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| Topic Started: Jun 8 2008, 10:57 AM (138 Views) | |
| Gomi | Jun 8 2008, 10:57 AM Post #1 |
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[size=1]The sun had risen over the sleepy town of Little Hillmoss. The name alone screamed 'back water, country, hick town, right here'. Between a non-existant, or unheard of, crime rate, and average everything else, Little Hillmoss' only claim to fame is that, for some unknown reason, it seemed to literally spawn potential pokmon trainers. Officials had questioned whether there was something in the water that inspired young people to set off on a journey to be the very best, or perhaps it was just a town filled with negligent parents. Lore Saiful was one of this years turn-out stock of potentials. She could have left a long time ago - all her friends had, after all - but she'd never quite brought herself to do so. She did dream of exploring the world but, in her heart, had always been a tiny bit scared of never coming home. It wasn't as if her home was much, either. In the early morning light, she was digging in the cupboards for absolutely anything edible. She'd completely neglected to do a shop of any description this week and, apparently, so had her mother. She sighed, giving up after only finding a half eaten loaf of bread to diminish her hunger pains. She'd eat later, then. "Good morning, pardner,"[/size] a misleadingly soft voice said, snapping her out of her reverie. "Where have you left the horse? Honestly, you look like a cowboy. Can I call you Sundance?" The varying nicknames from different cowboys had been a running 'joke' in the household for a few months. Recently, Lore had swapped her more feminine clothes for garbs that could, at a push, made her look like a reject from a western novel. She'd picked her more sturdy clothes today: a simple light brown dress, rimmed with green, with a triad of, what she thought were, overly large buttons down the middle. The boots were her old walking boots, made from dark brown, slightly cracked, leather, which were laced up firmly to prevent any incidents involving going shoeless down the route. She could almost past for an adventurer instead of a desperate cowgirl. "You can do what you like. You look particularly like Butch, today." That was the only reply the seemingly disembodied voice got. Sarcasm, admittedly, wasn't Lore's strong point. She hummed thoughtfully and flicked several stray strands of hair from her eyes, aware of a presence behind her. She didn't bother looking up out of the fridge. "Hey, mom, have we got anything to eat that isnt green? I dont really like moss." "Lore, youre eighteen, you have no excuse," her mother was saying, though not necessarily to her daughter. Though Lore had been addressed, she wasn't being looked at. "You're finally getting out the damn house. I told you, sunny, you have to get a hobby, or a life, whichever comes first. Live a little!" She sighed. Oh, shed miss the gentle guidance of her mother. From the day shed learnt her first ever curse word to the first time shed ever had an object thrown at her (the two events were mysteriously close together), shed always been there to give her love and encouragement. "Lore. Can I talk to you?" Her eyes darted around the room. The vile woman was stood in front of the door and the window, her only chance for survival, was bolted down by the infernal contraption known as a lock! The fiend had her caught! She could feel herself shake slightly, out of teenage instinct. She wasnt going to subject her to the horrors of...of the talk, was she? She wasn't going to warn her about the dangers of men? No, that was ridiculous. Surely her mother, despite her many and obvious flaws, knew that, as a young and knowledgeable young woman, she already knew? Though it wasn't too unlikely that her mother would try to make her feel uncomfortable. They'd been sparring with each other in this way for years, in Lore's mind. The cute little daughter, her mother's beloved 'Lorey-poos', had changed into a - dare she say it? - adult, who had a strong tendency to question everything everyone she knew did. Her mother has a slightly snarky side that revealed itself when she felt people were being redundant. These two personalities tended to clash a lot, but not in the way people would expect. There were no big, blown out arguments between mother and teenage offspring, but there was supposedly 'subtle' warfare, to keep things 'interesting' in a town where nothing happened. Lore did care about her mother, and vice versa. There was no tension in their relationship, but they just argued and teased each other, mostly out of habit. It'd been this way since her older brother had left to work in the undetermined 'big city'. This was just how they got on with each other. "Im too young!" Lore declared, trying to buy herself time while she looked for some sort weapon to hold the beast off. A bottle of wine would do, whether it was to beat her senseless or to ply her with alcohol until she let her go back to her room. "All your friends have left, Lore. Do you remember that? When you had friends and actually socialised. You went outside once. Do you remember what fresh air's like? Clouds? I can't believe you've decided to go and do something you haven't done for years, instead of paying rent." "I'm not doing it so I don't have to pay rent! I want to do this. Why would you think that? She considered the points her mother had made. Granted, she had been a bit of recluse, since her friends had left. "And of course I know what they are! I look them up on the internet, every day, in case they slip my mind." "Good. You don't want to go out into the middle of nowhere and forget what the sky does." "I'll be going in a bit," she said, keeping her voice flat and even. "I just need to get pack - " "Oh, no need!" The older woman said, smiling broadly, as she thrust a well packed backpack at Lore. Over the top of the bag was a belt, added as an afterthought, to keep her future pokmon companions on. "You're already ready to go! There's a house key, please don't use it in the near future. You've got all your necessities." "O-oh. Thanks, mom. I could've done it myself, you know, seriously...I'm a big girl. Why bother?" She'd never been the type who showed her emotions in great detail. She'd done her months of wailing and weeping after the disappearance of her father, and had resolved since not to fall into the same state of depression again. Though crying made her feel better afterwards, it didn't accomplish anything of use. She'd never thought she'd want to admit to missing home. She'd planned on leaving one day, this day, but it'd never really occurred to her that she'd be leaving. Yet, here she was, ready to travel miles, through far-off cities, into a world she knew little about. She never had paid attention in Geography. "I'll miss you," she began, throwing her arms out for a hug. Her mother shook her head, grabbing one of her hands and shaking it firmly. "No, if we...no. If you make a deal out of leaving, you'll never bring yourself to say goodbye. I know what you're like." She sighed, trying to keep up a harsher front. This was no time for sentiment, despite the fact what she'd have no idea what happened to the young girl why she was travelling. "It's a see you later, sunny. You're coming back." She nodded back, buckling the belt around her waist, and clasping the bag to her chest. She nosed through the contents, picking out odd little bits and bobs that had been shoved in there, wondering what it contained. Her mother had been vague, after all. |
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[size=1]nye time ♪ APL: 5[/size] | |
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| York | Jun 8 2008, 08:52 PM Post #2 |
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Angriest Lax Alive
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There was a watch kind-of thing, big and bulky with the legend 'Poketch' below the face; pepper spray; a flat white thing with a dull screen, a trigger, and a row of LEDs of which three were lit up; compact toiletries bag with everything you'd expect to find in it, plus the small box of condoms (apparently she didn't think little Lorey-poo so innocent after all); and at the bottom a leather wallet, folded around a wad of bills. If Lore could get it open to count it in that awkward position, she'd find 5000 zenni, more than suffficient to start her off in the world. (The white thing is an escape rope with 3 charges; possibly not entirely clear about that) |
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Sikander Himself Magnezone - Donphan - Aerodactyl - Flygon - Egg APL: Forty-eight and a half ![]() ![]() 21 - 61 - 21 Philo & Friends APL: Thirty-four and a third | |
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| Gomi | Jun 9 2008, 09:20 AM Post #3 |
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Weedle
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ooc; At least they're not tapeworms [size=1]or are they just in disguise?[/size] .___. Thanks! |
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[size=1]nye time ♪ APL: 5[/size] | |
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