Post by pearson on Jul 27, 2015 19:44:29 GMT
in my handsI hold the ashes
The morrow brought colors, painting her sorrow with shiny flocks of light. She’s been laying there for a while now, staling herself, no one else there to push or groan at early in the morning. There was no one. The good old doubt as to how to begin her dream still crossed her mind, even though it was the day she’d receive her first companion.
When the beat stops, she is able to hear several pokemon announcing the sun’s come out and it’s time. One step forward is all she needs. Fingertips travelled on her bed, tapping on wet surface, tears of -. You get the picture. They found her player, waiting for another command, the queue once full had been dried out throughout the night. Still, barely moving your fingers isn’t considered a step.
All the other sounds were gone and silence became her closest friend, until a muffled bat of air entered her opened window and harmonized the empty room. Tired eyes followed the course and a small pokemon jumped to the right corner of her sight. It happened once or twice in her childhood home, she remembers playing with them for hours, wild but caring. Although it never occurred in her grandma’s house. She grinned still. It looked adorable, especially when it realized there was a person watching its troubled steps. She decided to be the one to break the ice, slowly clearing her throat to introduce herself. Samantha sat on her mattress, careful enough not to startle her new company. In the process of finding a comfortable position, her hand slipped and her player blasted a loud instrumental song, scaring every single soul that inhabited the house. – Oh, sh- Sh- SORRY. – Sam loud-voiced, as if overcoming the sound would ease the flying pokemon. She instinctively reached for the player shutting it down for good. She stared with shame, not able to look back, she assumed it had just left, she would’ve. That was terrifying.
Once again silenced, her eyelids slowly caved to the pain she had managed to fool during the unannounced appearance of the small creature. Even though death marked her heart making it an open wound, she decided it was time, getting up before it consumed her alive. Chances are: Everything will go wrong or everything will be alright. And she loves to rely to the second part.
Down the wooden stairs she heard it again, the quick muffled bat. Following the sound she found nothing but the backpack and the boxes she had just finished filling the day before. Everything was ready and so was she. With that, she left home, locking the door behind her and heading to the Professor’s lab.
They talked for a while, as he vividly explained his concerns and excitements towards her new journey. It was just about the time he was going to give her the starter pokemon, that a blaring noise almost bleed their ears. She automatically reached for her backpack, it happened once and she’d blame the song player all over again. As soon as she opened it, something flew through the open crack and she only got to recognize it when it landed on top of her head. – I scared it off unintentionally this morning. – The Professor looked amazed, more so that he taught her to use the pokedex presenting the actual name of the pokemon: Noibat. And seeing one of her moves were Supersonic, thus the horrid sound earlier. – Guess I spoke her language, that’s why she didn’t run off. – The assumption may have been right. The noibat still located on her head often made his natural sound, joining the conversation. She reached for her carefully putting her on the table next to the other pokeballs. – What do I do with you, then? – The natural squeak came as positive, such as her smile and a jump, leading for her collarbone. Samantha was genuinely happy, it meant she didn’t screw over a potential friendship with her awkwardness and that she actually gained her first pokemon at the place she grew in.
Soon she was walking over to Route 101 and beside her was Noibat whom she named Kane, over one of her favorite characters in a comic book she used to read as a child, suitable and simple, she seemed to love it. And thus she entered the wild.
When the beat stops, she is able to hear several pokemon announcing the sun’s come out and it’s time. One step forward is all she needs. Fingertips travelled on her bed, tapping on wet surface, tears of -. You get the picture. They found her player, waiting for another command, the queue once full had been dried out throughout the night. Still, barely moving your fingers isn’t considered a step.
All the other sounds were gone and silence became her closest friend, until a muffled bat of air entered her opened window and harmonized the empty room. Tired eyes followed the course and a small pokemon jumped to the right corner of her sight. It happened once or twice in her childhood home, she remembers playing with them for hours, wild but caring. Although it never occurred in her grandma’s house. She grinned still. It looked adorable, especially when it realized there was a person watching its troubled steps. She decided to be the one to break the ice, slowly clearing her throat to introduce herself. Samantha sat on her mattress, careful enough not to startle her new company. In the process of finding a comfortable position, her hand slipped and her player blasted a loud instrumental song, scaring every single soul that inhabited the house. – Oh, sh- Sh- SORRY. – Sam loud-voiced, as if overcoming the sound would ease the flying pokemon. She instinctively reached for the player shutting it down for good. She stared with shame, not able to look back, she assumed it had just left, she would’ve. That was terrifying.
Once again silenced, her eyelids slowly caved to the pain she had managed to fool during the unannounced appearance of the small creature. Even though death marked her heart making it an open wound, she decided it was time, getting up before it consumed her alive. Chances are: Everything will go wrong or everything will be alright. And she loves to rely to the second part.
Down the wooden stairs she heard it again, the quick muffled bat. Following the sound she found nothing but the backpack and the boxes she had just finished filling the day before. Everything was ready and so was she. With that, she left home, locking the door behind her and heading to the Professor’s lab.
They talked for a while, as he vividly explained his concerns and excitements towards her new journey. It was just about the time he was going to give her the starter pokemon, that a blaring noise almost bleed their ears. She automatically reached for her backpack, it happened once and she’d blame the song player all over again. As soon as she opened it, something flew through the open crack and she only got to recognize it when it landed on top of her head. – I scared it off unintentionally this morning. – The Professor looked amazed, more so that he taught her to use the pokedex presenting the actual name of the pokemon: Noibat. And seeing one of her moves were Supersonic, thus the horrid sound earlier. – Guess I spoke her language, that’s why she didn’t run off. – The assumption may have been right. The noibat still located on her head often made his natural sound, joining the conversation. She reached for her carefully putting her on the table next to the other pokeballs. – What do I do with you, then? – The natural squeak came as positive, such as her smile and a jump, leading for her collarbone. Samantha was genuinely happy, it meant she didn’t screw over a potential friendship with her awkwardness and that she actually gained her first pokemon at the place she grew in.
Soon she was walking over to Route 101 and beside her was Noibat whom she named Kane, over one of her favorite characters in a comic book she used to read as a child, suitable and simple, she seemed to love it. And thus she entered the wild.
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