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Post by windra on Jul 6, 2008 12:06:24 GMT -5
+ -- "Read no history: nothing but biography, for that is life without theory." -- Benjamin Disraeli --
--A Different Kind of Journey--
July 6, 2008
Diary¦ Bojeeze! I'd forgotten that I even had this scraggly old thing. How long were ya sitting there under my dresser drawer collecting dust? How many bugs crawled over you during the years? Nevermind that. It's good to see you again - even though I rarely ever used you to begin with. The last entry in you is dated five years ago, for chrissakes ...
Anyways, since I found you, I might as well use you, eh? After all, there's a couple of strange things about to go down in my life. For starters, I'm leaving Saffron City to begin my own pokémon journey. Neat huh? I dunno where this new starting town is but I'm bound to find out - a lot of kids are flocking there. I'll just follow the masses, ducking along as another nameless face in the crowd.
Nameless? Pshhh, not for long, mate! Hopefully I'll start making a name of myself. Get moving ... get rolling ... get recognition, get respect, the whole deal! And if worst comes to worst and I'm not quite trainer material, I always have the option of getting a full-time job somewhere to afford an apartment of my own. I heard Cerulean is nice this time of year ...
Also have no idea what kind of starting pokémon the new Lab has, but I'm about to find o -
Ooooh! The train's arrived! Metro, here I come!
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Post by windra on Jul 8, 2008 17:56:50 GMT -5
July 08, 2008 You know what? It's official. I hate that god damned town with every breakable bone in my god-forsaken body. Douchebags line every inch of the place. It hate 'em. I hate 'em all and I hope they get struck by a flying car. Pricks ...
Why so angry, you ask?
Put it this way ... they suck.
The entirety of my beginning sucked.
For starters, my train was delayed. Some desperate guy jumped onto the tracks and was splattered all over the place. Lucky me was on the platform when it happened and got an eyeful. I stood there shaking for a long time before somebody grabbed me and practically shoved me on a bench. Sitting down cooled me some. Medics swung by and asked if I was alright. I just kind of nodded - what was I supposed to do? Smile and say, "Yessum, I'll be fine!"? No. I just saw gore flying every-fucking-where. There was an intestine splayed against the train's front. Oh yeah. I was just dandy!
Between cleaning up the body, the tracks, and the train and confirming the identity of the suicidal dude, it took 12 hours for us to actually get where we wanted to go. I didn't wind up in the next town until 3:00 in the morning, by which point I was so exhausted that I just wanted to curl up on the ground and pass out for a couple of hours. I found a bench instead and zonked out there, only to find my ribs being kicked in a few minutes earlier.
This chick had come up to me and, in a fit of rage, decided I was the best punching bag in the goddamn world. So I got pissed and threw my backpack at her. Who the hell did she think she was? Evidently Ms. I'm-So-High-Up-On-My-Horse-That-I-Can't-See-The-Ground saw that my backpack was a 'gift' and took off with it. She threw me $500 and told me to get some rest so that I could show up at the Pokémon Lab when she was in a better mood. You know what? Screw you! Nobody whacks me around. Yer lucky I didn't smash your head in, punk ... because I managed to grab my baseball bat before throwing the bag at her.
She stole my backpack. Oh, don't you worry ... Karma like idiots.
I took her money and left, then found a rock and slept there for about an hour, hung around for a few more, and checked out the town. There was this place called The Patch of Tall Grass and rumors spread like wildfire that people could actually get Starer Pokémon there other than the tradition Laboratory. I took my chances and meandered in, happening upon a Ranger and his Linoone. Nice guy and awesome Pokémon (it nuzzled my hand!). Too bad they were tired, or we could've sparked some conversation or something. I really needed a friendly face at that point and their smiles were enough to revive me. After a brief greeting, we were assaulted by a Wild Pokémon ... Ranger and Linoone went at it, and bam, they caught whatever it was! Next thing I knew, I was getting handed a bunch of items and a Pokéball. Win win!
Now since I had no backpack anymre, I had to cope with the next best thing - a plastic bag I found floating around. None of the stores around the town sold any bags. Yay for me. You suck, Town. The plastic bag'll have to do. I released the Pokéball-entrapped creature and was introduced to my started - a male Drowzee! Not bad, and while not my first pick, his yawn and twinkling eyes warmed my heart up to him rapidly. I opted to dub him Narcissus. Now while this guy was utterly cautious at first, I offered to give him a piggy-back ride (since he seemed stubborn to walk and too slow to keep up with me). Next thing I know, this dude is packed out on my back, snoring away. Aww ...
I stopped by some place to eat. Offered Narcissus some, but he refused. Evidently Drowzee only eat dreams, since he suddenly found himself staring at this guy slumped on a stool, fast-asleep. The man twitched a couple times a few seconds after Narc started watching him, then fell on the floor with a squeak. Drowzee looked away from him mighty fast. And he rubbed his belly! Suspicion confirmed.
On the way out of the shop, I bought a handful of dried meats and an empty water bottle. The meat would probably last me a few days ...
Now, Narcissus and I headed off to Route 1! I picked him up again and for the second time he fell asleep on my back, face burrowed in my hair. We got a significant way down the road before I called for a break. Sitting down and resting Narcissus on the grass, I laid back and enjoyed the sun beating down on my sweating face and the breeze that cooled ... Then a growl. This Poochyena came out of nowhere! And he was sick, because he was stumbling everywhere. Poor guy though we were lunch, but I managed to abate his hunger while Drowzee woke up and tried to negotiate. Fed the wild canine every scrap of the dried meats I had, and he bolted. I'm still worried about him ...
Anxieties aside, I'm off! The next town can't be too far off now ...
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