siarachan

IGN: Siarachan and LadySiara (pm me is ok^^)

Favorite Pokemon: Misdreavus!

In team GRCE<3

Siarachan's Eevee Shoppe:

https://forums.pokemmo.eu/index.php?/topic/45625-siarachans-eevee-shoppe/

Art:

I make my own siggies ;D

Artist: vaporeon123 <3

Pokemmo stories I've written:

"Lady Luck"

Siara wrung the sweat from her palms. One. Two. Three. Pull. Pull. Pull. It always went this way--Insert coins, pull. Repeat until penniless. She bit her lip. Down to her last few coins. Again.

 

Team Rocket had rigged these slots, she was sure of it. She couldn't prove it of course--but it was so addicting; The lights, the sounds, the promise of riches untold.

 

One coin at a time. Click. "A seven," she thought, "Deep breaths now. Pull the lever again, girl."

 

Click. "A Psyduck? No way!!!"

 

"Shhh," scolded the nearby patrons.

 

She shrunk in her seat. One last coin. Her hand trembled before pulling the lever-- No. She needed something different. She needed a change of--Of course! She ripped open her bag and dug for her Lucky Egg. She rubbed it, chanting, "Numi, numi, numi." She was feeling luckier already. Numbers flashed in her head. The same thing happened when she was winning a duel.

 

She glanced around. No security cameras, and the attendants look glassy-eyed. In fact, half of the patrons did, too. She coughed out, "Blissey, I choose you," and quietly dropped a Safari Ball to the floor.

 

"Blissey!" it exclaimed, happy and noisy as could be. "Blissey!!!"

 

"Shhhh!" Sia tried to cover its mouth. Everyone looked her way. She threw up her hands and blurted, "Dropped my Pokeball! Silly me!" As she pretended to shuffle things back into her handbag, they lost interest. "I need you to pull the lever, Blissey," she whispered, "can you do that?"

 

"Blissey?" it whispered back, confused as a Spinda.

 

Sia rolled up her sleeves. It was up to her now. She bumped Blissey hard and it stumbled into the lever. Click! "Seven, yes!" She was pumped. So pumped. "Double-punch combo!" Blissey took it like a champ. Click, click! "Triple sevens, oh my Arceus," she exclaimed, falling to her knees. The jackpot bell sounded. Pokeyen signs filled her eyes. Again! "One. Two. Three. Triple-punch combo!"

 

"BLISSEY! BLISSEY!!!" it wailed.

 

Click, click, click! Click, click, click!

 

Alarms blared, the fire sprinklers went off, and everyone that was not a glassy-eyed zombie beelined for the exit.

 

Meanwhile, a bruised and somewhat dizzy Blissey rubbed at its side. Sia snatched the Safari Ball. "Return," she said. Blissey vanished in a skitter of light.

 

Team Rocket rushed in through the far northeast wall with a gaggle of Wheezings, Arboks and Ratticates in tow. But to their amazement, she vanished.

 

"They'll never find me in channel eight. Hue hue hue." Giddy, she ran next door. So many things she could exchange for. So many things. TMs? New hats? No. A Mysery Box! Maybe it'll have lots of TMs, she thought.

 

"HELLO-MISS-WOULD-YOU-LIKE-TO-EXCHANGE-YOUR-COINS-HERE?"

 

There was something fishy about the clerks in Celadon. But she digressed and pointed out the Mystery Package.

 

"HAVE-A-NICE-DAY. HUE. HUE."

 

She hugged the mystery box. Licked it. Hissed at people who walked too close by. "It's minesies!"

 

But before too long, Team Rocket showed up at the door. "Put that back, you didn't earn it," said one. Another cried, "Yeah, we're the only ones who get to cheat around here."

 

"Nonsense," countered Sia. "My Blissey won this fair and square."

 

"You're surrounded," said the leader. "You can't escape, little girl."

 

"THEY-ARE-RIGHT. PLEASE-RETURN-THE-PACKAGE. HUE. HUE."

 

Defiant, Sia pushed the button. Currency poured from the box like water bursting through a dam.

 

They were all carried outside the building in the torrent of money. For some reason the Team Rocket members went soaring off into space.

 

"People of Celadon," she announced atop her pile of moolah, "today I bring back the wealth in which Team Rocket has stolen. Today, I liberate you of a corrupt casino. Today, I bring you ... One-hundred-million dollars."

 

But no one heard her since she was on channel eight.

"A Joy-less Experience"

Siara stumbled through the electric eye and the Pokecenter door slid open. "Whew! What a battle," she said to no one in particular while wringing rainwater from her dress. "Aaand we totally need umbrellas." Her loud entrance elicited a few chuckles from the patrons, but not much else.

It was a bit crowded, but there was a dismal tone to this place. It needed some Siara-brand enthusiasm, she decided. Pointing across the room with gusto she said, "Nurse Joy, I need your help. This random uguu froze two of my Pokemon in battle--Two!"

Nurse Joy gave a blank stare. Siara was getting used to such stares from the service receptionists in Kanto, but this one was far more vacant than usual. None-the-less, she presented her six Pokeballs.

 

"Bliss!" said Blissey as it reached for her Pokemon, but Siara snatched them back.

 

"No, no," she scolded, "These are for Nurse Joy." The nurse continued to stare off into space. Siara waved her hand. "Nurse Joy? Hellooo?"

Finally, the nurse reached out with a pair of stretchy, rubbery arms ... and managed to drop every ball.

"Um, are you okay?" Sia asked as she went about gathering them up. Wait a minute, she thought. Those beady eyes, that derpy smile.

"Ditto! Ditto!" said the nurse.

Siara face-palmed. She felt embarrassed falling for such a trick, and tried to laugh it off. "Okay, whose idea--Is this a prank show or something?"

"Don't worry about it," said one of the elder patrons in the lounge, sipping a tea. "These other youngins are waiting on her too. The real Nurse Joy is over there." He gestured to the opposite wall. "Don't know what's wrong with her, though."

 

Sure enough, the real Nurse Joy was curled up, staring out a window.

"How long's she been like that?"

"Oh, few hours, I'd say."

Well, Siara could hardly stand around waiting. She rolled her sleeves and marched on over. "Excuse me," she said, poking the nurse's pink fluffy sleeve.

But Joy didn't even turn her head. "It's raining."

Siara blinked. "Uh, you want me to-?"

"It never used to rain like this," she sighed.

Siara set her Pokeballs on the windowsill, one-at-a-time. "Frozen, frozen, dead, burnt, poisoned, and dead. They need healed."

"Things are changing," said Joy. "The world's changing." The girl's eyes looked tired, sad.

Siara found herself removing her witch hat in earnest. "Don't they ever ... let you out?"

"Sometimes," said Nurse Joy, "when there's judging to be done. And other such events. I'd much rather travel the world like you," she added, "Maybe become a Pokemon Ranger. It's silly, I know."

"No, it's not silly. Just ... talk to your manager or something. Put in your two weeks. But for now these Pokemon need your services."

"You really care about your Pokemon, don't you?"

Siara nodded.

"Then why did you let them go for so long without using an Ice or Burn Heal? Or even an Antidote?"

"Those cost money, and time is money. So let's go-go-go!" But her trio of claps didn't rouse Nurse Joy at all.

"Go behind the counter and do it yourself."

The room grew quiet, save for the occasional roll of thunder and the pitter-pat of rain. To hear a Nurse Joy say such a thing.

"Alright. Fine." Siara hopped the counter and shoved Nurse Ditto aside. "How hard could this be anyway?" She started dropping the Pokeballs into the six moulded indentations.

"They need to be button-up," called Nurse Joy from across the room. "Once they're situated just right, pull the lid closed and press the switch."

"Okay, I get it--Bit like a copy machine, but with a little tune. Dee, dee, dee, doo-dee," Siara sang.

Nurse Joy shook her head. "Sadly, mine doesn't do the song. The manufacturer's manual says something about 'NYI'--Wait!"

"What?"

"Stand up tall and face me."

Sia was caught off-guard, but complied. Nurse Joy had this sudden sparkle in her eye. It was nice to see her happy again.

"Do you have a Blissey on your team?" The nurse held her fingers and thumbs in the shape of a frame.

"Um. Yes I do."

Joy stood up, excited. "Take out your hair please. Just for a second."

Had Nurse Joy gone mad? "I don't think so," protested Siara.

"Please?" she begged. "Please?"

Her eyes were so hopeful, it was hard to turn her down. "Well, I don't see the harm," she said. Sia took out her pigtails and a swell of dark purple hair with pink ends flowed down and settled mid-waist.

"Perfect! You're the same height. You've got the training. You've got the proper Poke-assistant."

"What are you saying?" asked Siara bluntly.

"Trade clothes with me."

"What?!?"

"Please! I want to adventure. Just for one day. Your eyes aren't the same color as mine, and we have to do up your hair, but everything else works! If my manager comes in, just keep your eyes closed and smile--and bow. Oh yes, you have to always smile--or one of my sisters might catch on and--oh--I'd hate to find out an Officer Jenny arrested you."

"This is crazy! Didn't you hear me say time is money?" Sia demanded.

"Oh come child," chided the old man.

"I forgot about you," said Siara flatly.

"This young Missy has saved you time and money nearly every day of her life. The least you can do is repay her with the rest of your evening." The other patrons nodded in agreement.

 

"But--but--...."

 

~#~

Several guilt trips later, Sia found herself upstairs, getting her hair dyed a festive pink. Nurse Joy was methodical,  pinning her hair just right for the nurse hat to sit atop her head.

"Let's go over a few things," Joy said over the sound of the blow-dryer.

"M'kay."

"You'll bow to greet each trainer. Sometimes they don't want healing, and sometimes they'll even ask you to heal their Pokemon twice in-a-row. I know that's weird, but--don't ask. You'll say, 'Would you like to rest your Pokemon?'."

"That's the most awkward sentence I've ever heard."

"I know ... but ... just trust me, okay? After you're done, you'll hand the Pokeballs back to them and say, 'We hope to see you again!' Got it? Bright, cheery smiles all around."

Siara hesitated, but acknowledged with a nod.

Their dresses fit each other well, so Sia slipped on the white tights, put on the regulation shoes, and with the apron tied and the nurse hat pinned on, the illusion was complete. Sia looked in the mirror and--save for her arguably evil red eyes--a Nurse Joy was staring back at her.

"Okay," said the true Nurse Joy, "Cross your arms over your waist, one hand over the other, close your eyes, and smile."

Siara did just that.

Joy couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just--If you can manage this for the next six hours or so, I'll be able to have a real adventure. This means so much to me. You have no idea."

"Well, it better," Siara sneered.

~#~

Seven hours of being Nurse Joy and it had become a mind-numbing experience. The monotony of moving the Pokeballs in and out of the machine was compounding with her aching back, and even her cheeks felt sore from all that smiling. "We hope to see you again!" she said more cheerily than was meant. What a sicko that boy was, pre-poisoning his Pokemon before matches like that.

Next in line was a wealthy man in a dark suit wearing sunglasses. "Would you like to rest your Pokemon?" she asked with all the enthusiasm she could muster.

"Where's your Blissey?" he asked. "It's store policy to have an assistant available at all times."

How could I forget?!? "Of course, sir." She bowed and kept her eyes closed tight. This guy must be the manager, she thought. Blissey should be the fifth Pokeball. One, two, three, four... . "Go Blissey!"

"Misdreavus!"

She pulled it back. "Sorry sir! Wrong one." Her Pokeballs had gotten all mixed up from earlier. She opened her eyes briefly to spot the Safari Ball, then closed them again. "Go Blissey!"

"Blissey!"

"That's all well and good, but where's Blissey's nurse hat?"

Siara bowed again. "I-ah-must have left it upstairs, sir."

"There's something different about you, Nurse Joy two-four-six."

Siara laughed innocently. Two-four-six? Did management really keep track of them like this?

"Do you have a cold?" he asked.

"Yes, so I should go home straight away, right?" she said with a hopeful smile.

"And leave the Pokecenter unoccupied?" He laughed. "Don't be silly. Just take it easy and let your assistant take over. That's what she's there for." He turned to leave.

She bowed. "Have a nice day, sir."

He stopped mid-stride and raised an eyebrow.

"W-we hope to see you again," she added hastily.

With that, he nodded and left. What an uguu.

"You're doing quite well," said the old patron. "I must say I'm impressed."

"Shove it old man. This is all your fault."

"It's alright. I know it's not easy being friendly all the time." He shook his head, laughed, then continued sipping his infinite tea.

A familiar boy came running in. This was his eighteenth visit or so. "The elite four whipped me again! I might need to raise my Pidgey to level 100 before I have a chance."

"You again," snapped Siara. "Seriously? In the name of Arceus take my Starmie. Please. Spare your Pokemon the humiliation and torture."

"Um ... thanks ... Nurse Joy?" Perplexed, he ran off. Arceus knew he'd fail again.

Siara wanted to hop the counter and just go. But something stopped her; the thought of how much fun Nurse Joy must be having, and how rough it would be dealing with sunglasses guy if he discovered she wasn't at her station. She couldn't blame Joy for staying out just a bit longer.

Two more hours passed, and oddly Siara found herself beginning to enjoy the job. For some of these Pokemon, she had become their moment free from the abusive hands of bad trainers. She was their safe-haven. Even if their time together was short, she started to feel an attachment to these Pokemon and did Nurse Joy's job as best she could.

Nurse Joy finally did return--She had so much fun that she'd lost track of time. But in the end the nurse decided she was ready to return to her job. She spoke to Siara about how being out in the elements can take its toll on a person, and how some of the trainers were just too ruthless in battle. They had a nice chat, and even shared some tea with the old man. Turned out his name was "Harry". And he, too, had spent his formative years in the service industry.

 

Siara found herself more resilient to leave than she expected. "Maybe ... I can do this for you again, sometime?"

 

Nurse Joy simply smiled.

Before she left, Siara looked out the window one last time. It was raining.

She promised herself that, from now on, she'd take better care of her Pokemon.