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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 17 2009, 02:30 PM Post #11 |
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Six chimes from the clock tower in the middle of the city reminded its citizens six o'clock had finally arrived. Serene white and gray clouds lathered the setting sun's horizon, projecting the west clouds in subtle hints of rich orange and pink. Tranquil and cold were the only righteous words for the day's vibe. With the city streets and buildings sprinkled melancholy in heavy doses of white snow, travelers of all sorts racing the streets to find a crowded store with a heater, and the weather broadcasters feverishly warning the outsiders to hurry to their comfortable homes with another possible shower of snow on the way. Through this triad of events there would be no reason in anyone's mind to notice the silhouette of a particular eighteen year old male youth sprawled across a bench located on the corner of a busy street and a dessert café behind. The test of time to show the period of hours he'd lost track of resting there laid in the light frost of snow gingerly fallen across his clothes. He was sure he had rounded a couple well-deserved stares, and found all the amusement he needed with just the heat of their attention. Even Josh wasn't quite sure what possessed him to lay there for such an extended period of time. Though his hands were gloved with thick black gloves they had discreetly lost heat of time and numbed, and so had his feet garnished in plain white and brown sneakers. Dressed in a light creamed-colored hoodie hosting black lines running down the arms and sides with matching pants the whole outfit didn't cater to his needs to keep his body temperature high. It was a rather juvenile thought that the Pokémon inside his Poké Ball would want to come out and keep him company, and he'd rejected the idea from the start. No, the fire hound fastened to the black belt around his waist definitely would detest that. From the beginning of his arrival in the city earlier that day he'd been trying to find a Pokémon Center to grab himself a fresh, free meal and warm bed, but had failed, so he had decided on another tactic. Easily he'd stolen the clothes he wore at that moment from a fancy store with employees who couldn't tell an alarm from a register beep, and found the café to buy a hot coffee. The Styrofoam cup still cradled in his hand, but he hadn't drank much of it and had possibly froze by this point. Josh thought to himself dryly, 'They have a home and I don't." Slowly he shifted his head on the bench's arm and peered out of the hoodie's hood with piercing deep forest green eyes. If one were to remove the hood they would notice the length in the honey brown bangs shadowing the eyes, and the crop of short hair. Recently he'd been trying to slip over the fact he had no where to call a home. He'd been shafted from the only residents he had ever really lived in, but it hadn't exactly been a home in the first place and had been a waste of his time. But still, it had hit an emotional nerve. This could have leaded to a light source of depression on his part, but not one for the latter, he had done the unhealthy method and pushed it away while remaining the same as he always had suiting a cool and calm personality. People continued to hurry past with weary expressions as the night began to darken the sky. Noting their behavior he mentally chided to himself, "Maybe I'll just sleep here tonight and let the winter breath of snow and wind whip me away." And it probably could, considering how slim the male's frame was. |
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 17 2009, 02:30 PM Post #12 |
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My friend and I started a Valentine's Day RP for our characters last night and this intro is Josh looking for a Growlithe for his new girlfriend, Aren. And yes, he can be romantic to other people but me. xD - - - - - Sunlight softly filtered through the tree canopies, giving some brightness to the still-dark forest. The air was slightly cold but not too cool for the chocolate day occasion. It was early, only slightly past dawn, but the eighteen-year-old had found himself awake an hour or so ago before anyone else and had slipped away. In fact, he was not even fully dressed yet; for some strange reason he had kept wearing the black hoodie he normally wore for sleep and the adjoining pants with it to venture into the near dawn. Changing outfits would have alerted someone to him leaving at any rate, so he was not too upset about it. The hoodie actually was pretty warm, but that was not the full reason he had decided sneak off at such an hour. He just really did not have the patience to stay long enough to get ready for the rest of the day; he just had to start searching for his present now. The male had never been the best with giving presents, but this plan was on some level full-proof. However, that still did not steer him away from the idea of Valentine's Day. Josh thought of it as a day to be scared of. It was a special day, the romantic day of the year all the girls squealed over to know what their boyfriends would do for them. Josh had thought of what he could do along those lines for the last couple weeks to even surpass the other men in his position - that was the moral thing to do, right? - but he had no idea of what he /could/ do until they had arrived in this forest. Inspiration had struck just as they had been entering, but he had never let onto it. Staring mindlessly off at the ground had paid off for once - he had noticed a piece of a Growlithe's long, lavish orange fur laying on the ground, half hidden by a rock. At least, it appeared like the silky-smooth hair of it, but it had given him his notion of what his romantic action would be. He was not sure why it had been in such an inconspicuous place, but Josh was thankful it had. So that's where his idea had developed; he was going to search for a Growlithe for Aren. Even though he had such ideas the most important part was that the /last/ thing he wanted anyone to see was him going out so early to try to be romantic. Not even Aren, though it was for her. Under that light blue morning sky he had slowly edged far into the forest to search for that one Pokémon Aren would surely love to pieces. Right at that moment he trudged through a pile of ferns nearly the size of a bush, crouching slightly behind them to peer off into the distance for the cute little fire puppies. It was all he had, save a couple pieces of raw meat they had acquired in the last town, but it would have to do. If this did not work he would have to create a Plan B - which he had not thought of yet, but that besides the point. Valentine's Day - it was just a strange day. Josh really had never paid to much attention to it - only when he had other girlfriends in the past - but today was just special. /Special/ and that was that. Since Aren's favorite Pokémon type was fire it made absolute sense to get her something loving and fuzzy to show his affection. Maybe it would not even like him, but if she was happy with it that was all that mattered. Finding a Growlithe would be his gift; then he would deal with the rest of the day as it came. Hopefully he would find it soon, as well, just to show it off. But that also made him a bit worried. Showing that kind of care was a bit strange to him, but he would mean it. The day was for Aren, /his/ Aren, so there was no question about it. |
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 17 2009, 02:31 PM Post #13 |
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Sand buzzed in every which direction, the air absolutely clogged with the tiny grains of erodded rock. Not even the bravest of soldiers would trudge through a sandstorm as the one raging in the sand ruins of the Houen region; the person trying would surely have no idea where they were and would be buffeted by the increasingly rough winds. The fact was that somebody had to be insane to even step near the place at that moment of time. Not that the male /had/ just wandered into the cruel area, but he had unfortunately gotten himself trapped there while wandering across, luckily finding a hiding spot when it had arrived. He snuggly fit under a bunch of worn, tan-bleached boulders, sitting there with his head down to not catch any of the flying sand particles on his face. Staring out at the thundering sand was enough for Daniel to stomach. Beads of the crunchy sand had clung to his Brunette hair, tething his seawater green eyes with annoyance. Here he had just found himself believing the sandstorms would run light today but then had been contradicted by his own suspicions. It did not assist the situation at all that his attire was rather light and permeable to such weather. The soft material of a green cape lightly tied around his shoulders had been folded into a ball to hover in front of his face so that the howling winds would not accidently slam an unwanted dustball in his mouth. He faced away from a little crink in the boulders, his back turned to it, praying he could leave soon. Not that it really worried him. Afterall, it was not a tornado or hurricane and would not really kill him or anything. The back of a black shirt and black jeans caught some of the the dust, but not enough to shower him in the debris. The seventeen-year-old noticeably frowned, not comfortable at all in his sitting position on the hard ground. Slowly, he peered over his shoulder to get a glance backwards, quicly pushing his face back into the cape before a mass of sand flew at him. It hit his back instead, the gritty sand attack making him more irritated then before. The cuirously-accented male with his Moon Forest complexion of softly slanted features were enough to tell who he was - just a regular teenager from that point of view. That was all to most of the untrained eye, but still he sat there wearing the Team Moon cape for the Magic Department. A bag of supplies sat next to him, safetly tucked before him. Daniel Pure would have rather been in some lush, berry-scented forest at that point with the sun baking down on him on a warm day, but there was not much chance in that today. Instead, he was hot in a blazing desert. He continued sitting there, deciding that he might as well just wait for the storm to be over; that would take a while, but what other choice did he have? None really that involved staying alive or uninjured. |
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 17 2009, 02:41 PM Post #14 |
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Death Note - Scythe (draft project) So, I randomly started writing a Death Note fanfic. Very randomly. I started this a while back and don't really have anywhere else to post it. Basically it's about a girl who is mourning the death of her friend and visits her grave. Giving away the rest would give away possible plot ideas. ^~^ I want someone to read it and /honestly/ tell me what they think of it because I wrote this for a serious evaluation. Even though it's based on Death Note I don't believe you have to understand it to read this story. It doesn't really explain anything about Death Note yet. Heck, I don't even know if this is supposed to be the prologue or end chapter yet. So, can you call this a pilot chapter? And even more shocking is that I don't even know if I'm done with this chapter yet, so it's all but an utter draft. Don't know if it's confusing, seems weird, seems awesome, whatever, I want someone to tell me what they think so I could possibly continue it or figure out where the world I want it to go. So, um, without further delay, read my draft story. - - - - - Death Note - Scythe The autumn air was sweet like a rose, the rain was sour like a spoiled flower. Most of the time graveyards were not so far out in the country, so I did not understand why the wretched one l had to visit was so far out in the country. One of these objects didn't fit, and never would have a befitting settlement. It was cold and dark, and remotely even more noticable because there weren't any streetlights in this part of the countryside. I wasn't sure I had chosen the correct path in time until I had found the sign leading to the cemetery: plain and simple, white with black painted arrows pointing to say where it was. All around besides these lonely signs were fields of burnt yellow grass and large oak trees every couple feet apart so there wasn't much shade. Scents I adored, loved, hated, and couldn't bare to deal with at that moment flooded the nerves in my body so I could barely move; time had stopped. But I had tried - and failed - to tolerate the ride. Winds had picked up before the storm had started, and I had propped an old classical jazz CD in the player to content the empty five-window snow white limo. Stereo sound vibrated my ears and yet it had seemed so far away and distant. Suddenly my destination flashed in the whites of my eyes: a heavy part of the world sat before me in the shape of pointed gates and towering gravestones, but I continued to drive along the cobblestone road with fervent ease. When I had gotten near the entrance I decided to park in a lonely, small field across the road from the front; the tires of the limo squeaked to a rude end after I killed the engine. No sound but my heartbeat in my ears - or maybe that was the patter of rain on the window, softly following from angry clouds. Everything about the scene was set. Late autumn had softly sapped the leaves dry to their ripe, golden brown flavor, the sour rain made the air produce an unpleasantly bitter feeling to the location, and the graveyard tombstones melted every little drop of courage I had stashed into my heart. As much as I had begged myself to try, I was a coward. Being strong was difficult without anyone there, and for days now I'd been forced to sooth myself like a psychopathic killer sitting in a white-room jail cell who just realized what they had done was cruel. But I wasn't evil; I wanted to believe that tempting lie. For the first time that day I hesitated. I had not hesitated to leave without getting permission, I had not faulted when stealing this automobile, and I had not even contemplated when I'd sped here on my own about the people I had left behind to worry. That's okay, they'll worry in the end, too. They'd all cry themselves to pieces and I could cackle at their simplicy in Heaven or Hell. Slowly moving my hand to the door handle I smoothed the tips of my fingers on it to spare myself a bit of time. Only rain washing down the window commerced as my companion in those couple minutes, and felt like an eternity was flooding the area. When I decided it was time I pushed open the door and let the wind slap at me. I withdrew myself from the driver's seat while a spark of lightning flashed the skies, sheening to announce my arrival, but didn't phase a part of me. My feet dragged me to the front of the cometary, but I had to stop before even arriving inside. The doors were closed at this time of the night, but I had not come here to wait for the caretakers to open the scathingly tall and pointed gate in the morning. Throwing my foot over the edge of a lowerest part of the small picket-spiked fence that rested around the resting place I stumbled forward. Something told me that hadn't been an exective plan imeediately, and it didn't manage to save a small part at the side on my jeans to be snagged on the spikes and be ripped. However, the ripping sound and snag barely slowed me down. I stepped on top of the green lawn, and had a certain feeling that I was trespassing on sacred ground. Really, I had been trying to ignore it, but this realization took the surge of stamina I had away. I was morbidly tired, weak, and now soaking wet, head to foot. So much my hair was dripping wet and matted to the top of my head in a crazy mop. At this point one would wish for an umbrella, but I hadn't had that luxury of a choice to acquire one before I came. This was at a cold and dark funeral. My special funeral, a cerebration, or just my mourning time. The whole time I drove here I had complempated which I had planned on it to be, but hadn't come to a conclusion of the fates. Thinking about such depressing matters opened an old wound in me that had never really stitched; a small wince made me regret my lack of strength. My eyes had dark circles around them, and my hands kept shaking and snugged a soft pink coat around my frame. It's funny how I was cold one minute with feat and drenched in hot prespiration of being alive the next. What was hilarious was how such a bubbly and pretty color like pink could make me feel so serene instead of happy. Emotions were funny that way, I guess - you never knew what you'd feel like doing next. Or maybe it was my severe decrease of trying to keep myself sane lately - I had dropped to lower heights. Shifting the small blue bag on my shoulder at that moment I rounded what I had gathered about myself. There were two words to describe all the emotions running through me at that moment. Excited and perturbed were these two, dashed with a sense of loyalty. Slowly I stepped on the muddy ground one step at a time. It wasn't hard to see the one I was looking for - not in a far shot. My eyes didn't dart in circles, didn't twitch, and didn't mourn with grief. I had resolved grief such a long time ago I had a sickness washing over me worse than remorse. Stepping up to the white marble I gazed down at the date and name. The face of the person came into my mind perfectly, and then seemed to blur. For a moment I just let the raindrops hit my body, and roll down my cheeks. Thunder sounded, and a bolt of lightning radiated the heavens above. Was heaven trying to tell me it'd ward anyone away who tried to stop me? It couldn't have been. Actually, it was a nice arrangement. Decorated with a white vase of red, prickly roses in front, and obviously well-dusted, the old stone could pass as being just as new. The remains of someone's blessing to the dead. Jealously had a strange way of foreshadowing its arrival when it almost rose inside my heart, but I slowly swallowed the burning ambitions I had to the pit of my stomach and stayed how I was for a moment. It was okay, someone else was like me and understood the burden. I hadn't done it though someone else was kind in this rotten world - what a pitiful laugh that would force. But that's not what bothered me the most. It was that body under it that had all these powerful effects on me, the kind that just lingered. I'd never loved anyone as much before, and after so long the nagging feeling of the torch to my memories of them was nauseating. Gently, I bent over and picked the vase up, a small splash of water running over my fingers from its tiny enclosure. I sat down with my back against its front and leaned into it very lightly, gazing up at the sky. Raindrops plummeted into my eyes from the puffy gray clouds above and I couldn't see for a moment, but instead I sighed, and then found myself looking back at the gate out of the cemetery. It was the sad rain that came when people were dying. Gray, everything was pure gray looming around me with the rest of the dark colors in my vision of the world. People who laid in darkness could hear even when they were dead. I needed my presence known. "Hi. It's been a while. I sure hope I haven't been forgotten, my friend?" I asked, my voice in every way betraying to be as chirpy and alive as a wanted it to; it cracked and sounded like I had strep throat. That's what you get for not talking for days on end. No, it wasn't a statement - everything about that sentence needed holes patched in to be fulfilled. Truthfully I expected an answer - a direct reply. Either if it was in the normal voice, or a screechy voice that zombies had in old movies I still had anticipation for some type of comment back. A lonely word would have sufficed. Still I received nothing for my exhilarating journey and drolly took comfort in the fact that I had a nice present. Maybe it wasn't good enough that it surpassed a flaunting artifact as a large sum of money, but I had always said "eye in eye for plenty." Lame phrase in every aspect, but it had a very strong sense for my personality. The rain answered me before silence could pile atop the soothing patters, and then I answered myself just to block out the annoying water drips. "Of course not. You wouldn't forget me." Silently I unzipped my bag and reached to fix my grip on something. With my return out I pulled into the air a small blue diary that showed ancient age. Ripped, tattered yellow pages, and on the front in scrawled letters was a word that had been worn away. Strangely enough it wasn't really that old, but it been through rough encounters over seas and land. It was to be expected. "Hey, see, I brought it," I commented with a smile drilled into the nap of my voice, talking to perhaps myself more than who laid in the coffin below. "I know you liked these passages, so I wanted to read you one. It's okay, I have plenty of time." Lies, one after another in a row - it stung. But it was true they had been fond of these passages while alive by their hero. I couldn't just rip that little sense of they had away or mine. There had been a lock at the side, but had broken off, so I could just open it. Flipping through the pages I wasn't even searching for a particular one - all I was doing was just seeing where I landed. Staring at the pages gave me a false sense of old times - nolgalistic feelings, but I pushed those to the sides. Without thinking I stopped and read the first few lines of the top left side; what a perfect riddle to my current situation. The memories of how familiar these words were melted into my mind, and began to open a pit in my hands. They seemed to stretch into heatless baggages and the diary suddenly got lighter resting in my palms. "Here we are. It's titled 'Unmistakable Presence.' Isn't that kind of funny?" I persisted with a rather good sense of humor. Everything for this person - I still wanted everything for them. Clearing my throat of a lump I began plainly and bluntly. "'Today I asked God for forgiveness, and I was rejected. Yesterday I asked for love, and I was told to find it. And tomorrow I'm going to ask for love again, because love is an never-ending story." Blinking rapidly for a second I had to clear my throat again for my voice to break through. Eventually I finished the last couple words. A reaper haunted these words - a dishonestable ghost. 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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 17 2009, 02:44 PM Post #15 |
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Posted by Sarin on Jan 18, 2009, 12:48am Alrighty, on with the critiquing! >=D "...and a wretched place like a graveyard had to be far out in the country." I don't really get that line. Are you saying that literally graveyards must be found in the country? o-o If so, that seems to... well, not really be true. xD "...with feverent ease" Did you mean fervent there? Or feverish? "road from the front," I'd suggest a semicolon at the end of that line. xD 1st Paragraph - As always, I love your descriptions. However, the flow of that paragraph seems a little... off, to me. I don't know, maybe it gives the right feel for what you'd like in this story, I just thought I'd mention it. ^^; "...rain made the bitter air produce a sweet taste" In the first paragraph you said that the air was sweet, and the rain was sour. Is this reversal an accident, or is it because of the new place? It just seems kind of strange to reverse them. "...courage I had dawned into my heart" Dawned seems like an odd choice of word her. Courage they had begun into their heart? "But I wasn't evil, or I wanted to believe that tempting lie." I think a stronger pause would be great here. It's just a matter of style, so perhaps it's just me, but I think a semi-colon or better, a dash, would make it that much more dramatic. Second Paragraph - Even nicer descriptions. xD Also, it really starts to set the mood of the piece. Great job with this one.  "...even contemplated when I'd sped here on my own about the people" I would suggest commas before when and after own. Again, it's just a matter of preference. "Only rain washing down the window commerced as my companion" I'm not sure what word you wanted for 'commerced', but I'm fairly sure that's not a real word. xD "but didn't phase a part of me" I'd put an 'it' before didn't, here. "My feet dragged me to the front of the cometary" I believe you mean cemetary? "the edge of a lowerest part" Another simple typo. Lowest? Lower? "hadn't been an exective plan imeediately" Effective, immedietely? I hope I'm not just putting words in your mouth. ^^; "on my jeans to be snagged on the spikes and be ripped" from being snagged on the spikes and ripped? 3rd Paragraph - Some simple technical errors, perhaps, but all in all another great paragraph. "So much my hair" 'So much that' might flow better here? "My special funeral, a cerebration" Celebration? 4th Paragraph - We finally get a physical glimpse at our narrator. Again again, nothing at all wrong with this lovely paragraph besides a few typos! There were a couple more I neglected to post, if you want you can read through for them. =P5th Paragraph - It's too short to have typos. xD So it's great. 6th Paragraph - See above. xD 7th Paragraph - Same as above, except add to that more beauty in our phrases. Have I ever told you thar I love your descriptions?"Jealously had a strange way" Jealousy? Just another typo. 8th Paragraph - This one makes you wonder. Why is she jealous of a dead person? xD Very interesting, still just as good as the others. 9th Paragraph - See the 7th Paragraph. xD "eye in eye for plenty." Maybe it's just me, but I have no idea what that means. xD;; "But it was true they had been fond of these passages while alive by their hero. " This sentence needs rearranging, I believe. Something like "But it was true they had been fond of these passages, written by their hero, while alive." Because 'alive by their hero' doesn't make much sense, I think. "false sense of old times - nolgalistic " Nostalgic? And that's about it. The 'ending' of the story is great. So my comments amounted to pointing out meaningless typoes, and saying that everything else was fantastic. xD Aren't I such a help? |
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 17 2009, 02:45 PM Post #16 |
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Helpinig me fix typos is my weakness though, so it helps me more than you know. ^^; Thank you Sarin. I wrote this so long ago that it was bound to have countless things wrong, and I fixed the ones you pointed out. My comments go in order as you point them out. No, it means that she did not understand why the graveyard she had to go too was so far out in the country. Not specifically that they /all/ had to be there. I should know, there's a cemetary just a ways down this one road from here. Yet again, there a bunch of farmland past that. Kind of my idea for this story, but this graveyard is really far out unlike the one down the road. I guess I mean fervent. xD I guess I just wanted her to drive there and then get there because I didn't want to linger on it. I know what you mean, I tried so hard to figure out how I wanted that paragraph to flow. I added and took so many things, but I'm not really sure what's missing. It's odd. I think I accidently switch things I rarely mean too. I'll ride the switch as a mix-up and didn't realize I added it again. I think the semi-colon is better suited, too. -will be added onto at some point- |
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 30 2009, 07:51 PM Post #17 |
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I really need more views on my story, Imperfect Moon. I'll post it here. Please discuss anything about it here. If you like it, or what you don't. Status: Ongoing Genre: Pocket Monsters/Pokémon Summary: A new region in civil war causes worry and havoc. However, nothing is as devastating than knowing every day there will be no end to life after a tragic accident. Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4633012/1/Imperfect_Moon - - - - - Chapters: Chapter 1: Details [11/02/08] Chapter 2: Unexpected [12/26/08] Chapter 3: Revival [unfinished] Recent News: Dec 28 2008, 11:22 PM- Chapter 2, Unexpected, is up. May 16 2009, 02:21 PM- Chapter 3, Revival, has been up for a while. Currently revising the first three chapters before writing the fourth. Edited by Super Professor Sarah-nyan, Jun 30 2009, 07:53 PM.
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Jun 30 2009, 08:03 PM Post #18 |
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Excerpt from new story that has no name. Slice-of-life, romance later. Yes, it is based in Indiana. I want a familiar setting that no one really thinks about to make it more interesting. - - - - - Early spring sunlight softly fell over the tiny town, each ray playfully hitting the tops of fragile houses below. A quite atmosphere overlapped the spaced-out neighborhoods, and the muffled sounds of traffic slowly began to flow through the narrow streets. By now, the town had adapted to the sleepy Indiana mornings as they always swung around, and the bitter cold of a forgotten winter seeping into past memories. Warm sunlight seemed to rise the town's residents solely with the promise of a semi-eventful day to enjoy. No one truly wanted to leave the comfort of their homes on that Monday to return to school or work, but, regardless, they still rose to face the familiar warmth of their lives. Days like the one brewing always appealed to Karen in particular. The sunlight that greeted her through her beige curtains every morning possessed its own lively nature and sense of comfort, one that she enjoyed thoroughly. The affection the sun produced for the town during the spring through autumn had a pure ring of care. Though, not everything was completely blissful. Every weekday would not only bring the breath of a new day, but the stress of a new school session. The cycle continued and it was about the same, no matter how many years passed. Before school started, however, she would engross herself in her favorite before-school ritual. She would head out of her house and arrive at the nearby gas station to buy a quick breakfast. Karen ate at home plenty of times, but she usually would meet her friends at the station to walk to their high school. Not only that, but it was no secret that she loved their freshly-made baked goods; they tasted heavenly right out of the oven. It gave her all of the energy she needed for the tedious learning to come, albeit that they were mostly junk food. But that hardly mattered to her. Edited by Super Professor Sarah-nyan, Jun 30 2009, 08:12 PM.
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Nov 29 2009, 08:34 PM Post #19 |
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Chapter One - Hidden Secret By this point she could not bear the heavy strains of stress. There had not been a letter delivered to her home and addressed in her name within the last two week's proximity. It habored plenty for her to imagine, as she had vehmently started to wonder the cause. Her wild anxieties had conjured every predicament and reason why he would not write to her, and the odds definitely were not stacked in her favor. In the slow drift of the last hour alone the teenager had scraped the most logical off-hand possibilities from the useless ones, trying to discover the buried root of the problem from the jumbled state of her confused thoughts. Perhaps he was too lonely and depressed to find the motivation to write, or starved and lacked the essential energy. These were the regular choices which plagued her worried subconcious, but there was also another. The dire word buzzed like a ravenous curse through her mind, shooting through her heart whenever it managed to break through her hopeful wishes. Wounded. Wounded. The lone word physically made the young girl wince in regret when no one was watching, and tasted of bitter dryness to her tongue. If the male was hurt her heart would break to see the explaination of how he'd been hurt in his curvy handwriting, and he was well aware of it. A measley cut to the leg could be the cause of his tardiness to contact her, not to mention more than one stab or bruise causing him torment. She lightly flickered her eyelids in protest to such cruel ideas, shaking her head slightly to clear her entire mind. One chilling solution icily tried to wrap itself around the fragile margins of her thoughts she already had dismissed, the possibility eerily easing from the bottom of her stomach upward in a tiny wave. She merely threw the dark thought aside, shifting her fingers in a clumsy movement through the itchy blades of green grass below to erase it completely. There was no chance she would ever believe such a destiny. Not even the perfect multi-hued puffs of clouds in the early light from dawn could rattle her suspicions. That was it - he was injured and had the nerve to keep it a secret! This would deserve a severe scolding when he returned, and maybe in the meantime she would literally write him a five pound letter expressing her frustrations. He would most certainly have to reply to her then, even if he wasn't the direct one scratching the words on the parchment. Though, it was difficult to be too upset on this type of day: in fact, it was a near happy occasion to celebrate. For the last couple days the only message the surrounding area had received was one from a rain god. Tons of mini storms had raged through in sheer vastness, but now they had scouted out refuge from the tiny forest-clad province of farmers. This was the first dawn in five straight days where a stray speck of colorful light had peeled through the barrier of gray, misty clouds. At first, a breath of relief had been issued because of rainfall finally arriving after a light drought. The drought had forced seveal patches of crops to welt, but the rainfall had done even less to promote the plant life than kill it. The farmer's crops from their house to those acres away were sickly dampened. Damages to equipment and houses had also been accounted for. Lightning had nearly come an inch too close to hit a tree above her house (at least her brother had stated so), and then the Pokémon in the barn set a gloomy, provoked atmosphere as soon as anyone set foot inside. There really was no way out of it, but today possessed one small perk for herself. Her daily chore was to leave for the town and grab a package at the market. Not exactly anything special, but it was a way to escape the tension that had recently surfaced in her household. It was mainly her fault no one had the intention to leave in her stead, or work for that matter to attend to the regular bustle of their own jobs to sort out the mess in the fields. They were all too busy with work; the perilous work that involved her future. With a small huff, the teenaged girl slowly opened her eyes, absorbing the soft light that hit the middle of her pupils. She turned her head to stare straight into the bright sunrise briefly glimpsing over the peak of the horizon in the distance. It instantly made her blink rapidly for a split second and gaze away, blinded momentarily by yellow light. The faint sound of rushing water greeted her ears as she returned from her worried state, and the world around her bloomed back into life. Every morning she did something to this magnitude. She would wake herself up about an hour before the sun rose, race out to the forest past the crop fields, and would lay out on the bank by the nearby river, Reafe Outlet. The shore of the snake-like, flowing river only laid a couple feet away, and sandy-colored rocks protruded from the water's surface. This place was her haven, so to speak, and there was no where more comfortable for her to than laying on the grass resting just past the sand dunes. Long, mid-brown hair sprayed out around her as deep-set brown eyes still stared vacantly into the looming midnight blue sky dimming in the far western sky. If one would notice, she'd appear like a poet trying to find the right etching of words to describe her surroundings. In a sense, this was a way to speak about her trying to clearly understand her thoughts, but it was not the appropriate description. These serious thoughts laced around her mind were ones people just turning of age shouldn't begin to comprehend. Pulling herself to a sudden upright position, she decided to get back to the house early. The trek to Tsaine County would be a long, exhausting one, and it was better to start with fresh hours ahead to spare. Tonight was also her night to help prepare dinner. There would be no excuse to let her family starve because of a sloppy detour. Standing to her feet, she lightly padded down the frilled white dress she wore, plucking a dead leaf off on the bottom. It honestly was a bother to wear such uncolored clothing; the dirt could sink in if she'd laid there long enough, but thankfully had not because of the thick grass. All she needed was to be scolded about her appearance. The refreshing scents of morning dew, flowers, and fresh water filled the air, gradually giving her enough energy to continue. Silently, she tracked her way back to her family's land, and left the Reafe Outlet's quiet bubbling of water ripples behind after a prolonged goodbye glance. The bushy crowns of the trees kept the thin layer of sun that peeked above the river at bay until she reached the cornfield, the main part of their house in the distance. Granted, it was a little over a span of a two mile's walk, but she had no complaints. The way she had decided to travel let her off their land and wouldn't run into anyone else's land (no one was supposed to own the land around the river, or the river itself), and fairly left her to her own devices. Gingerly, she stepped into the narrow walkways within the nearest cornfield. Surprise filled Sarah as she suddenly noticed a shape in her peripheral version; a purple cat was bounding towards her in the mounts of green corn stalks. Frowning slightly, she realized what it was. Not that the Psychic-type made her regret what she had done, but she had hoped to be alone a little longer. “Hi, Sunset,” she managed cheerfully, and smiled to hide her previous thoughts. The Espeon trudged to her side, flickered her forked-tail once, and rubbed her head against the hem of Sarah's dress affectionately. Sarah rubbed the cat's head in return with a few careful strokes of her fingers, and vaguely wondered why she was there. Sunset, or Sun as she informally rather be called, rarely left her side, but at this time usually kept watch over the barn at this shift in the morning. Being the prestigious little worker she was, it was an odd sight. “Is something wrong?” Sarah questioned aloud, now more meaningful. Then she noticed the uncannily joyful mood her Espeon seemed to be in. Sun was exuberantly flapping her tail side to side, and a row of excited calls issued from her mouth. She pranced around Sarah is a slight dance, gazing upward at her expectantly when coming back to her front. Sarah tilted her head slightly, not seeing what was so significant. Was she mistaking excitement for peril? Sun was an odd type, to be honest; she had a distinct guardian prospect about her. The purple-furred cat would snap at anything strange that took one odd step near their barn. Unless she had received a letter all of a sudden there would be no clear reason for this behavior, and that was hardly likely. Sun would not be so animated over that, anyways. The Espeon twisted her tail in the way of their small wooden house. It wasn't an elaborate structure, but was as refined and regal as a farmer's house could possibly be. High beams rose out on its sides, a washed dark brown color covered its exterior, and green shutters on the windows offered an encouraging ranch-style atmosphere. The only strange evidence was that no one seemed to be outside. It was true they were not attending to outdoor affairs, but they were very much working inside on matters she would rather not remind herself of. Though, Sarah could not imagine why any excitement would befall such a tiny establishment. They barely got news unless they went to town, and gossip didn't usually spread on Wednesdays. She mentally sighed, placing her hand on the the crown of Sun's head to pat her once more. Now she was curious, trying to nitpick anything she could remember that would be unusual. Still nothing came to mind. “Let's see what all this fuss is about,” Sarah finally stated plainly, waiting for Sun to lead her to the source of her emotions. Sun leapt back through the overgrown, soggy field again, not waiting to see if her master was following her trail. On closer inspection, Sarah found it funny that Sun had allowed her feet to be covered in mud. Meanwhile, Sarah had to carefully watch the hem of her dress as she walked. The open-toed, wooden shoes she wore didn't get as lucky a treatment. They were old and chipped, however, so it didn't make much of a difference when they collected a small amount of debris at the bottom; she'd probably need a replacement soon. Minutes passed before they neared the solemn little house. Before they'd reached it, Sun backtracked and raced towards the barn instead. Sarah tried to keep pace, but the weather-sensing cat just had more agility. The barn was two times just as large as the house, accompanied with the furnishings of high beams and a whole new coloring. The majority of the barn had the normal clay-red appearance, but a navy blue X broadly painted across it. The first detail Sarah noticed was the wide front door to the barn was ajar. As soon as she noted this, a figure stepped in the doorway, momentarily an imperceptible shadow because of the little light yet above their house. Instead, most of the light was still at the eastern corner of the sky, spreading over the midnight blue that had been there mere seconds ago. The figure took a step or two out the doorway, and waved slightly in an off-hand gesture. "You might have to leave a little sooner than expected, little sister," the slighly gruff voice groused. "There's another storm coming tonight. Maybe even before dusk." The rain god had not halted its thunderstorm assault, after all. It figured as much and made perfect sense. This was the reason Sun was so gleeful. Sunset loved storms, and especially the rain; it was a blessing for her when she could anticipate a storm's arrival. Needless to say, the last couple days had been heaven on Earth for her. "Really? I was planning to leave now, anyway," Sarah returned, a grin sprouting to her face. She reached the doorway, peering up at her brother with a knowing look. "You're never up this early. It's a miracle." Daniel merely shrugged his shoulders in reponse. "Not so much a miracle as it is exhausting," he murmured, lightly stifling a yawn that nearly escape his lips at the same moment. Sarah gave him a triumpant glance which he waved aside, it being too early for such playfulness. Without another word, he stepped back inside the barn, the two newcomers following behind. The stench of hay, Pokémon food, and odors reached the two siblings noses immediately, but it was just a normal smell that they'd gotten the feel for years ago. "Winace is ready to leave." Daniel paused before he continued, trying to find the right words for the sensitive topic. "You know, we wouldn't have you leave at all if we could help it. But-" Sarah rolled her eyes in a mechanical gesture, not impressed with how everyone was treating her like it mattered so much. And now it was even her beloved brother. "Dani, I know," she emphasized, using the variation of his name to sound more childish. "But I don't care. There's nothing wrong with me exerting myself. It's not like he's coming back soon." Daniel frowned at her tone, unpleased with the result. "Sarah-" he tried, but was cut off again. "Don't give me the 'he'll be worried' routine," she breathed impatiently. "If he cared, he wouldn't have left in the first place." A soft pouncing noise came from one of the hay stacks in the corner: a flutter of hay stirred the space, and Sun emerged a minute later, another frenzied kick sending more hay into the sweet-smelling air. She didn't even bother taking a moment's notice to the little spat. Daniel himself didn't try to continue their argument any longer. It was just a waste of time - he'd try to say the same kind words before, but Sarah would never accept them verbally. Yet again, it wasn't as if she understood the true intention of them. Though, he still got the last words about it. "What did you expect him to do about it? In any case, she's ready when you are." Sarah waved her hand at his comment and sailed to the stall with her horse Pokémon. It was one of the Pure family's most prized Pokémon, and Winace couldn't be considered anything less than a true lady's jewel. Winace had the soft red, flaming hair of a champion Rapidash, a grace to her step, and the sweetest personality that could make honey taste bitter - but that didn't even compare to her racing ability. Sarah leaned over the stall and gently traced her fingers on the horse's back to greet her. "Good morning, Winace." Winace snorted a welcome, nudging her nose against her master's arm eventhough she had a full mouth of oats in between her teeth. Sarah noticed that Daniel had walked away in the small exchange, and heard him farther away telling her to come out when she was ready. It didn't take too long to get the proper riding materials fastened and lead Winace back to where she'd met her brother. "Where's Mother and Father?" Sarah asked Daniel, pulling herself upward to sit atop the blanket saddle upon Winace's bare back. She spotted him leaning next to the doorway. Something else accompanied him that wasn't there before; he was carrying a small wooden box and a white envelope. Other than this, Daniel didn't have anything different about him than usual. A calm complexion flexed the softly toned cheekbones in his face, smooth layers of rich brown hair cascaded down his neck, and vibrant green eyes traced the slightest near ocean blue. Something about his posture gave him an untouchable feeling Sarah couldn't quite grasp. "What's that?" Sarah questioned him slowly, casually gesturing towards the box. "Just something I need delivered," he merely drawled. Daniel handed it to her after she'd settled snugly on top of her Rapidash. The polished oak box turned out to be as light as it had appeared, and a red crescent moon crest adorned the fold on the back. Sarah tilted it around a little, wanting to know what was inside. "Don't do anything with it," Daniel warned her after catching sight of her curiousity. Sarah just had the willpower to open the box if really wanted too. "Just hand it to Jinca at the post office and tells her it's from me." "Oh, is it a love letter and gift?" Sarah teased enthusiastically, tucking the two items in a small wicker basket hanging from the side of the blanket. Normally she knew these things before they happened, but this was a new one. Jinca was a couple years older than her brother, very pretty, and wasn't engaged yet. Sarah liked the girl, too, so that was a tip in the right direction for her brother. Daniel brushed her comment to the side, and stared off into the cornfield where she couldn't see his expression. Not the reaction she'd wanted. “Your shoes are dirty,” he instead muttered, changing the subject entirely without a warning. Sarah rolled her eyes; he knew what she did every morning. She was not planning to follow his trick to change topics until she looked down at her shoes, caught off-guard from how much mud was stuck to the bottoms. That was pretty unsightly, though there was nothing she could do about it now. “They're fine. No one in town is going to say anything bad.” “Sure, sure," Daniel assured quickly, turning his gaze back to hers. HIs eyes glittered with teasing. "You didn't step on any of the-?” “I wouldn't step on the crops! I was very careful. You're so mean to me,” Sarah scoffed matter-of-factly. Daniel smirked slightly at her tone. Since everything had not been attended to in the field for a while and was getting overgrown, it was easy to accidently step on something valuable. "Then just get going," he insisted suddenly. "Have a safe trip." Sarah faced forwards, closing her eyes in defiance. "Fine! But you won't hear the end of this," Sarah threatened knowingly. "Come on, Winace, we're going to town, girl." She lightly poked Winace in the side with her foot; the hoofed Pokémon turned sharply to the right and trotted off, the soft clanging of her hooves gliding over the soft foliage as she set away towards a path hammered out in the wooded forest area past the main house. Sun suddenly bolted out of the barn and chased after them to the Rapidash's side, following alongside with a still pleased expectancy of later that night. Watching her off, Daniel noticeably winced at her receding figure. He was no longer thinking about their joking methods; his thoughts drifted far from the light-hearted side of their encounter. For weeks he'd barely paid attention to anything but his own ideas, only pretending to be paying mind when people spoke to him. He felt disconnected from the entire world sometimes, and his growing suspicions weren't helping him concentrate. Sarah may have been worried and frustrated, but he was past that. These days he felt as if a weight had forced itself upon his heart. The whole situation was growing worse, and he just didn't have the resolve to fill her in of the extremities of what was really happening. If he did, he would have to accept them, as well. Daniel stared off into the sky for a moment longer, surprised by how high the sun was when he saw that it was drowning out shadows from the fortress of the distant forest. Awake from his stupor, he decided that now was the right time to continue with all the preparations for the day. Just as he was about to spring a muscle, a voice filtrated throughout his thoughts, interrupting the calmness that was forcefully planted there. "Are you sure that was the best decision?" the voice inquired off-handedly, not missing a beat. He didn't have to double check who it was. There was no mistaking that voice. A couple of footsteps came from the side of the barn, and a silhouette of a woman fluidly walked in visual view. The confidence in her eyes was immeasurable, the part of her not even a fool could dismiss. As much as he wanted to ignore her, there was no doing so. Emma was irritably persistent to whomever she was trying to receive an answer from. Dressed in a formal brown dress, long brown hair pulled into a bun, and an inquisitive rebellion of questions in her brown eyes, the girl was obviously the elder sister of Sarah, though she possessed her own certain facial highlights. "Why wasn't it, Emma?" Daniel whispered softly, a little too lowly for his elder sister's approval. "You know perfectly well!" she shot back unsympathetically, trying to stare him down. Daniel did not have the will to fight back with her, and merely gazed back into her eyes steadily. They'd been over this several times; she loved to corner him when there was no one around to hear the venom in her voice. Emma wasn't abusive in nature, but rather verbally strong. However, she had every right to be this way at this particular moment - he'd done something that would possibly jeopardize his little sister's feelings. "Emma," Daniel managed, keeping himself composed, "she won't find out about them in the city. Relin will meet her outside of the town, and no one would dare say anything about the war in front of him. She'll be happy, until she at least gets back." "That's no guarantee he'll be of any use," Emma chided boredly. It was obvious she thought nothing of Relin meeting Sarah, or him warding away any hurtful words. "You knew they were coming today. Mother and Father are going to hound you until you die if she isn't back and prepared before they arrive at the end of the day. They wanted to tell her tomorrow after she met them, not let her find out from those cold-hearted heathen in the town." She paused, admiring the spark of anger and sadness that briefly flashed through Daniel's eyes, and watched as it quickly dissipated. His face hardened, and he glared straight back at her face, refusing for her to stand down. Emma continued lightly. "They rearranged the details and it's all worked out. And now you're trying to get them together instead?" she asked skeptically. "Relin's not exactly impressive. Bad choice." Couldn't she just keep to herself? If it really was her caring for once, Emma chose a terrible way to express her attitude. Daniel stared at her motionlessly for a moment, not able to come up with a comeback. This was ridiculous. He was the second man in the family and could not even think of a way to tell his older sister off. Daniel did speak eventually, but he didn't realize the threat burning in his voice until it was out. "Why do you even care all of a sudden?" It was the wrong statement to make. The twitch of amusement that sprang into Emma's eyes foreshadowed the worst. Instead of being taken aback, Emma turned the corners of her lips at his reluctance to admit he was the incorrect one. Seeing the smile, Daniel instantly reacted to open his mouth and countermeasure what she was going to say, but she beat him to the punch. "I'd like it if someone told me that my fiancée was dead," Emma whispered softly, locking gazes with her brother. The old nerve the mockery hit sliced open again. It was like a wound that kept trying to regenerate itself, though never had any aid, and had rot down in an over-due welcome of an infection over the course of time. The heat of the impact rushed through his veins like the blood was trying to rush to the particular cut and pour out, but it never did, throbbing right at the wounded area without anywhere to escape. Daniel tightly clenched his teeth and fist together, never seeming to control this action even when he wanted too the most. It was always a bloe each time it was said, just as fresh as the first time. "Dammit, Emma, he's not dead, my best friend is not-" "So you say," Emma pressed onward, more encouraged, or what seemed like a boost to her antagonizing method. Daniel let the words die on his lips: he didn't know whether to be amazed that his sister could be so heartless, or that she was still so confident - maybe overconfidence would be her downfall. "Moon Forest is in a civil war," Emma pointed out bluntly, her tone quieting, "and you're hanging on false hope. We can't hide it from her anymore. They said a couple survived, but do you really think that we're special enough to have the moon shine down on us?" The war - the Moon Forest civil war. It was the massive bloodshed that would forever be written in the region's nutrient-rich soil, and with no doubt had to be the most destructive civil war to be held in history. The timing was heavily ironic, and the region was not even stable. Moon Forest was still forming itself in political commences as government and currency. Two sides of a crescent shaped land having war against each other - it was heartbreaking to the citizens. It wasn't just the thought of a war which was the most frightening, but knowing that the soldiers had to fight their own kin in the mist of their own backyard. Daniel straightened, through with her interrogation. A scuttle from a roaming Pokémon could be heard somewhere across the grass nearby, but that didn't distract his unruly distaste. The light coating of bangs in front of his eyes covered his green orbs from sight, and hid the uncomfortable distortion lodged in his pupils. To be fair, Daniel had no idea what he should be feeling for the situation. He honestly did not approve of lying to Sarah, and he furthermore could not accept anything without nearly breaking into pieces lately. Relin was not his number one choice for the spot either, but at least he knew he was not going to betray her. Sarah liked him, but not in that aspect – that was the only true problem. The true shame was that Sarah had to be lied to so she would not panic before the inevitable arrived. That was, when tomorrow came and someone grasped the strength to explain everything to her. "I'd rather have hope than be a pessimist, Emma," Daneil sighed softly. "I'm trying to give her a little extra time before the breakdown comes." With that, he turned away and hiked into the barn to grab some materials. Emma silently huffed to herself from the hate in his tone. A moment later, she tilted her head sideways, thinking she heard the front door of their house open in the distance. Daneil could act like a spoiled child for whatever length of time he wished. No, it really didn't matter, he'd come to terms with his afflictions at some point, and it wold have to be soon. Today would commence as scheduled. Daniel would probably deny any part of the upcoming dinner, but she saw no honest loss in him doing what he wished. He might possibly join just so he could be near Sarah and support her through it; that was the only reason he would brave the cold waters of destiny. He would press himself to live up to the title of being the big brother. Emma honestly did not want to join in on Sarah's "celebrations" at all, but it was the curse of being the eldest sibling in the family. She slowly turned and began wandering back towards the house to assist the Pokémon with their cleaning chores in the house. Yes, it was true. As the eldest sibling, Emma Pure had no room to complain, but to abide by the expectations placed on her. |
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