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Yay For Nametags!; They help you when you forget...
Topic Started: Feb 27 2008, 02:34 PM (173 Views)
Meggiemaccat
Wartortle
In bed under a heavy quilt, in a room quite obviously intended for guests, a young woman awoke to the sound of raindrops against the window. She blinked open hazel-green eyes slowly, groggy with sleep as she sat up and rubbed them with her right hand, her left supporting her weary body clad in light blue pajamas. She blinked at the raindrops sliding lazily down the window looking out upon the wet, green world, perking up a little. She shoved the quilt to the end of the bed with her hands, slid her feet off the bed to slip into slippers that matched her pajamas, and had herself a nice, luxurious stretch.

It had been weeks since she was found unconscious in the back garden of this very house by the retired nurse who lived there, looking to have been beaten senseless by the wild pokemon in the nearby wilderness. How she'd gotten there, noone could say, but regardless, the old woman had enlisted the help of a rather cross-looking young man who happened to be passing by to help carry her into the house. When the girl had woken up a few hours later, she was a little disoriented and struggled a little with motor skills, but was fine save for one other problem that continued to persist. All of her memories were gone, save of a strange instance of falling through what sounded to the old woman like 'one of those inter-dimensional rifts out of one of those science fiction shows'.
'You were probably dreaming,' she'd said.
Though the girl had accepted that, she still had this odd feeling...

She shook her head out of the memory, and finally stood to get dressed. After she'd put on the grey t-shirt, faded blue jeans, white sneakers, and navy windbreaker she'd been found in, she reached into the pocket of her windbreaker and withdrew the few ties she had to her past. A wad of what seemed to be play-money, a keychain with a pink half-heart charm on the end reading 'Be' 'Fri', and a green nametag bearing the only clue to her name: 'Meg'. Truly, that was all she had to go on, and she wondered if that would cause trouble for her a little later. She placed the items back in her pocket, zipping it shut like all the other pockets on it could, made her bed, and strode across the room to the door. There, she paused and looked back for a few seconds with her hand on the nob, taking a deep, nervous breath. She'd likely never set eyes on this room again. Letting out her breath in a saddened sigh, she turned the nob, walked out of the room, and quietly closed the door behind her.

"Good morning!" the kind lady who'd found her said brightly from the kitchen, which had only an island jutting out of the wall to separate it from the living room, which Meg was currently standing in. "I see you haven't got your shirt on backwards this morning. Well done!"

Meg chuckled; she'd had to relearn rather simple tasks under the care of this patient woman, including how to dress herself. She had to marvel at the old lady's patience, care, and keen observation skills. Meg still didn't know how the old lady could tell just from looking at her whether or not her shirt was on backwards. She could only assume it was mother's intuition; this woman had apparently gone through three kids - two boys and a girl. They were all grown up and had families of their own now, photographs of which sat on the nightstand next to the sofa.

Meg crossed the living room into the kitchen, blinking curiously at the black bookbag sitting quite full next to the kitchen table.

"I packed your bookbag for you," the woman said with a smile, flipping one final pancake off the frying pan and onto a plate. "You don't want to go off on your journey unprepared."

"You didn't have to," Meg stammered as she sat down, and a plate of pancakes was placed in front of her as the lady sat down with her own. "But thank you."

The lady chuckled with a smile, saying kindly, "Go on and eat. It's not good to be late to the lab."

Meg nodded as she reached for the syrup, and drizzled some on top of the pancakes before she started to eat.

Yes, she was registering to be a trainer today... at twenty years old. Though Meg was quite nervous about being double the age at which a person could begin their lives as pokemon trainers, but the old lady reassured her that it was alright, especially in her case. Meg would've loved any excuse to stay with the old woman forever, helping her in the garden, going grocery shopping, playing card games to pass the time. But... she wanted to know where she'd come from, too, and according to the woman currently sitting across from her as they ate breakfast, traveling around as a pokemon trainer was her best bet at discovering her lost past. What she didn't know was that the old woman also thought it would help with her overly shy nature, for on outings, she seldom left her caretaker's side and spoke to others even less. In fact, she seemed utterly phobic of making eye contact, which apparently was a bad sign. A very bad sign.

Once breakfast was done, Meg stood with a sigh.

"I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me, Cathie."

Catherine shrugged as she stood, "It was nothing," and poked the bag with her foot, "Don't forget this."

Meg felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest, as her face screwed up in preparation to cry, then she flung her arms around the shorter woman and began to sob.

"There, there," a soft voice whispered to her as arms she'd grown so familiar with wrapped around her shoulders. "It's all right. You can call me anytime from any pokemon center. And who knows, you might find your family and memories, and make many new friends along the way!"

Meg sniffled as she was pushed gently out of the hug, and the old woman wiped away the tears on her face with her hand. "Now go get your first friend. You'll have many wonderful and exciting adventures with them, and I promise they'll be there for you for the rest of your lives."

Meg smiled meekly, turned to lift the bookbag, and slid her arms into the straps. Though she was ready now, Catherine still had to accompany her to the door, then stood in the doorway and waved back to Meg until they couldn't see each other anymore.

'Goodbye... and thank you...'

((Um... sorry for the random NPC, but I guess it's just as much allowed as people roleplaying their families in these posts. ^-^;

EDIT: I just now realized I put a funny title on a post that's serious and sad. ^^;;;;; ))
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llliterateGuy
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Catherine didn't budge from that doorway, continuing to look out after the girl as she grew smaller and smaller in the distance. It had been harder than one might have thought letting the girl go. But having to teach her so many of the basic things of life once again had caused a bond to form between the two women, the bond of a mother and her daughter. When Meg had finally disappeared entirely, the old lady retreated to the living room, allowing herself to rest in the comfy confines of the armchair.

"Oh Meg, could you-"

Of course... what was she thinking? How could she have forgotten already? Cathering sighed, hoping that the supplies that she had given her surrogate daughter would be adequate for her journey. 5000 zenny, a Poketech and an Escape Rope with three charges on it. Certainly that would be enough for her? Her husband had always said that she worried too much...
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((0.4 ..... Because I didn't give ya much to go on, I'm hungry, and I just like the post. ..... And no, it's not because of the 5000 Zenny, but that was nice, too. ;XDD ))
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