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Topic Started: Oct 18 2008, 01:06 PM (91 Views)
Valentine
Weedle
For any other normal child or teenager, this particular day would have been the day they were waiting for. It was a day of freedom, and a day of wonderment. This day was the definitive start of a new journey. And most kids would greet their moms and dads with hugs and kisses before words of encouragement of leaving. And that was what was referred to as 'Utopia', really. Because a world like that in reality is almost impossible...especially for the individual today. Today was the day of new adventures....yet he was still, in a sense, sleeping. Drake Valentine lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling his head rest on the fluffy white pillows. The bed was even fluffy and easy to sleep in, with a generic color and mattress. He hated the bed for as long as he stayed in his aunt Clara's house. He really didn't even know who she was really because all she ever did was yell at him when he stared at her or even uttered a word. ...Which was exactly why he loved her. He only arrived yesterday, and the happy welcomes began. The first phrase yelled at him was: "You're filthy! Get in the shower or else!" Drake smirked at the memory, he shall not ever forget that...for reasons he didn't know why.

In fact, as he lay in his utterly despicably comfortable bed, Drake started to ponder why he came. Many people said the chance to go out to this town was a lifetime experience, but he thought of it as a lifetime experience of boredom so far. Because even as he lied in the bed, boredom played with Drake's head, making him lie there to cherish the emotion. Mornings were too fresh for him; he preferred the afternoon, when the morning was boring. But of course, seeing as the town was practically brimming with life, his Aunt Clara just had to be the same. And as he heard the booms of the stairs, Drake didn't even turn his head from the ceiling before his peripheral vision picked up the large woman.

"This boy! This boy is useless! He can't even get up!!! Argh! I take him in as his only aunt here, and he greets me in the morning with a stare at the ceiling! The useless worm! GET UP! Did ya hear m'boy?! Did ya now?!" Drake still didn't move his head as the Irish-accented words registered in his mind...oh how he despised mornings. Boredom wasn't playing with him quite yet, and all he could do was be a little zombie. The yelling was distracting him from the words, and he still stared at the ceiling taking in what Aunt Clara said. ...Useless...Useless...Like fat. Fat is use--

Unfortunately, Drake couldn't finish the thought, as his aunt's fat face was staring right at him with an angry face. Her red and flushed cheeks were redder than ever, and her blue eyes seemed to sprout fires within them. But all Drake did was stare and observe the face. He took in her stringy and unhealthy hair, and her slightly yellow and crooked teeth. But what drew his attention the most, was the big and black mole with one hair by it beside her huge nose. It didn't disgust him; it amazed him. And Drake continued to stare at Aunt Clara's face with practically nothing to say...except this, which came out in reply to her yelling.

"Fat is useless,"

Drake told her bluntly and boredly, watching with the same bored expression as she fired up, pushing him off the bed. He felt himself hit the white carpet with a thud, his back facing the ground. He took her action as a compliment, as he already hated the cursed bed, and took used to being pushed around. He stared at the ceiling again, but heard the big booms of Clara the great before his feet. Her fat arms were on her hips, and a dirty white apron was on the huge red plaid dress she was wearing. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, boy!!! For to-day's the day you finally get outta the house! And I don't want ya here any longer than you 'ave to be! I have a right mind to tell your parents what you been up to and saying to me! I also have a right mind to set Wacko up 'ere! NOW GET UP AND CHANGE, BOY!"

Drake still looked at her with the same bored expression at he practically felt his eardrums get pounded. Either that, or her huge footsteps were making that pounding sound, for she had left the room. He found it amazing that he stayed in the same position all the while, as he registered in his mind what she said to him. ...Out...Wacko...Wacko...? Drake turned his head slightly to his right, seeing straight under the bed and to the other side. And there Wacko was. For he found himself staring into the oblivious eyes of the Slowbro. Drake stared boredly into them until he was greeted with a: "...Bro...?" The two shared a moment of acknowledgment before Drake stood up and changed out of his boring pajamas.

In just five minutes time, Drake was able to take off his pajamas and change into his non-tucked-in suit. He had his black pants, loose suit jacket, and loose shirt with a loose tie on. The finishing touch was his black top hat, which was his signature. Drake settled the top hat on top of his naturally straight silver hair, which touched his shoulders. He then started for the stairs and went down, awaiting the wonderful greetings Clara always had for him. Wacko was not too far behind, as Drake looked back boredly to share another moment of acknowledgment. He found it a shame he couldn't take Wacko with him, as he had a connection with it. For he heard it was given to Clara by her 'long lost lover' who left her for another woman. Drake still found it no reason to let go though, as he was reminded of how she looked when he came down.

But then a question came that entered into his mind: What exactly was that woman planning? And he stared at her boredly.
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Your Aunt stood across you in silence for a time, before starting up again it what was clearly an attempt at civil conversation.

"Listen boy, I'm not one for such heartfelt conversations. You're out of here, today."

She tossed a small bag at you.

"There you go. Now, go on, get. There's a PokeTech in there, an Escape Rope thingy, and some money. Everything you need to be a trainer. Now, get out of my house, boy."

Now, what was that on her face? Was it a sad sort-of frown, or just a triumphant smirk? No time to think, you were vaulted from the house in the next moment.



You get an Escape Rope with three charges, a PokeTech, and 4000z!
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