Name: William Thomas
Age: 25
Looks: 25 years old, Will"fits the description" pretty well. 6'0, slim, African American. A standard issue crew cut for him, hardly maintained so its a partly misshapen 'fro. Dresses pretty much in the style of environment he's grown up in, so baggy jeans with a lively colored shirt of some sort. Work clothes disgust him, yet he wears them for his alright paying job in the city.
12 years old, Will was under the strict eye of his mom, but was a carefree and very innocent spirit. He wore more form fitting clothes since he was poorer than he is at 25, so nothing extremely baggy. Still just jeans and a t-shirt of some unique variety. Bald head however, and much shorter, about 5'1 to be honest.
Background: Living under one roof, having both parents in two homes, but they weren't divorced...only child, just a studious kid with an introverted personality, that was started to turn extroverted doe to him starting high school very soon, and him finding himself in those very critical situations where brains didn't always get you anywhere. So he'd still be a quiet type, but he has a snappish tongue.
Personality: As stated before, 12 yr old Will is nice. Very much a brainiac-he will sit with Pokemon forever (after doing his homework and making sure he wasn't needed for anything else for the night-sides dinner which didn't stop him from playing.) He has jokes, isn't afraid of cursing in front of adults and is willing to go to great lengths for making anyone laugh. He's still developing this skill however, so sometimes, it may be ...awkward.
Pokemon: BulbafrickingSAUR!! WOOT!!
Other: You rock right now for making this. Oh and Will's allergic to Pork. And dun call him William. He's trying to break away from that formality since his fathers always called William, and is also changing his recognized name to Willie, so he wanted to avoid being called Lil Willie.
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*yawn* "What time is it?" were those famous last words Will would hear himself say. Moving the covers off of his head, he sat up, eyes already open to the world. It didn't take him long to wake up, as he was a morning person. The sun streamed through his window at that familiar angle, green shade making it dapple the room in a deep forestry scene. He smiled to himself, and coughed, before rubbing his head and sliding onto his feet.
His fingers lightly rapped against his skull, but he thought nothing of it. "Damn bald spot."
He paused for a moment, as he reached down to try and stretch. His feet looked smaller, less like an adult. Pondering why this looked weird to him, he bent over, counting to ten and groaning. Touching his toes always sucked. Once that was over, he spread his legs out and immediately kicked a TV stand. Eyes glared at the blasted wood -and then glazed over with a sense of wonder and confusion.
His TV...the old TV, was set up in the corner. Now, this normally wouldn't have phased Will, but it was under the TV that had him finally question his place in space/time.
"Why in all hell… is the Sega Saturn out?"
"BOY! Stop cursin'!"
A blink, and he dashed out of his room. Jumping into the large bedroom (why was he in the smaller bedroom anyway), he would witness his own mother fussing about her belongings, searching form something that was undoubtedly in the kitchen. In fact, as he stared at her, he noticed she was ..younger…and skinnier. Immediately, Will walked toward the MUCH bigger bed-and grabbed his head in confusion.
“Mom, hit me. No, not even. Why are you here?”
“Why am I here?” She huffed and turned to him, throwing a stack of clothes down in the process. “I’m here because I can’t find my keys, and to make sure you don’t miss the bus to school.”
“Bus?” Will looked out the window of his house, no, his apartment building. Confusion set in hard now, as the surrounding area was no longer his own hometown…but the room and the items were… “No no no. First off, you moved away Mom. When did you decided to..Oh, this gotta be a alcohol induced dream.”
“Boy, this ain’t time to act stupid. You came back here after leaving and failing as a damn Trainer, so you decided to go to the School instead and get remedial training. You said so yourself.” She shot past him, and headed down the hallway, Will following, utterly confused but amazed. “So, you begged me and I put up the money for it. So you better go through with it.”
Will stopped. He was going…to a private school. He asked for? Immediately, he reached for his cell phone, and realized that he was not in the clothes he passed out in last night. His cellphone was gone, and instead was a small Bulbaplushie…that was halfway stuck in his onesie. Jumping backwards, Will tore out of the onesie, utterly bemused. Hel held them up, and looked at the size tag.
Medium. That clinched it. He ran back to the bathroom, and stared at himself in the mirror. Gone were the scars on his forehead from many an animal attack. Gone was his nappy and unkempt fro. All that was left was utter smoothness…the likeness of him at 12. 12 years old. The more and more he thought about it, the weirder he felt, looking at himself like this. His mother flew past the bathroom, but upon spotting Will admiring himself in the mirror-slowed her speed search and walked in.
“Oh, you think you cute? Hurry the hell up and get dressed, its almost 7. The bus comes here first since yer prolly the oldest person.” Will solemnly nodded, and shuffled past him mom. His closet was torn open, and for a minute he began scouring for any Sonic shirt, but damnit, they didn’t come out for another 8 years! Convincing himself he was still absolutely drunk and prolly would snap out of it soon-back in the bar no less, he did everything he was supposed to, and gathered his things.
Rearing to head out, he turned his head back to look back at the immensely bare apartment. They just moved here not 4 weeks ago, last he remembered, and now he was back. Wow, trippy. “Wait Mom! What school am I going to again?”
“Pokemon! Get out!” she shouted back, throwing a slipper at him.
“Love you too…” he stated cockily, before closing the door, and breathing a sigh of relief. That was quite possibly the most harrowing experience he had with his mom, and he was positive he wasn’t having it!! Shaking his head, and hoping the delirium would end, Will hopped on the elevator, and sped down to the lobby. Dashing out of the lobby, he noticed a large bus climbing up his block. The bus was traditional yellow, but on the side-in big letters, it read Pokemon School.
“Ok this is really a crock of s…”
Will held his tongue, as he waved for the bus. The bus pulled over, and opened its door, revealing a jolly driver. “Well hello there. I supposed you’re my first student! Hop on, we got quite a few people to grab.” Intimidated right now, not only because this guy was putting him on his bus, but also by the fact that he coulda sworn he saw an EKANS on this guy’s shoulder, Will just silently nodded and ran on the bus.
The driver shut the door behind him, and Will sped to the back. Right now, the bus was empty, so it gave him time to claim the best seat on any bus, the back. That custom seat that usually held like 5 kids since it was a bench. Lying on it, Will used his backpack as a pillow, and rested his head on it. Stretching out his abnormally shorter body out over a good portion of the back seat, Will began to think hard about what he had to drink as he instinctively pulled out a book. “Ok, Two Long Islands….one Teq Sunrise…and then..the shots. It was prolly the damn Yager…I hope this shit wears off and I’m not in the damn cop van again…”
Will passed out as the bus continued on his route, not noticing the other kids that began to pile on the bus. One kid tried to move Will’s feet off of the bench to create room, but that kid got a rude kicking, and Will moved his book down from over his eyes. Not moving, Will quietly swiveled his head, noticing the now much louder crowd that was upon the bus.
“Why hasn’t the damn alcohol wore off yet?”
Pokemon School: Recaptured Youth (Starts)
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Originally Posted by Oslo
