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"Strong Pokemon, weak Pokemon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled trainers win with their favorites" - Karen, E4
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| Space Jawa | Apr 8 2010, 09:51:24 AM Post #1 |
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“You did good, you know that?” Morgan said as looked Jade in the face. There wasn’t much else FOR him to look at, with the sandshrew sitting on the table smack dab in front of where the photographer had put his head down. “San!” she said with a cute little smile, before lying down on her stomach, leaving her nose mere inches from her trainers face. “Uh...little close.” He said. “Scooch back a bit, will ya?” Turning her head to look behind her, or at least as much as she could given her position, she pushed against the table and put a couple extra inches between the two. “Ran?” “Yeah, I guess that works.” He said, accepting the extra space. After Mario had taken a beating fighting the personially-flat biker guy, Morgan had moved quickly to get the fire lizard to the Pokémon center. Not surprisingly, he wasn’t the only one with a Pokémon who need to be made better. So while his charmander was essentially waiting for treatment while more serious cases were taken care of first, he had taken a seat outside the building and was waiting for news that he was better. Already worried about the charmanders mindset from before the battle, he didn’t want to tempt things if he happened to be elsewhere when Mario was healed and risk what that might do to him. “Hey, Jade, can you help me with something?” he said to the sandshrew. “San-san!” “I think Mario might not be doing well with his current record. Feeling down and things. Mind helping me try to keep his spirits up when he gets back?” “Ran ruu-ruu. San!” Well, that was about as close to a ‘yes’ as he expected he could hope to get. It was hard to tell for sure, given the language barrier. [304/304] |
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| Usar | Apr 8 2010, 11:58:13 AM Post #2 |
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"What am I going to do with you two?" Brandon was not having a very good day. "You both have heard the warnings on what may happen to you while we're on this island." It started with that damn headache that the three of them had gotten once they stepped off the helicopter and only got worse from there. He stared down at the two rather battered looking Ralts in front of him, "You both knew that you would lose some control over your strength while you were here, so what possessed you to start horsing around like you usually do?" Almost immediately, a storm of rather high pitched squeaks started along with copious amounts of finger pointing as each of them tried to push the blame on the other. It would've been funny and cute in any other situation, but the stress of his first day on Althea combined with the fact that he still had that headache from earlier meant that he wasn't in the mood for their shenanigans. "Ralral-" "Rallllllts" He squatted down to be closer to eye level with the squabbling pair. "Max!" A pair of amber colored eyes looked at him quizzically, "Ral?" "You should have known better than to try and use Future Sight on Sam. Even if you intended it to be a light shove, she could've been seriously hurt if I hadn't caught her!" The 15 mile-per-hour flying Ralts to the head hadn't helped ease the headache any, and he saw the grimace of pain when she put any weight on the left leg. He turned his head a little and caught Sam sticking her tongue out at Max, confident that she was in the right on this one. He leveled a glare at her, "You're not completely innocent in this one either, missy! If I hadn't cushioned the two of you from that fall, you both would've probably had worse damage than some bruises and a sprained ankle." Having a pair of falling Ralts dropped on him didn't help the headache either. He continued, "You two should consider yourselves lucky that one of the Regis weren't around to see this or this would have been a lot bigger issue. Now until you manage to regain a semblance of control, any fights you two get into had better not be with each other, clear? "Ralts!" "Ralts!" The sight of the two at least looking sorry about their fight softened him up a little. "Let's get to the Pokémon Center to get that ankle fixed." He scooped Sam so she could ride on his shoulder and started off to the center, Max following behind him. ------------- "What do you mean, 'there's going to be a three-hour wait'? I've got a Ralts that needs to be looked at here!" The desk worker shook his head and gave him a tired look,"This is the only Pokémon Center on the island. This is a dangerous island. Put two and two together and you get the fact that we're full up with Pokémon that have actual injuries, not some bumps and bruises or small sprains. Either wait the three hours, buy a couple of potions, or let it heal naturally." Brandon was going to continue to argue, but then he felt a small tug at his ear. "Ral." He saw Sam pointing at the door. "What, you want to leave? I thought you had a sprained ankle..." When he saw the small blush cross his Pokémon's cheeks, he knew that he'd been had. "I'll get you for this one later Sam, I really me-" He realized that he was about to explode at Sam in the middle of the center so took a deep breath and could feel his anger draining away. "I'll deal with this later, let's just go and figure out what we need to do next." He turned and walked out, not noticing the receptionist roll his eyes at him. Noticing some tables outside the building, he went and sat down near a trainer and his Sandshrew. He looked at his two troublemakers and sighed, "So what are we going to do you two? We still need to find somewhere to stay, as well as figure out something to keep us occupied for the time being." [708/708] ((OOC:Thanks for providing the prompt Jawa, it made things easier to write)) |
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| Space Jawa | Apr 8 2010, 12:35:27 PM Post #3 |
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Morgan’s eyes perked up as he heard mention of someone who sounded like they had their hands full. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but Jade took care of that problem easily enough. She too took notice of the trainer and his Pokémon, and stood up to look at them before bouncing off the table to introduce herself. ****Jade**** Being as young as she was, there were a lot of things in the world she hadn’t seen yet. She was growing and learning quickly, but still at the point where most new things she encountered filled her with an undeniable curiosity. Such as the two dome-heads nearby. It was a new species to her, and she wasn’t used to seeing two of the same kind of Pokémon together like that when they were following a trainer around such as she did with Morgan. Leaping to the bench and then to the ground, she trotted over to where they were located. “Hiiis!” she said, standing up and waving her arm. “I am Jade!” ****Morgan**** Watching Jade head off, he refrained for moving once he saw she wasn’t going very far. The Pokémon was still close enough where he could quickly intervene if he needed to, and he wasn’t feeling up to wasting energy on her if she wasn’t either making trouble or in the process of getting into it. “They’ve got rooms for free.” He said, responding to the question he heard the ralt’s trainer wondering about lodging. “Just walk into one of the housing buildings and I’m sure you’ll find someone who can help set you up in no time.” [271/575] |
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| Usar | Apr 8 2010, 09:14:41 PM Post #4 |
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---Brandon--- Brandon tensed up as he saw a yellow blur bounce off the table towards Sam and Max, but relaxed when he saw it start to slow down. A voice intruded on his examination of the blur, “They’ve got rooms for free. Just walk into one of the housing buildings and I’m sure you’ll find someone who can help set you up in no time.” He looked at the trainer who responded to his question. "Well, he looks like an alright guy." "Thanks for the advice, I'll probably head off that direction as soon as our Pokémon are done chatting. In the meantime, any ideas for the second part of my question?" He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, "We made such a snap decision to come to Althea, I never got the chance to do much research on the island." ---Sam and Max--- They were musing over their trainer's question when they felt a disturbance in the force. They turned towards it and saw a young Sandshrew heading their way. It stopped, stood up, and waved. "Hiiis! I'm Jade!" They stared. "Could you quiet down a little? I have a headache and that shrill shriek isn't making it any better!" Max glares a little, then flinches when his sister Sam smacks him on the back of his head. "Sam, be nice!" She turns back to Jade and introduces herself, "I'm Samantha, but call me Sam, and this is Max. Sorry he's such a grouch, he's just mad that he got in trouble earlier." Max protests, "You got in trouble too!" "But I'm not taking it out on someone else!" She turns to Jade, "Sorry about that, we tend to fight with each other a little bit. Anyway, what's it like on the island? This is our first day here." [307/1015] Edited by Usar, Apr 8 2010, 09:15:20 PM.
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| Space Jawa | Apr 8 2010, 11:33:34 PM Post #5 |
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Not only one to make rush decision to come Heard others mention the same; detect theme Are we all so quick to make such judgments? “Funny you should mention that.” Morgan said, sitting up and better facing the trainer he was talking to. “I didn’t do too much research before coming myself. If you want to get technical, I’m even much of a Pokémon trainer. Heard about the tournament and when I found out what Althea was, it sounded like an opportunity for a story, and to get away from the real world for a while…” His voice kind of trailed off as the thought brought up memories of Lara. She had been about the final shove that had pushed him past any reservations about the place, and thinking about the specific memories that came up served no point beyond being counter-intuitive. “I’ve been trying to review the materials they were giving out since I got here, though.” He said, trying to change what his mind was focused on. “Oddly enough, I’m getting more questions than answers out of it. Planning to locate some staff people and see if any of them have any answers for me, but until then, I may very well be about as in the dark as you are.” Has anyone else noticed the irregularities yet? Should talk to others, see if anyone else is seeing things like I am or if I’m just being paranoid. “Oh, one thing.” He said, remembering the previous night and deciding it would be good to pass his experience on, just in case the guy was a newer arrival than even Morgan. “When they tell you you should be inside at night, listen to them.” ****Jade**** Jade giggled as she watched Sam smack Max and the argument between them that followed. She really didn’t follow much of their conversation, but she did pick up on a few things – their names, that Sam was nicer than Max unless there was something happening involving Max, and her question. “I only be here one night.” Jade said, answering the question as best as she could, only to start to ramble as she went on. “Night bad here. Thing with wings attacked! It hurt Mario! Mario is my friend. But I attacked wing thing and made it run away. Morg liked that. Then we ran inside and I rewarded self with sleep. It was nice. But then later I wake up, and stuff happen, and Morg going somewhere to fight someone. Mario said we were going to make Morg happy, but then chop monster beat up Mario. I didn’t like that. So I beat up chop monster and do CRAZY GLOWING THING! I don’t know what it was but it was cool. It stop hit and stuff. I like it here so far but I don’t know if you do or not.” Sitting down, but still looking at Sam and Max, Jade took a moment to breath. However, before either of the Ralts had an opportunity to let out any kind of reply, she added on a little extra. “You be Jade’s friend?” she asked with a wide smile on her face. [528/1103] |
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| Usar | Apr 9 2010, 06:56:57 AM Post #6 |
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---Brandon--- “Oh, one thing. When they tell you you should be inside at night, listen to them.” Brandon's eyebrows went up, "Bad experience? Wait, don't answer that, it's not my place to ask." Something the other... 'Well, he's not a trainer. He said he was a writer... Aha!' Brandon got a deliciously evil idea at that point. A way to get back at his parents for all the shit they put him through while simultaneously safeguarding his future against them and their frickin' meddling and chasing. Letting out a small cackle, he studied the writer a little more closely, then leaned forward and spoke, "Pardon me for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Brandon Slick, and the two that are getting acquainted with your Pokémon down there are Sam and Max. Sorry about the cakle, but that happens every so often when I figure out a way to give my parents a little payback for the way they treated me as a kid." He took a quick breath and continued, "Mr. Writer, you say you came here looking for a story, and I'll tell you one if you'd like. After that, I'll have a proposition for you that could benefit the both of us immensely." He leaned back and asked, "So want to hear my story? I'll try to keep it short." ---Sam and Max--- “You be Jade’s friend?” Sam and Max sweatdropped. "How is it possible for something so small to have such a large lung capacity?" "Uhhh, sure we'll be your friends... Unless you have a problem with it Max?" The look on Sam's face made it clear that there better not be a problem with it. Max looked up from rubbing the sore spot on his head and saw the look he was getting, "Nope, no problem at all!" Sam smiled, and Max relaxed once he saw that she had stopped clenching The Fist of Smacky Doom. He looked at Jade and noticed how small she was, "You got into two fights yesterday and won them both? How did you manage that with being such a pipsqueak?" "Max!" [338/1353] |
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| Space Jawa | Apr 9 2010, 09:36:31 AM Post #7 |
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Morgan couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at Brandon. He seemed a nice guy, and he didn’t give off anything that made suspicious overall, but the cackle gave him pause. He couldn’t recall any time a cackle like that was a good thing if it wasn’t coming out of him. And the way he mentioned his parents… Brandon Slick – keep story in reserve, considering use carefully. Pre- “Well, I am looking for interviews and getting other people’s stories about being here.” He said. Even if he couldn’t count on the story as being reliable or printable, it was still better to have it and not use it than to turn it away out of suspicion and miss out on something good. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a pad of paper, a writing tool, and readied himself to write down what Brandon had to say. “So tell me, what have you got?” ****Jade**** Jade simply giggled at Max’s comment, failing to understand that he was poking fun at her. “I not win both yes-yester-yeh, last day, silly. Only one happen before sleepy time. Other happen today! Mario helped. As did glowing thing! It was crazy fun!” She giggled a little more, then continued. “I hope you learn how to do glow thing. You Jade’s friend now, so I want you to have crazy fun thing too. I’m glad we friends.” [243/1346] Edited by Space Jawa, Apr 9 2010, 09:37:03 AM.
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| Usar | Apr 9 2010, 11:28:37 AM Post #8 |
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---Brandon--- Brandon smiled. "You know, it's going to be good to get at least a little bit of this off my chest." He took a deep breath, then sighed, "Though in the retelling it may lose a little something." "It began with my parents. They were traveling companions while they took the Kanto, then Johto gym challenges. Along the way they fell in love and married soon afterwards due to a small anatomical *ahem* known as me. They never got to challenge the Elite Four before having to retire, and it was always something they regretted." He paused and took another deep breath before continuing, "That regret manifested itself when I was about 6 years old, in the form of new and shiny toys, lots of books with action, a lot of retelling of their glory days, and after school classes on Pokémon. I was cool with it, attention is always good and I didn't mind playing around with my dad's Arcanine for extra credit (I was a bit of a geek, even back then)." A pained look flashes across his face, "But when I turned 12 and my dad dropped me off at the Pokémon Center to get a starter Pokémon, I realized that I really didn't want to be a trainer. I didn't feel like camping out every night, and I didn't feel up to having responsibility for someone else's life. I walked from the Center to school, and when I got home that night, I was rather shocked to find that our belongings had been packed up and my parents were waiting for me downstairs, dressed in traveling clothes. They were rather shocked to find out that I hadn't gotten a Pokémon at the center, and even moreso that I didn't want to become a trainer." "That was the beginning of the end as far as a normal home life goes. Any questions so far Mr. Writer?" ((OOC: I'm going to do this in a couple of parts to prevent a big wall of text and allow for some character interaction. I figure I'll RP Sam and Max talking to Jade once I finish the story.)) [320/1666] Edited by Usar, Apr 9 2010, 11:29:38 AM.
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| Space Jawa | Apr 10 2010, 01:26:23 AM Post #9 |
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Parents trainers pushed to go on traditional journey, didn’t want to trouble ensued (See interview notes for greater details) As Morgan listen to Brandon’s story, he couldn’t help but feel like he was looking at a parallel to himself in some manner. Another ‘trainer’ who had been pushed to pick a Pokémon and travel the world even if though that wasn’t what he really wanted, except in Brandon’s case, those who had pushed him hadn’t been as receptive to his decision, and had more power for their displeasure in the decision to make an impact. It left him with some measure of sympathy for the young man, even if he still held reservations about using the information he was obtaining for his article. “No, no, keep going.” Morgan replied. “I’ll save my questions for the end.” [136/1482] |
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| Usar | Apr 10 2010, 03:28:59 PM Post #10 |
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---Brandon--- “No, no, keep going. I’ll save my questions for the end.” Brandon nodded, "I'll try to hurry it up, then." He thought for a second and continued, "My parents, while disappointed, just nodded and began to unpack. I went to bed that night thinking that things were going to be alright." He let off a derisive laugh, "Oh how wrong I was. It was subtle at first, small comments, things out of order in my room, items appearing where they didn't belong, that sort of thing. I got a job delivering papers after school since the rather generous allowance I had been getting 'mysteriously' dried up, and things pretty much stayed the same until my thirteenth birthday." Brandon smiles a bit as he remembers, "I have to say, I was pretty excited, since had I woken up and seen the kitchen table just loaded with presents of all sorts of shapes and sizes. I raced home from school that day, what kid wouldn't? I got home and saw my parents sitting there, I asked if I could open my presents and shouted with glee when they said yes. I tore into the packages and... I stopped. 'What the hell?' I remember thinking. Each and every thing I had in front of me was for training Pokémon. Potions, elixirs, pokeballs, berries, even a tent and backpack." He sighs, "I looked at my parents and they were all smiles and hugs and laughter, 'Ready to go son?', 'We figured you'd finally be ready to leave for your journey now, when do you want us to get started?' They didn't realize that I didn't want to become a trainer, didn't want to leave home where it was safe. I felt kind of numb and just nodded and played along and at the end of the night I gathered up everything they had gotten me and walked up to my room to be alone for a while." Brandon takes a breath, and shakes his head, "My denial that year is when it went from bad to worse. After that, every year my treatment by my parents would get a little harsher. What had been items relocated in my room became items that were just missing, and the year after that, the missing items became defaced and scattered around my room. The little bit of coldness I got from my parents increased to stares and muttered conversations that year, then to them completely ignoring me. I ended up cooking for myself, doing my own laundry, and paying for my own clothes and school supplies. It never reached the point of abuse, but I was basically living as a stranger in my own home." He lets a sad smile cross his face, "You know what the worst part of it is, though? Every year on my birthday I became a person to them again. They would cook a big dinner for me and there would always be lots of presents and money and smiles. I guess they thought that if they applied the stick hard enough and dangled a big enough carrot on the end, they would get what they wished, the chance to go with me on my 'journey of a lifetime'." He sighs again and continues, "I'm just glad I managed to get that paper route. It didn't provide a lot of money, but combined with what I got from returning all the trainer-related stuff my parents got me to the PokeMart it was enough to get by on. Things would've probably continued on in that vein for a while if it wasn't for that damn Houndour..." Brandon runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath, "About six months before I turned 16, I had to give up my paper route. I was traveling through a back alley to drop off a paper and I stumbled upon a feral Houndour. I froze for a second and turned to run when it leapt and got my left leg in its jaws." He pats his left leg, "Let me know if you need to doublecheck the scar." He shakes his head, as if to clear it out, and moves on "Anyway, it had let go of my leg and was going for my throat when all of a sudden I see a flash of white drop on my my head and then I was out in the middle of the main street without traveling the intervening distance. Though we hadn't met yet, Sam saw what had happened and managed to teleport me out of there before I got my throat torn out. That was the first time I owed her my life and certainly wasn't the last." He winces a little as he continues on, "I tried like hell to deliver my papers the next day, but whenever I'd get near an alleyway I'd start getting panicked. As you may be able to guess, that is a little bit of a barrier when walking in a city. I had to quit my paper route but thankfully I had enough cash saved up to get my be while I waited to turn sixteen so I could get an hourly job." Brandon leans forward a bit and resumes speaking, "If we fast-forward to my sixteenth birthday, that's when my life got shattered. My parents did the whole 'lets-treat-Brandon-like-a-human' thing and I opened up my presents before school so I could return them and top off my cash reserves on the way there. I was headed to the PokeMart with a bag of supplies on my back when I passed the alleyway where I had gotten attacked. Back then, I always looked down that alleyway to make sure nothing was going to come out and try and eat me again, and normally there wasn't anything there. My birthday was an exception to that rule. I froze once I recognized the form of a Houndour, started to run, but then relaxed as I saw it wasn't even looking at me. Still shaking a little, I looked to see what had its attention and noticed the two piles of red and white rags it was gnawing at. I had started to move on when my brain made the connection between those piles of rags and the general shape of a Ralts." He points towards Sam and Max, "That's when I caught those two. I didn't really want to go anywhere near that damn dog, but at the time, my mind had filled itself with rage for the fallen. I sprinted down that alleyway while someone screamed with my voice and I booted that damn dog at least 15 feet through the air. I had at least temporarily vanquished my fears as I slid to a stop near the two still forms on the ground. I was going to start to cry, nothing could be alive with that much blood splashed around, but then I noticed there was still blood flowing, they were still breathing. I needed to get them to a Pokémon Center but they wouldn't survive the trip. My mind raced through all the old classes I had taken as a kid and then I remembered that Pokeballs could be used to put a Pokémon in stasis. I grabbed the first two I could find in my bag and used them on Sam and Max." He winces again, "True, I probably had enough potions and revives to at least stabilize them so I didn't need to use the balls, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight at that point in time. Very shortly after I had the two secured tor my run to the Center, I wasn't thinking at all. I had forgotten about the pissed canine that had gotten up from my kick and I barely avoided getting a matching bite mark on my right leg as I booked it out of that alleyway." Brandon frowns as he recalls the events in the center, "It was tense for a few hours there, they had to call in the full trauma team due to the amount of damage and even then it was touch-and-go for a while. I remember the glares I got from the receptionist before I explained that they were wild before I had to bring them here, and no it wasn't my Pokémon that did any of the damage to them. I stayed the night there while waiting for the results of the surgeries, and finally got the chance to talk to the two I had saved in the morning. They wanted to go with me. I tried to convince them that they didn't really want to stay with me, that they would be better off in the wild doing whatever they pleased, but they refused." He chuckles, "On a side note, never get into a situation where the both of them are giving you puppy-dog eyes, you'll never stand a chance." He sighed and continued on, "I got home later that day with the two of them riding on my shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I remember the looks of shock on my parents faces, the hope they had in their eyes as they pushed me about what had happened. I related the events of the last two days to them and promptly collapsed in bed afterward. I managed to last two whole weeks with their constant pushing and lecturing before ten years of built up anger unleashed itself. I wrote out a small note and packed everything I had, including the Pokémon supplies that had been the bane of my existence, and managed to get on the train to Goldenrod City before they had woken up." He shakes his head, "I thought I was free and clear to start a new life without their constant pressure and harping. I figured that I would find a job somewhere that would support the three hungry mouths I now had to feed, and just go on from there. That plan went straight out the window when I opened the door of my hotel room to see the smiling faces of my parents." He gets a sheepish look on his face and rubs the back of his neck, "This next part probably won't make me sound pretty good, but the shock of seeing them along with the fact that I was still pretty angry led me to knock my father out with a right to the chin, slam the door in my mother's face, throw my stuff in my bag, and then ask Sam to teleport us as far away as she could. I ran that day, and kept running for two damn years as they chased us across Johto and Kanto. I could never stop since that would mean that they would catch up and I would have to deal with the myriad of issues I have with them, so until I could deal with it, I kept running." He sighs, "And here we are. In their haste to catch up with me, they've committed a laundry list of small crimes. I have a clean record so once I learned of the restrictions to enter Althea I got on the next chopper here. It's pretty stupid of me to come here with two psychic Pokémon that I care about, but the three of us agreed on it, and we were weary, so weary from the running that we just had to stop." He closes his eyes for a second to blink away the excess moisture from his eyes and finishes, "So that's my story. Any questions before I tell you how you might fit into it?" [1956/3622] ((OOC: Let me know if I need to fix any formatting or grammar issues since this is my first time writing so much dialogue. Also let me know if this seems like a little too much whining and drama. Also, since this character is based largely from myself, please know that none of this ever happened an I had an excellent childhood.)) |
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| Space Jawa | Apr 11 2010, 04:37:16 PM Post #11 |
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Wow? Real sob story – has issues; has reason to if story true As Morgan listed, it was near impossible not to feel sorry for Brandon. It also left him nearly forgetting to jot stuff down once or twice as he listed to how outrageous it all sounded. If it wasn’t for the fact that it sounded too real, for an absolutely complete lack of a better word to use, he would have written the entire thing off as too much to be true. “Uh…Hmmm.” He thought as he considered if he had something ask. The guy was pretty detailed about it all, which didn’t leave much to ask about. Well, except for one glaring thing as he considered the length of it. “Yeah, I think I thought of one.” He finally said. “What took you so dang long to speak up and tell someone? No other relatives? No one you trusted to let them know what was going on? There has to have been someone who you could have asked for help.” [173/1655] |
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| Usar | Apr 11 2010, 05:42:47 PM Post #12 |
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---Brandon--- Brandon sighs and rubs his face with his hands. "Yeah, I could have spoken up earlier, talked to an Officer or a Nurse or my Boss or my Principal, but what would that have done? In retrospect it's obvious that I was in a bad situation and that probably would've fixed it, but back in the day I didn't see it that way." He thinks for a second and continues, "Let's see if I explain this in a simple manner. You've heard the one about how they manage to boil frogs, right? The issue with just dropping them in when the water's all nice and hot is that they'll just jump out and now you have frogs all over your kitchen. Some clever bastard figured out that if you start with the frogs in a pot of cool water and gradually heat it up, they'll sit in there until they die. That's what it was like. It happened so gradually that by the time I realized that what they were doing was wrong, I was hiking my way across the continent to escape them." He nods, "I mean, even at that slow increase there was some part of me that knew from the start that normal families didn't act that way, that I needed to get help, but it was drowned out in my head by the kid who loved his parents and didn't want to leave them, that socially enforced inner child with Stockholm Syndrome." "Anything else?" [249/3871] |
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| Space Jawa | Apr 11 2010, 06:20:15 PM Post #13 |
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Morgan slowly nodded as Brandon gave his reply. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one, I know what you mean. I suppose it’s easier to look in and make that call than as the person who actually has to deal with it.” Looking at his notes, he considered trying to say something about it not being too late to talk to someone who could help or some other piece of advice which could make the situation better, but he decided against it. As things were, it was probably best for now if the man was free to consider his own history now that he had spoken it out loud. That in itself was helpful, and maybe it would give him the spark he needed to stop the process of running away and begin to actually look the problem in the face and fix it. “No, I think that’s it for right now. You had something else you wanted to say? [158/1813] |
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| Usar | Apr 11 2010, 06:34:43 PM Post #14 |
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---Brandon--- Brandon smiled. It wasn't a very good smile, but after letting off some of the stuff that had been bothering him it was more than he could have hoped for. "I guess the truth does set you free." He snapped out of his musing and spoke, "Right. The reason I told you my story is so you could understand where this proposal is coming from." He takes a deep breath and clenches his fists. "I've decided that I'm going to win it all, the whole damn tournament on this screwy island. I'm going to be able to stop running and recuperate while I'm here and that means it's time to strike back. Hearing that you were looking for a story gave me the means to do it." He gazes off, unable to look at the writer while he continued speaking, "What I want to offer you is a story to write and a partner in figuring out this mess. What I get out of it is simple, I get to step off that helicopter back onto the mainland when this is all over, track my parents down, and give them each a signed copy of whatever you write. I get to see the look in their eyes when they realize that I have accomplished more than they ever could and I did it while completely ignoring them. I get my peace with them and can move on from my past." He looks back at the other trainer with a fire in his eyes, "So what do you think Mr. Writer man? Feel like helping slay a few demons of my past?" [272/4143] Edited by Usar, Apr 11 2010, 06:36:15 PM.
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| Space Jawa | Apr 11 2010, 08:59:41 PM Post #15 |
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Story may not be as reservable as first thought; carefully consider how used Be careful not to let this overshadow main reason/story here for On the bright side, what Brandon had requested wasn’t nearly as bad as what he had worried about. All he wanted was a story Morgan would write and sign, no doubt to ensure its validity it so his parents wouldn’t think he made it all up on his own. And in exchange, he’d get someone to help him sort things out. While he didn’t see the need for someone to help him out in that manner yet, he had a feeling that he very well might be in need of some dedicated allies before his time here was through. And Brandon’s story itself could make for a great supplemental or bonus article once his main piece was finished. Not to mention that if Brandon was the ultimate victor, Morgan would no doubt have first dibs on interviewing him, still yet another piece just waiting to be written. “I’d say deal, except you’re going to have to clarify something for me. If you want a copy of the piece I’m already wanting to write, I can absolutely do that. If you’re looking for a separate article, however, you’ll have to be willing to wait until my main article is finished. If you can agree to that, I’ll agree to your deal.” “By the way” He said, realizing he had never given his name. “You can call me Morgan.” He reached out as far as he could towards the fellow competitor without getting out of his seat for a handshake, though it was pretty clear to him that even if Brandon did the same, it just wasn’t quite far enough to reach. “Morgan Grant.” [296/2109] |
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