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Post by MissingNo. on Apr 1, 2014 0:04:49 GMT -5
Early morning, and it rather rather desolate. MissingNo never really had understood the requirement of sleep people needed. Couldn't they just store information for analysis later? This often left him alone in the silence of late evening and the weak hours of the morning, when barely anyone was up. Of course, there were always the exceptions, and the virus had interest in that, but it was rather boring. That always spelt out trouble. Although he had been able to refrain from damaging anything yet, it was evident by his restless shifting that wasn't too far off. He knew that breaking things was bad but sometimes the pokemon had trouble recalling social norms - that everyone didn't generally like to have their desks precariously stacked together, or coffee mugs glued to the wall. Of course, their reactions were hilarious - he knew that for certain, but at the moment, MissingNo was having trouble thinking up vaguely mean pranks to pull.
Well if he had nothing productive to do, there was little point in keeping up his physical formation. It merely tired him faster, and he supposed he should save charge. Although it wasn't much of a both to recharge the vessel of a phone, it was better not to have to do so often. Fluctuating, his form would pixellate, shivering into the normal mass of coloured pixels, a shapeless weird creature, before a small, off-key blip sounded from the phone, and the shapeless mass would contract, disappearing quickly inside the dark screen. It immediately lit up, an absent denial of the dark.
Although it appeared rather inanimate, excluding the somewhat flickering screen, MissingNo was scanning the network via his vessel's wireless signal. Was anyone online at this early hour? Usually there was someone he could bother. Scanning image database, he selected what was marked as 'amusing' which he noted depicted a picture of a noctowl sporting a fancy hair-style and monocle (the caption 'quite really' spanning across) and proceeded to set it as the default desktop background. There. Now he just had to wait and see if anyone noticed...
Mischief complete, he would form again, but didn't go as far as to properly place the human appearance. Not everyone was used to the glitch, and his normal appearance even less. Calmly hovering, a relatively eerie leer as default, frozen expression. No cheat codes here...
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Post by Jacqueline "Jackie" Kennedy on Apr 10, 2014 1:10:06 GMT -5
It was early.
Jackie didn’t like early
An Emolga named Evangeline, calling out in its sleep, had awoken her; its little paw had delivered a brief burst of electricity to the sleeping figure. Falling asleep again instantly, the bright sparks fading into nothingness, the tiny mammal was not bothered in the least. The Pokemorph was badly inconvenienced.
Beside it, upon the bed, were two pieces of electronics: a phone and an old radio. The former was nothing more than a cheap resource for emergencies. The little satellite dish in its upper right corner, flickering in the dark, danced between receptive and inactive. The background rippled and changed. The radio, quietly buzzing with irritation, remained close to the hip of its master. None of these noises awoke the tiny rodent. It continued to mutter about its nightmares, dreams, and future books. Jacqueline, turning over again, found herself staring upward. One twitching hand, which had its silhouette marred by seemingly random explosions of steel and fanciful twists of other metals.
The room was boring. White walls. White ceilings. The bed was white. The desk was white. The figures sprawled upon the bed were the only patches of color. Gold, black, violet, and the bright pink of some silken pajamas. Metal glimmered in the moonlight streaming through the window. Yellow hair spread across the pillows beneath a head. Purple eyes, which glowed like candlelight, stared blankly up at the ceiling. “E….E….E…va……” The radio gave a ghostly wail. Childish impulses urged the young woman to tug the rotten little rodent into wakefulness. Instead, besides a twitching paw, nothing came of the matter. “E…e…v…va….angeline..” The static was louder this time. Purple eyes narrowed irritably. She could not sleep. A frustrated hand slammed into the padded headboard of the bed. What if she had needed help? Stupid rat. Suddenly, the irritation disappearing, a glow appeared in those eyes. It was whimsical and naughty—it was the expression of a child about to send a hand into the cookie jar. The covers were thrown off. The phone picked up by cold and marble-like fingers, Lastly, the radio clumsily scooped into her fingers, Jacqueline staggered away. “B…bye..” The sniper felt her lips twitch. A smirk had appeared—the threads holding her jaw shut dug deeper.
The Raging Charizard, once the domain of Jacqueline Kennedy, was open all of the night. With the nurse asleep, neglecting her duties, the bar was just a short walk away. Pretty men were around this late—drunken men. Men who did not care if a finger or foot fell off. The clock above her bed gave a quiet tick. The noise was deafening in the dark. Head tilting to follow the second hand, seemingly distracted by it, the ghost-type seemed strangely off-beat. Finally, managing to remember her task, the door was pulled open.
Tap tap! Her feet, which were also filled with random bits of metal, echoed in the hallway. An odd noise from the phone caught her ears. Dropping her head slowly, staring at the blinking screen, the ghost-type Pokemorph blinked. “O…o…wl…..r…really..” Was this the sort of thing Evangeline put on her phone> Pouting lips, which had hoped for something more interesting, pushed tighter together. “….oh..E…E…E…va…” Turning, which was a complicated process and balancing act, reached toward the handle. The lock turned in place. “…s..sleep tight.” The woman lifted her head.
The sounds of the bar were audible.
Jacqueline Kennedy, in her odd shambling gait, tried to run towards them. The fact that the desktop might have moved, or winked, had been lost on her. The tiny phone remained in her nands. The squirrel could sleep if it wanted. How did Evangeline like being a prisoner? “Hehehe..” The laughter came through surprisingly clear.
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