped into the lunchroom, averting his eyes and staring at a bagel he was eating. He absentmindedly thought about a horde of Cacnea, and sat nibbling.
 
(A bit harsh, hm? Though if you do have to go, I'd suggest refraining from posting until you have time, and then catching up with a longer one. But if you really want to leave...)
 
Stefan noticed his lunch mate dangling over the rail. Jumping up he grabbed the boy and pulled him over the ledge. Of course he didn't ignore the thought of how skinny and pale this little beauty was but he pushed it to the back so not to drop and kill the kid.
"Hey man we are gonna miss the big event. I'll give you a lift if you want. Hop on." Stefan said as he bent down making sure the kid could jump on his back.
 
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