Post by Alaina on Jan 8, 2008 18:37:59 GMT -5
Name: Alaina McKayn
age: 15
Gender: Female
Path: Trainer
Personality:
And that, she reflected, eight years later, was why she was in her father's car, headed to the Pokémon Center for official initiation into the Pokémon league.... Something like that, anyway. Her father had told her that story so many times she had it memorized. She turned around in the front seat to stare at her father. Why was she doing this? Because she couldn't run from home plate to first base in a game of kickball without being wiped out? If so, how was walking around the world on foot going to help? She tried to shake out her nerves. Of course this was the right thing.
The Dianto Region wasn't the newest region; it had been renovated, updated, and was highly safe. Or so her father had told her. But what did he know? He had never been there. She closed her eyes and shook out her nerves. She fell asleep there and when she awoke, they were there. In front of a huge building with a pink roof.
She pulled out her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. Her father came and they hugged for quite a while. They were, after all, the only family they had. Maybe he would get a cat. She was allergic to them, he was allergic to dogs, neither liked reptiles, they didn't have room for anything larger, they lived in a different country from all their relatives and he had never been interested in remarriage. It had always been just the two of them. And now because of it, they were being split apart.
She gulped and pulled away. As she walked away, into the beginning of her new, uncertain life. And once more, a single tear fell from her eye and rolled slowly down her neck. But this time, it was her own.[/blockquote]Other:
age: 15
Gender: Female
Path: Trainer
Personality:
Though once excited and bubbly in nature, Alaina went from outgoing to being shy and reserved after 'the crash.' She rarely opens up to people now, but once she does, she is one of the most loyal friends a person could have - even if she's not the most fun. Or the most uplifting, encouraging, or exciting person. Quite frankly, she's rather depressing to be around at times. But either way, she has yet to find a person to try to break her thick ice enough to find that undying loyalty hidden within. Her newfound plan is to have only Pokémon as friends, as people have miserably failed her social needs, small though they are. Being so unsocialized has led her to daydreaming quite a bit and oftentimes, she is lost in her own little world. She analyzes everything in the greatest depth her mind can muster, leading herself to believe she is now, officially, partially insane. (If that is the case and a doctor were to tell her that she was, in fact, insane, she doubts she would be too bothered by the idea. Sanity, after all, never got her anywhere.)Description:
Dark red locks flow down from the tip of her head to the base of her shoulder blades, with every strand being almost perfectly straight with no effort on her part. Her skin, unnaturally pale due to lack of sunlight, is covered in several pale freckles thanks to her Irish blood. Her eyes are a shade of bright green near the pupil, fading to a darker shade, almost black, at the edges, causing a rather gorgeous contrast. (However, it's rarely noticed as she doesn't usually look people in the eye.) Her eyebrows and on the bushy side, and both her eyebrows and eyelashes are a transparent blonde sort of shade.History:
She's a little on the heavy side, even though she looks thin because she has almost no muscle. Her legs are average length, while her abdomen is a bit longer than usual.
Her usual attire consists of solid-color T-shirts, a light jacket, tennis shoes and blue jeans. Most of her T-shirts are white, black, gray, blue or darker shades of red, purple or green, as she dislikes the brighter colors of the rainbow. (She originally started her fashion style in the hopes of looking liking an athlete so she maybe wouldn't be picked last in gym class. In didn't work at all, but by the time she finally accepted that sad truth, she realized she felt more comfortable in those clothes than she had in her previous 'fashions,' so she kept them.) She has yet to ever wear any jewelry save for a half-fake diamond necklace her mother had given to her in her will. She wears it all the time, though it usually remains hidden beneath her jacket for safe-keeping.
Lights flashed. The crowd roared. The trainers showed off their stuff before the stadium which still was being filled people eager to see the show. Vendors yelled out over the noisy stadium, trying to sell their wares. Kids cheered and ran off into the depths of crowd, leaving their parents in a state of sheer panic. Fun for the kids; Horror for the parents when it was too much fun for the kids. Finally, then, the show began! Amazing stunts, even brighter colors and breath-taking tricks were shown, awing ever child in the room[/center]
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over."Wow, Momma! Wasn't it amazing! I mean, wow! That was... Wow! It was so cool! Wow, I wanna do that when I grow up! I wanna be that totally awesome! ... Wow!"
Alaina's mother nodded, smiling slightly. At six years old, it was only natural that she'd want to do something like that, after all. And it was so typical of her hyper-active daughter to insert 'wow' into her sentences whenever and wherever possible."Yes, dear, it was a lot of fun."
She agreed, somewhat distractedly as she watched the road. It was late at night, and the show had been full of people. There wasn't tons of traffic, but it was still a highway, it was still the summer and it was still the 4th of July weekend. One had to be careful. The circus, while it had been lots of fun, had run much later than she had thought possible for a bunch of tamers with elephants and tigers jumping through hoops. She craned her neck forward, trying to see outside the range of her headlights. The street lamps had not yet been turned on and the sun had set. Through the light of another car's headlights, she saw the exit she had wanted. After a few minutes, she turned off onto a back road that was the beginning of a shortcut to her house.
In the backseat, Alaina was jabbering on and on about the parts of the circus that had been her favorite. It seemed like the entire thing had been her favorite... "Part." She was also jumping from part to part; it was very hard to keep track of which bit she was talking about."... and the tigers! They were so, like, WOW! And, and, when we were buying tickets, there was that fat guy with the chihuahua, 'member him, Mommy? He was SOO large! Is that what you meant when you told me not to eat too much of McDonald's food? Huh, Mommy, was it, was it? - OH! And the turkey they brought - no, that wasn't at the circus. I meant, the EAGLE! SO COOL. I loved him, Momma! Can we get a Eagle? Pleeeease? Prwetty prweety please with a cherry on top? No, wait! With TTWWWOOO cheeries on top? Huh, Mommy, can we? PLEASE? ..."
And so it went on. She continued to talk and talk and talk, waving her feet around in the air in the backseat, never catching on that, A) she was annoying her mother, B) her mother wanted to concentrate on driving, or C) that her mother wasn't really listening in the first place.
A speeding car whizzed past them, causing her mother to jolt in her seat. Hands spun on the steering wheel as two cops passed her as well. Her car turned ninety degrees, narrowly missing a telephone pole but slamming into a fence meant to keep cars from falling down the steep hill beyond it; some cars came to screeching halts while others left tire tracks in their attempt to not be in an accident as she tried to regain control of her car.
Shaking, breathing as hard as though she had just run half a marathon, she gripping the wheel with sweaty hands. She closed her eyes, oblivious to her crying daughter in the back seat and the furious drivers behind her. Finally, she went into reverse.
And that was the end.* * *
Two weeks later, Alaina regained consciousness from the crash. Soft green eyes fluttered open, only to see her father peered into her eyes. Relief flooded onto his face at the sight of her waking up. A single tear fell from his eyes to her chin, rolling slowly down her neck and onto the hospital bed. How did you explain to your six-year-old daughter that her mother was dead?
Her mother had backed up into a car attempting to pass. She had barely seen the car, had apparently been trying to avoid an accident, so far as the authorities could tell, and had slammed the car into reverse. Going much faster than she had anticipated, she had run through the fence, landing in a swamp at the bottom of the hill. Cracks in the wind shield from the fence had allowed the thick water to slowly ooze it's way into the car. She had drowned before she even realized what was happening.
Alaina, being in the back seat, was saved before dying, but not before her lungs had taken in some of the sludge-like water of the swamp."Sir, can I talk to you for a minute?"
One of the doctors asked her father, pulling him away from his daughter by the shoulder. He nodded mutely, and followed the doctor into the hallway. He said nothing; he only looked at the doctor with a cold sort of fear. What could need to be said that he didn't want Alaina to hear? Seeing the obvious fear within the parent's eyes, the doctor started off on a good note, trying to leaven out the bad with good - something that was actually far worse than just saying the bad. No doctor seemed to grasp this; more good news meant, usually, much more bad news. And bad news in the ER is the last thing you want to hear."Well, first off, her fractures have healed quite well. There was one minor compound fracture in her arm; the skin was broken, but the bone wasn't quite poking out. It healed much better than we had expected. She must drink a lot of milk!"
The last sentence was said with a nerdy sort of enthusiasm and a huge grin plastered on his face like you'd see on a toothpaste commercial, as though trying to congratulate the father on a job well done. Or, something of that nature. Whatever he was trying for, though, it didn't work. Alaina's father gave him a blank stare, trying to ready himself for the upcoming bad news that the doctor seemed ever so reluctant to release.
Coughing and blushing slightly, the doctor went on. Obviously, no news was going to cheer the man up. Might as well cut to the chase, he figured."Yes, well... She's healing extremely well. We pumped out her lungs and she's breathing on her own. But her lungs are weaker now. Much weaker. Almost as if she's a long-term smoker - indeed, if that's a habit she ever starts, it may kill her. I mean, it WILL, but much, much sooner than it would kill anyone else."
He could have slapped himself. Why was he so awkward when he talked to people? He was a DOCTOR. He was supposed to be calm, cool, collected, and get to the point. Not stammer around like a third grader trying to explain why he didn't have his homework assignment. He cleared his throat and tried to make clear what he was trying to get across."Anyway, sports will be very difficult for her. Without stronger lungs, her heart could potentially suffer which would lead to many problems later in her future. But that won't be easy. I've... Talked it over with the other doctors and we think we've come up with a potential solution. Government officials have set aside huge chunks of land all over the world for a new species created and bred by scientists. They are their own species, not controlled by science, and are all unique. They've even begun interbreeding among themselves to make new species. It's now as if they've been around for millenniums. They grow and develop far faster and live far longer than many of the other species here on earth. Their brains are much like ours, as well, in most cases. They also have... Powers, you see. They've been called Pokémon. Many people not interested in current jobs available within our world have decided to catch and tame these creatures. New challenges have sprung up and certain events, such as contests, gyms, games - things of that nature, have become huge fads recently. There's one nearby here, actually. Danto, I believe it was called? At any rate, she'll need constant exercise and she won't get that in a school type of environment. We think that the best way for her to power up her lungs, to be able to lead a normal life, would be to go on a journey. There's many rules and laws and limits and regulations and things that I don't fully understand. However, I do know that it's entirely free on your part. Think about it, okay?
* * *
And that, she reflected, eight years later, was why she was in her father's car, headed to the Pokémon Center for official initiation into the Pokémon league.... Something like that, anyway. Her father had told her that story so many times she had it memorized. She turned around in the front seat to stare at her father. Why was she doing this? Because she couldn't run from home plate to first base in a game of kickball without being wiped out? If so, how was walking around the world on foot going to help? She tried to shake out her nerves. Of course this was the right thing.
The Dianto Region wasn't the newest region; it had been renovated, updated, and was highly safe. Or so her father had told her. But what did he know? He had never been there. She closed her eyes and shook out her nerves. She fell asleep there and when she awoke, they were there. In front of a huge building with a pink roof.
She pulled out her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. Her father came and they hugged for quite a while. They were, after all, the only family they had. Maybe he would get a cat. She was allergic to them, he was allergic to dogs, neither liked reptiles, they didn't have room for anything larger, they lived in a different country from all their relatives and he had never been interested in remarriage. It had always been just the two of them. And now because of it, they were being split apart.
She gulped and pulled away. As she walked away, into the beginning of her new, uncertain life. And once more, a single tear fell from her eye and rolled slowly down her neck. But this time, it was her own.[/blockquote]Other:
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