'Brock' Rhymes With 'Rock'
Intro - Read First
Before reading this, just keep in mind that the chapters are frequent and really short. REALLY short. I find it hard to keep attention to long chapters, and I myself also find it more fun to simply update more frequently. I understand that this violates Rule 1 of the Writing Corner Rules and Guidelines, but pleas give this a chance. I will update this twice weekly if not more with solid content that will keep this thread fresh.
With that, The story begins.
Chapter One
Deep in the depths of Kanto...in a magical place called Viridian City... a figure crouches in the shrubs. He peers over the leaves into the glossy glass doors of the Pokemon Center. To most newbie Pokemon trainers passing by this common landmark, its just another Pokemon Center. Trainers go in, night and day to care for their injured Pokemon. But today it is different. Today it is a journey much different from most trainers. Today it is a journey backed not by the thrill of a Pokemon battle, but a journey fueled by the passion of love.
The figure reaches into his pocket and produses a simple, smudged PokeBall. He opens it relatively silently and out pops a quite grumpy looking Geodude.
"Alright Geodude, you can do this! Sneak in there for me!"
"Geodude."
"Please!?!"
"Geodude."
-_-
Discouraged and rejected by his own Pokemon, the young man venturs onwards through the bushes alone. Some trainers look towards him curiously when passing into the center. Could they see him!? No. They must have been simply admiring the beautifully pampered bushes. That must be it. The young man continued his squatted approach.
"Just one peek.."
The whole plan was just genius. Sneak to the front of the automated and lit glass doors of a 24-hour center in broad daylight and 'peek' through. No one would notice. It was flawless.
The young man continues. He then amazingly (yes amazingly) trips on the only rock in sight.
"Ughh!"
"Geodude." - nice one Geodude.
The glass doors of the Pokemon Center shatter from the impact of the young man's head. They shatter like the fragile dreams of a young Gym Leader and his search for love.
They shatter like his heart when he sees a perfectly PO'd Nurse Joy standing over him, arms folded.
"This is the third time this week, Brock!"
Chapter Two