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| kuratg | Feb 8 2007, 08:43 PM Post #1 | ||||||||
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Distantly, or at least that's the way it felt, an insistant, irritating, and utterly unignorable honking was slowly rousing a sleeping girl from the dead. Well, not literally, but she was so deeply asleep that she was only vaguely registering that her alarm clock was going on. It wasn't until her mother slammed through the door to her room, tore the blanket off her, and heaved her beeping alarm clock against the wall that Tozaki Kita bolted from her bed. Her mother, she realized, wiping sleep from her eyes, was yelling something about being irresponsible and missing appointments. Numbly and still half asleep, she glanced at the weakly glinting, now-broken clock on the floor. Her mouth dropped and for the first time since she'd opened up her brown eyes, she gasped: 6:45!...Wait, 6:45? That didn't even make sense. Why was her mom waking her up if her appointment with that dude at that place wasn't until eight...in the EVENING? Rubbing her temples and scowling at her mother, she scooped up her well abused clock from the floor and set it gracelessly on her nightstand. "Well, aren't you leaving?" Already, her mother's breath smelled like booze. Fantastic. Not even seven in the morning and her mother was tispy. "Yes, mother. I'll be leaving soon," Kita replied, avoiding eye contact. The less she said, the less likely her mother would remember Kita was in the room. And it worked! The woman mumbled darkly under her breath and stumbled from the room. Now was her chance to leave! Sure, she'd have a hell of a long wait before eight that evening, but at least she'd finally be away from home. Away from her crazy mother. Throwing on clothes that looked at least semi-decent, she crept out of her room and down to the kitchen. Though her mother wasted most of her meager sallary on alcohol, Kita knew for a fact that she had a stash of money that Kita doubted her mother was sober enough to remember. Now came finding it. After she found some money, maybe, just maybe, she could go hunting for that old pokepack her father had hidden away in case Kita ever wanted to pursue Pokemon Training. |
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| Metool2 | Feb 8 2007, 08:54 PM Post #2 | ||||||||
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The Rocket That Burns The Heavans Red
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The backpack was burried away far in the back of a closet, under a set of old clothes that smelled like old candy and lawn clippings and a dusty brown cloak that had been worn for too many years, several stains and holes visible in it. Inside was a few escape ropes and a Poketech, though the model was older. 4000 , 3x , Poketech - Older Model.
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