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| Good-bye...; Part One of a Three-part Freeform | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 2 2008, 09:42 PM (294 Views) | |
| Falthor | Jan 2 2008, 09:42 PM Post #1 |
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[ Flames of Passion ]
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The intentions of this three-part freeform are: + To introduce Tatsuya, the protagonist of the RP. [Part I] + To introduce Hiide, Tatsuya's rival and main antagonist. [Parts II and III] + To bring forth the first major quest/mission of my RP: the three relics of Latios. Believe me, it's quite interesting. And no, I will not encounter Latios in person, though he is my guardian. [Parts II and III] ![]() [size=4]Chapter I: Genesis[/size] "The Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with a Single Step" [size=2]I[/size] Tatsuya, wake up... The buzzing of my alarm clock began as soon my eyes opened. 6:00 exactly. I sat up, ran my hand through my hair, and shook my head, trying to get my locks of hair out of my line of sight. I lifted the sheet off my bed and threw it on the floor and slid my feet into my slippers. I slowly arose out of bed and plodded to my bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and looked in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles developing underneath. Insomnia was beginning to become my best friend. I turned the faucet and no water spewed from the tap. I nudged the faucet to see if the water would come out, but it was to no avail. My parents probably didn't pay their water bill again. Great. Don't worry...I can make it work. After hearing the voice speak inside my mind, the faucet turned by itself and water began to spew from the tap smoothly. I grabbed my toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste onto the bristles and began to brush my teeth. I was tired, so my movements were not thorough. Suddenly, a blue aura emitted from my toothbrush and it brushed my teeth all by itself. Somehow amazing, but mostly just weird. "What the hell?" I said, muffled. I was quite bewildered, but on the other hand -- which may sound more logical -- I'm just delusional. I splashed water on my face, fully waking me up. I wasn't delusional; the toothbrush was brushing my teeth all by itself! I opened my mouth and the toothbrush moved aside so I can spit the toothpaste out. I gave a toothy smile to the mirror and I noticed my teeth were as white as they could possibly be. "Damn good toothpaste," I said. I left the bathroom, the faucet of my bathroom sink turned psychically. I then flicked the switch to my bedroom, but the light wouldn't turn on. I looked at my alarm clock. It was working properly. It then hit me; it's on battery power. Ah dammit. My parents didn't pay their electric bill either. I turned off the light switch to prevent any danger from happening. But the light bulb in my room flickered and brightened the room ten times brighter than my original incandescent bulb. "What the hell?" I stated again. I scanned the area for something electrical in the area. But there was nothing to be found. I was a bit disturbed, but if there's someone in the city who was kind enough to do this, then by all means, I definitely would let him do so. God knows my parents wouldn't do this. They probably got wasted last night, as usual, and forgot to take on their parental responsibilities and pay their damn bills and nurture their son. I gathered my belongings and began packing. Apparently, today was the day that I would receive my companion for life. They were called "Pocket Monsters," or - better known - Pokémon. I has anticipated this moment all my life; it was the day of my legal emancipation from my parents. I had saved enough money from my job working as a busboy at the diner to provide for myself and my partner, and perhaps a traveling fellow Trainer whom I may encounter from time to time. I was nothing but ready for this life-changing event. I closed my knapsack and snapped my fingers. The light bulb didn't flicker off, but as I left and closed my door, the light turned off. My room was bare; all my possessions were in a bag slung over my shoulder. I walked into the living room, which was also my parents' bedroom. Liquor bottles, cans of beer, and other forms of alcohol were scattered about. My parents were on the floor, completely hung over, holding bottles of whiskey in their hands. My father's bottle was dripping, a puddle of the smelly crap forming underneath. I trudged to the kitchenette and saw that there were no paper towels, napkins, or any kind of liquid absorber whatsoever. Home sweet home, huh? No point in telling them "good-bye." Half the time, they don't even know about their own damn son, more so not knowledgeable of the fact that they even have one. I put one hand on the doorknob, took one last look around the apartment, and closed it, leaving the key to it on the table at the entrance. Good-bye. +++ I exited the apartment and found myself smack-dab in the middle of town. The diner where I worked was across the street and I still had time to kill, so I may as well visit and say good-bye to the staff. They all knew this day would come. I looked to my left and right; not a car to be found. I ran across the street and pushed the door open. The bells rung and the staff plus two customers at the counter looked to see who entered. Frank, my boss, who stood in the back, scrubbing dishes and cooking an omelette (not at the same time, mind you), gave me a warm smile. My coworkers and I never fought as long as I was employed, which was why we were so close to each other, I assume. Regardless, they welcomed me to the diner and celebrated my success as a busboy and my beginning as a new Trainer. These people were my family. Frank beckoned me with a wave of his towel. After being greeted with pecks on the cheeks from my female coworkers, I reached Frank. He asked me to enter his office, which was apparently the kitchen. He just wanted us to find some privacy. He placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at me in the eye. He shed a tear. "You're a good man, Tatsuya, living in a world of hell. I want nothing but the best for you, because you remind me of--" he stopped. I empathized by closing my eyes and looking downward. I reminded him of his dead son, Marco, who was just as good a person as I was, according to my boss' endless stories about him. I looked back at him and gave him some kind of warm smile. He wiped the tear from his eyes and reached into his pocket. In it was a wad of cash. "No," I said, "keep it. You need it for yourself and for this business. I've already saved enough money from my duties as a busboy. Besides, I don't want to be dependent; that's not who I am, nor who I'll ever be. Thank you, though... for everything." I gave him a firm handshake, which immediately became an embrace. "If you won't accept that, then at least take this." Frank reached into his other pocket and took out a small golden capsule, encrusted with red jewels. "It doesn't function properly, but legend tells that this Poké Ball was used by my great-grandfather to capture Latios." "No, I can't," I replied, pushing my hands away from the ball. Take it... Tatsuya, you'll need it. Who the hell are you? I thought, and how do you know my name? Do not worry about me nor that...you will find out soon enough. But take it. I shrugged. I listened to the voice inside my head and gratefully accepted the Poké Ball Frank offered. He gave me a warm smile and began to preach to me something that would be one of the most significant speeches I would ever hear in my life. "Tatsuya, the road that lies before you is long and windy. There are many obstacles that will be in your path and only pure determination will garner you success. Being an individual is vital to being a Trainer, but being part of a larger community is the key to developing an identity of oneself; learning and understanding individuals as separate personalities will allow you to see inside yourself and your true self will reveal itself to yourself. "I say that because I've been there when I was your age. You know just as well as I do about the experiences we've both shared. You had to deal with poverty, as did I. But I managed to educate myself and be a restauranteur, a very successful one at that. You managed to be just as educated. You were under my wing, learning the tricks of the trade of the business world and the real world itself. I urge you to remember everything so that you will not end up broke and addicted to heroin or become an alcoholic like both of your parents. I wish nothing but success from you, because you are like Marco in every regard." He shed a tear. "Take care of yourself. May the great Pokémonial beasts protect you forever." I bowed and inserted the Poké Ball in my pocket. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and waved good-bye to everyone. My female co-workers all gave me a kiss on the cheek for luck and prosperity as I took one last glance at the Little Hillmoss Diner. I pulled the door open and heard the melodious rings of the four entrance bells and left, hiding the tears from my comrades with my beret tipped over my head. It was the wintertime, plus it was a gift from my now ex-girlfriend Lorraine, the curvaceous seventeen-year-old beauty from the diner. Ah, Lorraine, the blonde bombshell she was. How I will always miss her. Though of course I have her Pokétch number. I can just call her up and catch up on old times and new times, I thought. I smiled; we had such great times together. Like that time when we made out in the storage closet and that time when we made Frank give us the day off for our "sickness." I guess you can call the sickness the lovebug. We were so enamored with each other. I will never forget her...I wept once more, the rain beginning to fall upon me... |
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| Randrew | Jan 3 2008, 05:07 PM Post #2 |
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Alright, dude. First off, you get the full award of 5000 zenni. Way to go, man. Your freeform was refreshing to read. Great work. The basic set-up was a little generic and he handled the voice in his head a bit too well for my liking, but the flow was great and I loved the characters. I'm going to give you 6.8 Exp for this part. Keep it up, man! |
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