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L4J Saga: 4
Dinner was subdued that night. Tracey didn't want to find out that Eevee was registered to another, but now he thought he might be able to find out for sure. The good young man wanted to obey the law, but he didn't want to surrender a pokemon that trusted him and had become his friend back to a home she ran away from in the first place. The others didn't question him much; Oak was off in his Lab researching and Koji let the boy eat in peace. She simply set the plates down and then held up a hand when he started to clean up after he was done.
"I'll do it tonight," she said quietly. "You go on. Get some rest."
"Are you sure?" He looked earnestly at the good woman and she nodded.
"Mwee." A light tug at his sock startled Tracey before he set off in the direction of his bedroom. He found Eevee lightly pulling on it with one paw, the other waving up in the air towards him. Her voice was softer and she seemed as upset as he was. He stooped to pick her up and she immediatel
L4J Saga: 3
Tracey was sitting on the steps of the Professor's Lab. His backpack lay next to him, loaded with new sketchpads and sets of pencils. One of the fresh pads was propped on his knees and he was trying to draw his new pokemon friend.
Eevee was having none of that, however. She twisted and turned in the grass, showing her tail and then her furry stomach. There were noises that sounded suspiciously like giggles coming from the tiny fox as she impudently stuck her tongue out.
"I said stay...oh, the heck with it." Tracey set down his sketchpad and rubbed eevee's belly. The little one coughed lightly and tried to roll back over, but he insisted. Eevee laid her ears back and looked up at him with wildly staring purple eyes.
"Why won't you let me do that? I thought you finally trusted me." He sighed and stood up. Eevee mumbled to herself, then toddled over to his side. She sniffed the breeze and snapped her long ears around in a bored way.
L4J Saga: 2
"Ow ow ow ow ow!"
Tracey Sketchit opened his eyes sleepily.
"Time to get up already?" A small bundle under his green nightshirt stirred restlessly as he yawned. A burnt-looking figure darted past the boy's cracked bedroom door, followed by a much smaller one throwing off sparks as it ran. Tracey's new eevee stuck her head out from his shirt collar and gaped at the scene.
"Cut it out, Zeus!"
"Pi...ka...chuuuuuuuu!" The lime pikachu chased relentlessly after the already smoldering Professor. When they passed the door again from the opposite side, he was chuckling wickedly.
"Pi, pi pi pi...!"
"He does that every morning," Tracey murmured.
"V - vee?"
"Yeah. Every morning." He gently lifted the small pokemon out of his shirt and placed her on his pillow. "I have to get showered and stuff." He turned and walked a few steps over to some dressers and began rummaging through. Curious, the little one followed with her eyes, and sa
L4J Saga: 1
It was raining in Pallet Town, Kanto. Pools of muddy water ran everywhere about the dirt roads, splashing furiously when the rain came down in bursts. One large facility that was set apart from the others seemed the hardest hit. What looked almost akin to a moat was flowing past the door of the building, sloshing grime and small rooted-up weeds at the faceplate that read:
"Professor Samuel Oak: Pokemon Laboratory #001"
All the lucky pokemon were holed up in the forest nearby or in nice, warm homes as revered pets. But here in the Professor's yard a small pair of lavender eyes glowed faintly from a badly dented, overturned pail that had been blown there by the wind.
"It's been raining for a week now, Professor."
"I know, Tracey."
"Is it ever going to stop?"
A sigh and a soft rustling sound was the only answer. Everything was dark within the room, but the glow of a half moon from between storm-drenched clouds made it just bright enough to
The Ballad of Elly Sketchit
This is a very personal account and a pondering, a looking-back if you will, on events that actually happened in my life some years ago. If you don't agree with any of it I can't stop your mind from running off the beaten path, but hey. I'm telling it just like it was, clearly as I can and without hiding any wrongdoing on my part (even if it was just standing up for myself while I was being attacked.) It was a bad time for me when all of this happened, just so you all understand.
I'm bipolar. Very severely so: to the point of I have very real problems holding a job (I don't currently have one) and even leaving the house some days. I've been this way for as long as I remember, and it's my way of life to battle every day as best I can without the mind-numbing drugs of my youth (my folks did "what they thought was best for me" back then.) I don't say this to excuse anything, nor do I say it to evoke pity. Just to clear up some issues right at the start: ordinary things
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