i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Breaktime
POSTED ON Jan 20, 2020 2:37:23 GMT
The sheep hesitated for a while then inched closer to the outstretched pokeball -- only to stop just short, withdraw, and hesitate again. It felt like the two sat like this for an hour. Out of boredom (or desperation) Bo started talking to the sheep. She started with a soft cooing to try enticing the little thing to take that one extra step that would put her nose right against the pokeball. But that didn't work. The few times Bo tried to discretely rock forward so the ball would bump into her nose, it was like the wooloo knew and she would withdraw at the same discrete rate. Then she branched out into having a full on conversation.
Bo had a lot to say about how everyone should know at least a little something when it came to taking care of their house. There were quite a few easy fixes to some of the things she'd been hired for lately. Perhaps Bo bored the wooloo enough to surrender because she was half-way through a sentence about Little Ms. McConnell and her crooked steps when the pokemon finally pressed her nose into the pokeball.
Just as the red light withdrew into the ball in her hand, yet another pokemon burst onto the scene. This time it was a growlithe. It landed with a surprising heft where the wooloo had just been. Flames licked it’s teeth but they were dying down -- Bo was watching the end of it’s unwittingly thwarted attempt to catch the female wooloo with a fire fang. But now, here she was again, with another pokemon separating her from her first wooloo. It looked like Bo’s luck had run dry: this pokemon snarled with aggression.
She backed up, throwing the new pokeball into her bag and rummaging for any other pokeball. She wrapped her fingers around a more familiar pokeball and prayed that it was Bucky. A click and red flash later and Burke, the sturdy wall of a pokemon, loomed over top the growlithe -- who, in response to the horse suddenly towering over him, began growling even louder and biting at his legs. She hadn’t exactly wanted the horse to get annoyed and stomp the poor dog into the ground but that’s what Burke did.
”No, Burke, stop!” She launched towards the pair and pushed on the ground type’s hind quarter. The Mudsdale whipped his tail in irritation but moved forward none-the-less. The growlithe half growled, half whined at her as she gave Burke another shove and knelt down beside him. ”C’mon, now. I can’t just leave you here like this. Quit it.” She huffed, pulling out her last safari ball and pressing it to the growlithe. She’d probably just pack the thing up in her bag if it tried to break free of the ball. While she waited to see if the capture took, she grabbed at the pokeball that contained her first capture and jammed it into her bag and recalled Burke.
tldr >> Attempt to catch
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