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| Topic Started: Mar 28 2007, 07:33 PM (174 Views) | |
| Seto Ashura | Mar 28 2007, 07:33 PM Post #1 |
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((I pray I'm doing this right.)) "I suppose this story was supposed to start at my parents' lovely beach-side hacienda, in stately Hillmoss where the sun shined remarkably along my personal path and always illuminated every step I took... That didn't fucking happen." The sky overhead was overcast in dark purple and razed with angry-looking storm clouds, each of which bristled with scant flickers of generating static and also rumbled with peals of thunder every so often. Soon, the rain would come. And with the impending downpour upon the near horizon, he stood. He stood alone atop a silent peak in the Torrid Range, where the majestic bluffs boasted the clearest view of Ashdell and where the temperatures were merely stifling at best. Usually, stepping anywhere near the core-clusters of the Carmine Mountains typically resulted in the melting of one's sneakers in the best possible scenario-- death by flame being the worst. The names of which exact mountains continually burned always escaped him, yet he would never forget the intense heat or the memories of his parents' sacrifice to save him. The two wooden crosses at the ledge of the cliff, overlooking his native Ashdell, were constant reminders. The silver-haired lad clad in black and red attire said nothing, yet his face bore the distinct features of a young man in mourning. The scorching winds hastened and scattered the folds of his ruby-red jacket. "My name is Seth Acherra. I turn sixteen this year. I was looking forward to our annual trip to Little Hillmoss Town for the summer. You see, the heat here in the Corona Islands gets unbearable around that time of year. They own a quaint little villa in an equally quaint little town. But there's just one problem with all this... My parents died last month." The sweeping breeze whisked back the sharp, jagged bangs that fell into his ice-blue eyes in one brisk whorl, exposing the sorrow he tried to hide behind a mask of sheer stoicism. Outside, his flat equivocal lips and unfaltering stern glare bore the look and feel of a young man beyond his years in maturity. Inside, he was falling apart at the seams now that a freak accident smashed the perfect life he once had into shambles. With so many shards scattered across the land, how could just one boy, with such small hands, ever home to reclaim them all? Where he had once rejoiced in the idea of becoming a Pokemon Master, 'catching 'em all' as the eternal idiom went; he now chased an even less realistic goal in life. The broken pieces falling loose from the framework of his former reality-- he had to catch them all and pray that he wouldn't cut his hands on all the fractured glass. For a long while, only the rustle of the wind accompanied the painful silence that had ensued for almost a full day now; he'd spent all night watching over the grave markers. And were it not for the pressing arrangements later this evening, he would have spent the rest of his life in that very spot, until finally able to join his mother and father wherever they were. If only life would be so gracious to permit him that small request...but it wouldn't. It never did. "My mother was a major shareholder and my father was a CEO, both collectively and heavily invested in the Shiden Corporation, a company whose primary focus dealt heavily in the manufacturing and distribution of PokeCare products necessary in all aspects of Pokemon Training. Specifically, ShidenCorp rose to popularity after offering their own line of custom-made Pokeballs with specialized name-plates, chrome detailing, and various other features which were essentially useless, yet adored by a younger generation of trainers who were thoroughly doused in pop-culture. When they died, I became the sole heir to the family business as well as the fortune attached to it... Someone please tell me why none of that matters to me?" The plane ride to Hillmoss was uneventful, not that he had expected some life-altering thrill ride all the way there. And he wouldn't have responded differently if it had been; he sat in his seat, he gazed out the window, and said nothing as the clouds rolled by. And by the time he reached the family summer home, he realized that not much had changed since a year ago. Of course, now that his parents were no longer with him, everything seemed so very different. There was a light layer of dust over everything, not to mention the ghastly appeal given by the furniture which still had white sheets draped over it to protect against the wear and tear of the wintry cold. The dusky brown complexion of his skin seemed a dire contrast to the white walls, yet perfectly in synch with the furnishings of purest mahogany. Yet it didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered. He was supposed to get his very first pokemon today, here, in Hillmoss. His parents planned a huge celebration, commemorating their eight summer in Little Hillmoss Town. But Seth didn't feel much like celebrating anything now. "I'm home," he mused inside of an empty house. His voice echoed back to greet him. Then silence reigned. |
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| Ashura Leingod | Mar 29 2007, 12:15 AM Post #2 |
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The house remained foresaken as recent memory allowed, items left in the exact position before your journey into the outskirts of the home. Even with dust in place, the clear evidence of your temporary inhabitance couldn't erase the loniless that rose from the most obscured corners of the dwelling. All that remained pure from nostalgic suffering was the black pack that you had brought to this house on arrival, a note of a single line of your handwritting placed just before the bag. "Just don't be afraid to reach out. Even broken shards give mercy and refuse to cut." Located beside the bag was a gleaming black Poketech, the new advancement in Trainer gear recently delivered to your home weeks before arriving, lying on top of a belt-chain wallet. The thin plastic cover framed the digital bank card, the amount of 4,400 Zennie blinking in neon blue letters just beside a rather goofy looking picture *said picture was taken during a very crucial moment in a cross-eyed sneeze*. Peeking just above the zipper line was a flashing LCD screen, the Escape Rope modular flashing the current amount of energy left before total depletion. The pack had been sitting on the bed for several days...but have you resolved to take it and the responsibilities laced within it. -> 4,450 ![]() -> :pokenav -> -3 Charges-
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