MEME: Pocket Monsters!

[leadergreen]

TURN OUT YOUR POCKETS MEME



Every character carries junk in the pockets of their jeans, bags, aprons, afros, and so on—keys, wallets, poke balls, bits of fluff, whatever! What's in your character's pockets (or messenger bag, backpack, cape, etc.)? Dump it out and let's take a look!

1. Your character dumps out whatever they've got in their pockets for everyone to see, no matter how embarrassing, incriminating, or weird.
2. Other characters gawk, admire, and/or mock them for it.
3. CR and fun are had by all!

If you're not already a member of pokedrifting (one of us!), please consider throwing your character(s) into our awesome RPing comm! Our DR is awesome. :)

artist credit.

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[futureprofessor]

[Well, her skirt doesn't have pockets, so let's turn out her bag!

Pokédex, team Pokéballs, empty balls, berries, Unova map, case of badges, a couple of healing items and other misc trainer items.

An orange notebook and pen, half a chocolate, some mints, a white handkerchief with her initials, keys with an Emolga keychain, a mirror shaped like a Solosis with a comb, a bottle of perfume, one of Shauntal's novels (a dog-ear shows she's read only two chapters), some brochures from different Unova cities, a pink (with flowers) wallet that has: a picture of the incredible foursome, some money, and tickets from any place she has visited in her journey and her trainer card.]

[redonmyhands]

Aren't you young for perfume?

[He accidently sets it off, cringing at the smell.]

[futureprofessor]

I didn't know there was a right age for smelling nice. [She giggles at his accident.]

[redonmyhands]

[He glares at her in embarassment, inspecting the bottle with more care.]

There isn't. Perfume is more for the mature however.

[futureprofessor]

What you're saying doesn't make any sense. If there isn't an age, why is it for the mature?

[redonmyhands]

Well you don't have to be older to be mature.

[Points to the Spoink.]

He's young but he acts like an adult. A boring one at that. A curmudgeon. [Cough.]

[futureprofessor]

Well, smelling nice doesn't have anything to do with how you think either...

[Finally notices the Spoink, crouches in front of him.] Aww, hi there! Aren't you cute!

[redonmyhands]

[Red is the only one with pockets, but he starts off with his cap, unveiling concealed beef jerky in the rims. His fingers tear more holes than there are already in his front pockets, first pulling out bits of what looks like parchment. It looks like they have been folded and ripped repeatedly to fit into the pants. They appear to all fit together upon closer inspection.

Turning out his back pockets we see a red bandana, a fishing hook, a half eaten strawberry cereal bar, and a fake diamond studded red Munna cellphone strap. The cellphone strap is wrapped in the bandana, and is in very good condition.

The pigs on the other hand do not have pockets, but Swinub has fur!

Swinub shakes off his fur, the first thing to drop are several small hard candies and sugar cubes. A couple spoiled Cheri berries spill out with one cat eye marble. Three other Munna cellphone straps of blue, yellow, and green are also present.]

[backtonature]

[Ack, but emptying the rucksack is a paaiin.

Gold sorts out his farm essentials: a sickle, hoe, Drowzee watering can, brush, milker, clippers, fishing rod, bundles of fodder, bird feed, and a hammer. Smaller pockets are filled with plastic gloves and bags of turnip, potato, and strawberry seeds.

He also has a pouch of berries, medicine, bread, edible mushrooms, broken pieces of ore, herbs, colorful bracelets, earrings of unusual design, brush, an anklet, small pair of scissors, a spool of black yarn, tweezers, foundation, a spray that smells of apples, necklaces, a pair of boxers or shorts? with mermaids, pens spilling ink onto sheets of music (for a piano), and a blue feather.

He has a lot of coins in his wallet, folded notes to himself, identification cards where he's beaming, gum, tickets from the past (mostly for the festival close to home), three dried daisies, one photobooth picture of him and Kris, another with Lyra.

His keys is packed more with keychains than keys. A three dimensional Skitty head keychain, Shinx keyholder, Vanillite keyholder, a pink and mint star keychain, one that says 'Playgirl', and a square leather piece that is carved with a letter G.]

[leadergreen]

[There's so much stuff.

Green flicks the keys into the air and catches them, looking closer at the keychains.]

Playgirl, huh.

1/2

[backtonature]

[There's plenty of room.

He looks up to see what Green is referring to.]

...

2/2

[backtonature]

[For a second he seems visibly upset. However he lightens up when he notices things about Green...]

Someone I know thought it suit me.

[tarnishedgalosh]

[Silver has decided it is time to clean out the inside of his hiking bag. He starts by empting out the outside pockets, removing two bottles of water, a small stash of Pokéballs, a bundle of tent stakes, and a resealable bag full of dried nuts and berries. He then opens up the top of the bag, pulling out a blanket and laying it on the ground. He moves the other objects onto the blanket, and then starts to lift out objects one by one. A spare set of clothes, a bundle of fabric, a slim badge case, more dried fruits, a half a loaf of bread.

Near the bottom of his bag, he pauses for a moment and looks around the woods. He listens; other than the cries of bird Pokémon and the occasional rustle of leaves, he hears nothing. From his bag, he removes a wooden lock-box, old dark wood with two strips of metal over the top extending from the hinges. He puts it down on the blanket, and carefully arranges the clothes and fabric over it, concealing it.

Next he upturns the bag onto an empty stretch of blanket and shakes it a few times. On the blanket are coins, various scraps of paper, a pen, a small sewing kit, a few stray nuts and sunflower seeds, and a broken Pokéball. He starts sorting through the papers to see if any of them are useful.]

[backtonature]

I didn't know you liked to sew.

[Gold is crouched next to the blanket, inspecting the kit with his eyes.]

[tarnishedgalosh]

How'd you...

[Silver shrugs and starts crumpling papers into the broken Pokéball.]

I don't like buying new clothes.

[He looks at Gold, and then at his pile of things, rustling his bag some without actually cleaning anything. He cocks his head upward, into the trees.]

What are you doing out here?

[backtonature]

..That sounds like you.

But buying new clothes is always fun!

[Seeing how you didn't snap at him right away, he picks up the kit, opening it up carefully.]

I was going to ask you the same thing.

[tarnishedgalosh]

I don't like change. I don't have room to carry more clothes, anyway. Why are you touching that?

[He stares at Gold and shakes his head, fidgeting with one of the straps on his bag.]

Do you need to mend something, or just to touch things that aren't yours?

[He shoves some more paper into the Pokéball and then closes it, the latch clicking but only half-catching. He puts it in one of the side pockets of his bag and zips that pocket closed.]

I'm --- My Pokémon and I. We're training. And sometimes battling for money. ...You didn't come to challenge me, did you?

[backtonature]

Calm down, calm down.

[He shuts it promptly, snickering at Silver as he returns the piece to its place.]

Well I got a hole in the back of my shorts.

[Gold turns around, revealing a big hole that also goes through the pocket. He shows it long enough that you can see his boxers are a forest green.

Ugh, not this again.]

Look I'm not trying to compete or fight with you. I'm just doing my job.

[backtonature]

Calm down, calm down.

[He snickers a little, then sighs as he returns the kit to its original place.]

Well I don't know where I got this hole from in my shorts.

[Gold turns around, revealing a hole that also rips into the back pocket. He shows Silver long enough to tell that his boxers are a forest green.

Not this again. He shakes his head, crossing his arms.]

Noo, I'm not trying to compete or challenge you. I'm living life, doing my job alright?

[shadow_ballin]

*Mewtwo glances around himself, then dumps out the contents from within his cloak, taking a moment to size up his current supplies. There are a bunch of different berries - mostly Leppa and Sitrus berries. And a few full-heal sprays. Nothing embarrassing, one might think?*

[quietfortitude]

[Dropping a ribbon, a pokedex, some sort of hinky looking machine (a voice box?), berries, lint, random coins, his pokeballs, a tiny knife and pikachu wood carving, candy, more candy--


Ash, how do you even fit everything into your pockets. He grins nervously and shrugs. Telepathically]

My pockets really aren't this messy normally.

[shadow_ballin]

*Telepathy. A human is using telepathy. Mewtwo tries not to react much beyond, well, looking up at the-- wait, Ash?! Okay. He makes himself calm quickly from his surprise.*

~...It's been awhile.~

*Social skills; maintaining the current conversation. How do you use them?*

[quietfortitude]

[he looks surprised for a moment and then grins. Now there's a pokemon he's always happy to see (he's always happy to see everyone though)]

Mewtwo! How you've been?

[Ash has some. More than enough for the both of them at least]

/attempting to sleep. progress is slow.

[shadow_ballin]

~I've been well.~

*He starts tidying up his supplies - telekinetically, since three bulbed fingers aren't always the most delicate things.*

~As I recall last we met, you didn't have telepathy. How have you fared since then?~ *He sounds surprised, but his mouth curves up in a small smile. The new bit of information pleases him greatly. It's yet another thing that they have in common.*

Re: /attempting to sleep. progress is slow.

[quietfortitude]

That's good to hear.

[he sits down and tries to figure out what he needs and what he doesn't. Offering Pikachu a berry]

Huh...since then?

[lets see, he got mauled a couple of times, was experimented on by a bunch of deranged scientists, got thrown around various worlds, made a bunch of new friends and now]

Things have been interesting. I lost my voice but I got this [tapping his forehead] instead. It's not as strong as yours though. And I've made lots of new friends. So I guess I can say I've been good