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Dear Diary
Topic Started: May 11 2009, 08:59 PM (209 Views)
Alexandra
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From the Diary of Harper Pendragon 5 years ago...
Dear Diary,

Hi to you! Mamma got you for me today. Guess what? Its my seventh birthday! Are you going to wish me happy birthday? Im so excited! She told me to start writing in you every day, telling everyone what I think and say, because one day itll be worth something one day. I dont really believe her, but I thought Id do it anyway. I dont have much else to say, except that Daddy is coming home tomorrow to wish me happy birthday! I havent seen him in a while, so its going to be great! Ill write tomorrow!

She had been told that their family had owned the little house on the hill town of Escennia for as long as anyone could remember. Her father even bragged that they had been there before everyone else started to pick on that it was such a great place to live, and property became so expensive. So, while people were paying out life savings for a shack on the outside of town, the little yellow house with the picket fence was still there, in the hands of the Pendragon clan.

Harper Pendragon was the second of three children. She had one older brother, Hector, who had gone off to school in Brightopolis a year or so ago. She also had a baby sister, Guinevere, who was still in diapers. Her father lived a profitable life as a professional Pokmon Trainer, competing in tournaments and championships around the world, earning money for his family. Her mother worked with her children, and keeping the aging house up. They had been told by several family friends they were the perfect image of a family. Harper thought so as well. She loved all of her family, but none so much as her father. She idolized him reverently.

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From the Diary of Harper Pendragon 3 years ago...
Dear Diary,

Daddy won again, but then lost in the next round. I was really sad, but he said it was alright. He had gotten further than he ever had before in the tournaments. He was in the semifinals, he said! I'm so proud of him. But you know what's even better than that, though? He is getting me a present, and it's better than any I could imagine. His best Pokmon, Alakazam, was found with a Pokmon Egg... and he's giving it to me! Can you believe it? I'll have my very own Pokmon soon!

And so she did. Her father returned days later, a lavender-colored Egg in hand. He had even tied a white ribbon around it, just something he would do for someone he called his number one fan. As soon as she held the item in her arms, it almost never left them. Days, weeks, and months passed and she rarely separated herself from it. Some kids had a blanket or stuffed animal that they toted around, but for Harper, it was a Pokmon Egg. Home, school, out and about, it was with her everywhere and always.

She wrote in her diary every day. Some times it was about what had happened in her day, where her father was and what he was doing, what class Hector had complained about, how much bigger Guinevere had grown. But every single day she recorded how it had changed, even if it hadn't. Had she felt it move once? Or make a noise? Sometimes she just imagined it, but she didn't mind waiting. She was sure that, when the egg finally hatched, it'd be the right time.

She wrote in her diary every day, except one.

There is a page in her diary, two years ago, when she was ten years old, that is blank. Because on that day, she got news that caused her blissful world to come crashing down.

It was a Tuesday, and she returned from home to find her mother on her bed, crying. Harper had never seen her mother cry, aside from tearing up if she accidentally got hit by something. It had taken some to get the news from her, but she eventually learned that her father was dead.

Her mother didn't tell her how he died. When Harper got older, she never asked. She didn't think it mattered who cared about the means when you already knew the end?

The tragedy deeply affected the young girl in short, it absolutely crushed her. For days she could do little than stare into space, eating and sleeping sparsely. She started to do terribly in school, and her friends began to become distant due to her aloofness. Her life was a void until the funeral, or, more accurately, the night after.



The room was dimly lit by the lamp, casting more shadows than light about the space. They danced before her eyes as the bulb flickered it had served a long life, and was finally on its last legs. She watched as the light flickered once more, feeling each throb of light through her. She had been sensing such small things in life lately, realizing there was so much below the surface of the most trivial things of life. A simple hello to a person was now a lifeline, a walk to school was a trek of a thousand miles. She had never felt worse than she had about anything now. She hard trouble eating at the table because she couldn't bear to look at her father's empty space. She no longer watched television because she remembered watching her father triumph so many times.

It had only been a few days since that day, and she felt no better. People assured her she'd get better. Life went on. She was young she could learn to go on with life. But she couldn't accept that. Her father had been more than just that to her he was her role model. When someone you idolized so died, what more did you have to live for?

Such apocalyptic views weren't exactly so in her young mind, but it was close. She watched the light bulb continue to flicker while she started to feel something else. This, unlike her tumultuous thoughts, was physical. She looked down curiously, and realized what it was... was what she had been waiting for for months. At the moment she didn't realize the dreadful irony of this happening right after the low point of her life, but she would realize it later. At the moment, she was quite transfixed.

She placed the egg where it was cushioned by the pillows of her bed, watching it shudder as cracks created a web on the shell, and a vague light shined forth from within until, with a final crack, the egg fell to pieces. She watched with amazement easily visible in her blue eyes. It was at that very moment that something changed in her. And that was a sense of loss to a sense of purpose. Because, sleeping on her pillow in a halo of egg fragments, was an infant Abra.

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From the Diary of Harper Pendragon 2 years ago...
Dear Diary,

I've decided now that I want to become a Pokmon Trainer, just like Dad. I don't think there's anything else for me to do. Mom can stay behind and look after Guinevere, and Hector is fine at school. I don't think Mom will allow me to leave on my journey yet, so I'm going to stay here for a few more years and train my Abra. When we're the best friends, we'll go off and show the world just who we are.

I've decided that the name of my Abra will be Saleh, because that's what Dad called his Alakazam. It's the least that I could do for him, and in memory of him. One day, I'll be the best Pokmon Trainer out there, and I'll make him proud.



Two years passed. Harper's mother immediately noticed the difference in her daughter after the hatching of the Abra, and embraced it. It seemed to her as though that event had saved her young daughter from depression, and whatever else it could do to a girl as young as she was. The girl continued to go to school, doing much better than before. Life proceeded as it had before, except that Harper's mother was now working two different jobs to keep them afloat. The aspiring Trainer had to keep her head in a different place most of the time, trying to not get too upset.

Meanwhile, she and Saleh the Abra were fast on the track of becoming nothing less than counterparts. Harper usually had to wait until the Abra was actually awake (six hours of out of the day), but then they would play, train, and get to know one another. The Psychic wasn't yet powerful enough for telepathic communications, but he could still convey ideas and emotions to his human companion. It only forged the bond between them even stronger.



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From the Diary of Harper Pendragon Present Day
Dear Diary,

I believe the time has come. I've been trying to convey to my mom that I'm getting ready to go, and Saleh has even helped transfer a few thoughts to her as well. I've been saving my allowance for a long time, and I think Saleh and I are ready.

I can't wait. I've been waiting for a long time to go out so we can prove ourselves and become really strong. I just hope that I don't let Dad down. This is all for him.

The next morning, Harper strode down the stairs and down the hall to the kitchen. She carried Saleh across her back piggyback-style, and the young Psychic already appeared to be sleeping. She didn't mind much, though he always seemed to wake up when he needed to. She paused by the portal to the kitchen, steeling herself in. With one last breath, she entered.

It was any other day. Her mother was over the stove, tending to scrambled eggs and bacon that was sizzling on the top. The smell was tantalizing, inviting Harper to stay for one last meal with her family, but she resisted it. She didn't think she'd leave if she gave herself a second guess. Guinevere was in her chair, eying her older sister with a strange intelligence. Her three-year-old sister had always had an uncanny eye for some things.

Mom, Harper said, stepping up. The lady stopped her cooking, looking at her daughter with curiosity.

Yes, dear? she asked, in the same tone as always.

Im going to go out and become a Pokmon Trainer like Dad, the young girl said as forcefully as she could, her blue eyes blazing through. You could feel the passion from her words like heat from flame. I think Saleh and I are ready. And, as an afterthought to sweeten the deal, Ill call home often, dont worry! I just She trailed off.

She half-expected her mother to burst out laughing, or flatly say no, but that wasnt the case. Mrs. Pendragon merely nodded, turning back to her cooking before it burned. I suspected as much, she said in a quiet voice. You were always your fathers girl, werent you? She smiled sadly and picked a parcel from the counter. I bought you some things, just in case. Theres a Poktech in there, so you can call me and get directions, as well as an Escape Rope. And some Pokballs and I even sent ahead to Professor Willows lab for a Pokdex. She was very gracious and sent one right over she knew your father well. The woman grew distant once more. You sure you dont want to stay for breakfast?

Harper looked to the table. She saw Guinevere next to her mothers empty seat, not interested in the conversation and more in the food that wasnt yet before her. Harper saw her chair, inviting. She was almost tempted before her eyes strayed to her dads empty chair. Her stomach clenched, and she was no longer hungry. No. She looked down. I think its best that I go now.

And so she left. Certainly it is odd that anyone especially a widowed mother would let her twelve-year-old child out on such a journey, with nothing more than a sleepy Abra to care for her. But Mrs. Pendragon wasnt just anyone. She had learned enough from her husband to know about Trainers and their dreams, and she knew she couldnt let this culminate, or Harper would simply run away. Now she knew that the girl would at least call. She watched her daughter walk down the hill into Escennia for the last time in a while, and sighed to herself. She glanced to Guinevere. Now its just you and me, she murmured. The three-year-old gave her a look, and whined for her mother to serve breakfast.



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From the Diary of Harper Pendragon
Dear Diary,

Ive decided to keep up with writing, because, hey, these words might be worth something some day! Saleh and I just left from the house, and I cant help but worry. My mom is alone now, except for Guinevere (but she doesnt count), and I feel bad. Hopefully Hector and me calling her from time to time will keep her happy, because I cant bear to see her sad. I will write often. Sometimes I think that writing all this down, like you were listening, is partly what keeps me sane.

And so we go.



Aims of the Freeform:

* Abra, male, Level 5 as a starter.
* For the Abra to maybe have some Egg moves namely 1-3 of the Fire/Thunder/Ice Punch.
* All those lovely starter items.
* Fun. :P Thanks for reading.
Edited by Alexandra, May 16 2009, 01:45 PM.
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I'm not grading this without getting a few answers fisrt. Are you starting over? Did you get permission to start over out of Escennia or something? Special permission to skip the lab? Your last Home post was using a male character so I'm confused.

Clarify what you're doing and then repost this in the directory. Until then I won't be looking at this again.

Thanks!
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I've got permission for all of this from Elijah. Yes, I am starting over. Yes, I did get permission to start out of Escennia. The reason why I didn't specify that is because I thought he was going to grade this I don't have any issues with anyone else doing it, though. (:

I'm sorry that this was unclear for you.
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
OK, now that I know whats going on this makes much more sense. Never assume the person who approves your free from will be grading it because, as is the case now, that person is overwhelmed with his real life work and cant dredge up the time to look at anything. So, to be safe, always give some sort FYI at the start of your post. Helps oodles.

Now on to the good part.

Given that this was a home post, I found the diary flashback format refreshing and well orchestrated. No alarming errors that kept me reading through non-stop, and interesting enough to keep me reading. Im also pleased to not have to worry with the boring lab posts that typically follow. Different can be a good thing!

You have my ok for having your level 5 male abra. It will have 1 :happiness . You also have all your typical starter goodies, the 5 pokeballs, the pokedex, the pokenav, and the escape rope. All standard for a starting home/lab post and none of the above detracts from youre final score. Isnt that awesome? Normally requesting a special pokemon would detract from your award, but not today because Im in a particularly good mood and all for promoting board activity.

Your award.

Pick one of those egg moves and take 2,000z
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Again, sorry for the assuming. D: I've been a real bother.

But thank you so much for grading this for me I'm very, very appreciative, and excited to move on. Thanks again! <3

And I am making use out of this post. >_>;



Once at the bottom of the hill, Harper was met with a strange feeling of freedom. It was pretty scary at first, actually as massive and overwhelming as a tidal wave looming over you. But she was sure that she could handle it, though. She was a smart young girl, and she had her best of friends slung across her back, ready to help. So, it was more like facing a huge tidal wave... if you were a fish, and could manage to make it through.

She pawed through the zenni that she had accumulated in her savings. It wasn't too much, she noticed with a frown. Not enough for what she needed... and she didn't want to spend all that she had! Running around in the Legacy region, penniless, was not a way to start out.

"Saleh...?" she asked. The Abra moved slightly on her back she noticed its head tilting. A general sense of questioning, like a question mark floating in her head, appeared. The young Psychic's form of communication. "Do you think you can manage to stay fightin' in a battle for a little while? You can't heal yourself, I know."

The Abra was still for a moment. Harper was about to ask if he had fallen asleep, but then she felt him nod. He then sent her an image of a red-roofed Pokmon Center.

"Right," Harper giggled. "We can always go to a Center and get you healed up. Absolutely right."

A feeling of gratitude and love wandered in now, and then faded off. She knew that the sleepy Pokmon had fallen asleep once more.

"Okay, on we go," the determined young girl murmured, and trekked for the first time out of her home town, alone.

Also distributing 2.4 :gexp on Saleh. He becomes Level 6, 1.4 exp.
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