Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 9:16:13 GMT
"EXCUSE ME, COMING THROUGH!" He yells, shoving aside anyone who was too stupid or slow to listen to him. He blitzed right through the small town, running as quickly as his legs could carry him, not daring to look back in case he might bump into somebody else.
Of course, he just had make a commotion. Usually he's a lot slicker than this, getting things without being caught, or at least he likes to think that way. Getting a pokemon from Birch's lab? Should have been easy peasy, he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for some pesky trainers and their stupid pokemon. As it was, he had felt too confident, that there was no one in this little town that would have cared if a pokeball or two went missing, and had been a little less careful than he normally would have been. A couple of trainers spotted him, stupidly yelled at him before he could take another pokeball, which had Azel bolting away.
He wasn't that worried, the trainers were amateurs as far as he was concerned, sitting high and pretty on their Ponytas and giving chase to a little thief.
Azel weaved through the crowd, taking a scarf from a particularly busty lady, and a hat from a disgruntled gentleman as he heard more useless yells of STOP. He turns a sharp corner, wrapping the scarf around his neck and putting on the hat as he grinds to a halt, assuming a more leisure pace. The two trainers come rushing through, paying no heed to his disguise. It's only when they've turned yet another corner does he laugh and cackle at their stupidity, casting aside the disguise for their owners to pick up later.
He whistles, holding up the Pokeball to examine it. Well, at least it wasn't all for nothing.
Of course, he just had make a commotion. Usually he's a lot slicker than this, getting things without being caught, or at least he likes to think that way. Getting a pokemon from Birch's lab? Should have been easy peasy, he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for some pesky trainers and their stupid pokemon. As it was, he had felt too confident, that there was no one in this little town that would have cared if a pokeball or two went missing, and had been a little less careful than he normally would have been. A couple of trainers spotted him, stupidly yelled at him before he could take another pokeball, which had Azel bolting away.
He wasn't that worried, the trainers were amateurs as far as he was concerned, sitting high and pretty on their Ponytas and giving chase to a little thief.
Azel weaved through the crowd, taking a scarf from a particularly busty lady, and a hat from a disgruntled gentleman as he heard more useless yells of STOP. He turns a sharp corner, wrapping the scarf around his neck and putting on the hat as he grinds to a halt, assuming a more leisure pace. The two trainers come rushing through, paying no heed to his disguise. It's only when they've turned yet another corner does he laugh and cackle at their stupidity, casting aside the disguise for their owners to pick up later.
He whistles, holding up the Pokeball to examine it. Well, at least it wasn't all for nothing.
