Post by Saint Skuntank on Jun 14, 2008 13:50:38 GMT -5
"Good luck, Tom! Do great things." The last sentence was kept to Thomas' mother, Kim. She had been wanting this for him for the longest time, and he was finally allowed to live the life that God would want him to. How long had it been since the flight from their old home, and old habits? A month? No, it had been a year, yet the scars were still fresh, memories vivid.
Pangs in the chest and eyes twitching to hold back a flood of tears, all Tom could do was wave back to his mother. He had known this would happen, wanted even, but now that the day was here, was he ready to step up to the plate? What would he end up as? What awaited? All of these questions, and many more, hung in the air. With a grunt and a clearing of his throat, the fourteen year old stepped away from the edge of the deck, heading to the heart of the ship, where he would be staying.
Night's embrace came early, a soft wind seemingly pushing the ferry towards the lands of Lanorae. Tom was to start his journey to become a Pokemon trainer, to restore the will to live that had been slowly devoured throughout his whole life. The one thing in the world that gave Tom the most joy, Pokemon, was his true calling, and he had realized that. Sleep didn't seem like such a bad idea.
Waking to a bell, Tom rubbed the life back into his eyes, adjusting to his conditions. With a sigh, he headed for the top deck, his backpack firmly strapped to his back, containing all of the items of value to him. After the restful sleep, seeing the island ahead was just a bonus. The ride hadn't taken long at all, and it was time to begin the adventure of a lifetime.
As other strangers, each with their own destinies, meandered off the ferry, Tom blended in. His dark hair was beginning to curl at the ends, a sign that he had indeed washed his hair thoroughly. More and more trainers and other people disembarked, Tom in the middle of the crowd. After clearing the gang plank, the Village of Konika greeted the youth, the salty sea air hanging strong. The docks were worn, yes, but it was still a sharp-looking town. If only he could find where the sharp-looking lab was.
After glancing around for a good while, he spotted a small wooden post with a piece of balsa wood stapled to it. The tiny sign read Professor Aspen's Laboratory -> 1 Mile. It was obviously the directions he was in need of, and Tom allowed the sign to influence his steps. Walking up the path directed by the marker, a wide, one-story building came into view. It was a spectacular sight, very different than the old, worn houses surrounding it.
For some reason, Tom's feet began to increasingly speed up, gathering momentum until Tom was at a sprint. Running up the hill, the door began to loom, seeming to grow straight from the ground. Finally, with wheezing breath, Tom reached his destination, the metallic door. He was about to knock when he realized he had nothing to say. He hadn't anticipated the first step, getting a Pokemon. What did he do? Well, it was time for the question to be answered. Flipping his hair, he reached for the knocker screwed into the door frame, waiting for an answer.
[/sub]Pangs in the chest and eyes twitching to hold back a flood of tears, all Tom could do was wave back to his mother. He had known this would happen, wanted even, but now that the day was here, was he ready to step up to the plate? What would he end up as? What awaited? All of these questions, and many more, hung in the air. With a grunt and a clearing of his throat, the fourteen year old stepped away from the edge of the deck, heading to the heart of the ship, where he would be staying.
Night's embrace came early, a soft wind seemingly pushing the ferry towards the lands of Lanorae. Tom was to start his journey to become a Pokemon trainer, to restore the will to live that had been slowly devoured throughout his whole life. The one thing in the world that gave Tom the most joy, Pokemon, was his true calling, and he had realized that. Sleep didn't seem like such a bad idea.
Waking to a bell, Tom rubbed the life back into his eyes, adjusting to his conditions. With a sigh, he headed for the top deck, his backpack firmly strapped to his back, containing all of the items of value to him. After the restful sleep, seeing the island ahead was just a bonus. The ride hadn't taken long at all, and it was time to begin the adventure of a lifetime.
As other strangers, each with their own destinies, meandered off the ferry, Tom blended in. His dark hair was beginning to curl at the ends, a sign that he had indeed washed his hair thoroughly. More and more trainers and other people disembarked, Tom in the middle of the crowd. After clearing the gang plank, the Village of Konika greeted the youth, the salty sea air hanging strong. The docks were worn, yes, but it was still a sharp-looking town. If only he could find where the sharp-looking lab was.
After glancing around for a good while, he spotted a small wooden post with a piece of balsa wood stapled to it. The tiny sign read Professor Aspen's Laboratory -> 1 Mile. It was obviously the directions he was in need of, and Tom allowed the sign to influence his steps. Walking up the path directed by the marker, a wide, one-story building came into view. It was a spectacular sight, very different than the old, worn houses surrounding it.
For some reason, Tom's feet began to increasingly speed up, gathering momentum until Tom was at a sprint. Running up the hill, the door began to loom, seeming to grow straight from the ground. Finally, with wheezing breath, Tom reached his destination, the metallic door. He was about to knock when he realized he had nothing to say. He hadn't anticipated the first step, getting a Pokemon. What did he do? Well, it was time for the question to be answered. Flipping his hair, he reached for the knocker screwed into the door frame, waiting for an answer.
Empty Pokeball x5
Potion x5
Full Heal x3