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| Topic Started: Oct 18 2007, 08:44 PM (160 Views) | |
| Solarian | Oct 18 2007, 08:44 PM Post #1 |
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The wind blew briskly, seeming to throw its weight against the small little house, set off from the rest of the village. Poorly built, there was little doubt that it barely protected against the elements. The boards that made up its composition were mismatched, as if taken from various buildings over the years and hastily nailed together. A few of the boards, including some of the ones leading to the foundation, were rotting, and it wasn't uncommon to see a termite or two running around the wooden shack. Indeed, it was much less a house than a cabin, and even that would've provided safe ground from the wind and rain that fell often out here. The furnishings inside were even more sparse, more depressing. A single, small table stood in a corner of the room, books of various heights keeping it stable. And to match the table was a chair, just as decrepit, the lone companion. There was no stove, no refrigerator. In fact, other than an old, worn-out mattress, there didn't appear to be anything at all in the dwelling. It was a sad little building, which was made only that much worse upon seeing its owner. Solarius wandered up the long, winding path leading to the place in which he lived. He couldn't bear to call it a house, or even a hut. It was less than nothing, just a few walls and a bed, really. In one hand, he carried a large bucket, filled with water, and his other arm was hooked around a bundle of wood. The ease with which he carried the two made it a fair guess that he'd done this many times, perhaps each and every day. Yet, despite his less-than-stellar predicament, the young man didn't appear to be depressed or deterred at all. In fact, should one listen closely, they could hear a light whistle escape from his lips as he walked, and a just a little jump in his step, one not even found among those who claim that they could never be happier. That, and the clear, intelligent look in his brilliant blue eyes let everyone who interacted with him know that he hadn't given up on his dreams, no matter his situation. With a light groan, he set down the bucket of water. The ground where he sat the water bucket was well-worn, lending even further evidence to the fact that this was a common occurrence. Fiddling with the knob, he finally managed to hit the right turning speed, causing the door to swing inward after he gave it a gentle push. With a grace that was admirable, he retrieved the bucket, slipped inside the building and shut the door all in one, smooth motion. The water didn't last long in his hand, and was placed onto the counter as soon as he was able. The wood was released in an overlooked corner of the room, where there were no boards, only dirt. A keen eye could also detect a few scattered ash remnants, ones that might've evaded the capture of a broom or vacuum of some sort. The wood didn't get touched right away as Solarian stretched, feeling the muscles in his arms relax after another hard day's work. “Well, that's another day done,” he muttered, placing his palm on the side of his chin and pushing until his neck released a soft 'pop.' Releasing a sigh of contentment, he stood near the bucket of water, looking down into the clear liquid. His young face was slightly thin, but that was to be expected, due to his living conditions. He brushed the thick, black hair back from his face with his fingers, getting his bangs out of his face. His fingers wrapped around the handle of the ladle that rested in the bucket before pulling it out and putting the bowl to his lips. The cool liquid spilled down his throat, clearing away the thirst that he'd accumulated during the day. Not content with a single drink, Solarian finished off nearly half of the remaining water before his thirst was finally quenched. With reluctance, he placed the ladle back into the bucket, and set it aside. Turning, he walked past the firepit, toward his bed. Pulling the aging mattress aside, he set it against the far wall, returning his attention to the floorboards there. A certain board was loose, and with little effort, Solarian removed it, revealing a cubbyhole that he had built into the floor. He reached inside, and pulled out the objects that resided there. A poketech, and an escape rope. Memories flooded over him, as they often did, as he looked at the technological piece of equipment. ~:~:~:~Years ago...~:~:~:~ ”Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Pokemon Tournaments! This year, we've got quite a surprise for you! A young trainer, only fourteen, has made it to the finals! Hailing from the Malral District, young Solarian Raine is sure to give us all a show!” ~:~:~:~Back to the Present...~:~:~:~ The young man shook his head, clearing his mind of those memories. He had no reason to hold onto those memories; such things were in the past. Yet...each time his gaze fell upon it, he remembered the thrill of the adventure, the rush of the battles, and, more than anything, the feeling of absolute freedom. Now, however, he was chained here to this building, forced to live day-by-day in a mediocre existence. But...if that were so...then why did he save his money, instead of using it to renovate this shack? With a lump in his throat, he pulled the bundle of zenny from the hole as well, and knowing that it would change everything if he counted it. His mouth, despite the drinks of water beforehand, had now gone dry as he added his new wages in with the rest of it, and counted it all. His heart stopped as he counted the last bill, the total reaching exactly where he had hoped it wouldn't. Desperately, he counted it again, but there had been no error the first time. The money fell from his shaking hands, spilling across the floor as his eyes widened. Memories flashed back across his mind, blinding his vision. “No...no...” he mumbled, seeing a pokemon fall before his eyes. Scarlet splashed across his thoughts, and he sat up, the entirety of his throat feeling like sandpaper. He grabbed the bucket, and without the ladle, began to drink its contents. Water spilled over him, but its cool touch refreshed him. Heaving a sigh, he forced himself to his feet, and set the bucket back down upon the counter. The sky was dark...he must've passed out. Shaking his head, he knelt down, gathering up all of the money that was scattered across the floor. He looked at it, knowing what it meant. Solarian had promised himself, when he'd begun this break of his...that when he earned enough money, he'd start again. He told himself that he'd start from scratch, using his obtained knowledge to rise above the rest, like he had before. His hand tightened to a fist as the memories came back to him again, about that day. He closed his eyes tightly, forcing the memories from his mind. Tomorrow would be a new day, with new memories. Not even bothering to start a fire, Solarian lay upon the old mattress, waiting for sleep to come and claim him. Tomorrow was just another day...another chance to make right with the world. His eyes drifted over to the hole, where a pokeball lay, just out of sight. “Vaporeon...” he whispered, tears springing to his eyes as he slowly faded from consciousness. ~~~ Hours later, Solarian awoke as the first few rays of sunlight danced upon his face. He grunted, forcing himself to his feet. He wouldn't be doing any work today. Today...he'd resume the journey he started, all those years ago. The adrenaline pounding through his veins swiftly woke him, and before long, he had his poketech, the money he'd saved, the Escape Rope, one of the few items left over, and a pokeball, which he clutched fiercely. “Time to face the day again,” he whispered to himself and left his home, probably to never return as he once more sought the fame that had beckoned to him. ((The pokeball contains a dead Vaporeon, which he won't get rid of. Simply a plot device, nothing more.)) |
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| Fordy | Oct 19 2007, 04:53 AM Post #2 |
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ain't no new thing
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Fantastic, I say. --- You left the mediocre shack behind. You carried nothing but your memories, (Represented by a single Pokeball.) a small fortune, (The 5000z you carried alongside the ball.) and a few modern conveniences and safety measures. (The PokeTech and Escape Rope, respectively. --- Although I'm not an admin, I think they will allow you to keep the dead Vaporeon ball, as long as you don't ever empty the Pokeball and try to use it. |
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