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Jesus Christ! IT’S A LION GET IN THE CAR How many of these have I had? I really, really do intend to stick with this one so you may become emotionally attached to all of my lovely characters.
This fic will start off as a normal journey fic but it will deviate from that at around Chapter 20. I really hope you like it because I put a lot of thought and effort into the planning. Comments and criticism are compulsory.
This is really just a quick prologue to:
Once again: Comments and criticism are compulsory. Please write a comment telling me what I did right; what I did wrong and what you'd like to see from me in the future! Please!
This fic will start off as a normal journey fic but it will deviate from that at around Chapter 20. I really hope you like it because I put a lot of thought and effort into the planning. Comments and criticism are compulsory.
This is really just a quick prologue to:
- Check that I can still string words together.
- Set the scene.
Once again: Comments and criticism are compulsory. Please write a comment telling me what I did right; what I did wrong and what you'd like to see from me in the future! Please!
Prologue – Grunt.
Light bounded across the small, wooden room and a sharp grunt came from a bundle of sheets lying in the corner on a bed. Within the sheets, there was a sixteen year old girl lying there, desperately begging for sleep.
“Oh honey,” Nurse Joy said as she walked into the room. Her white shoes made little noise as they bounded across to the bed. She sat down. “Have you not moved?” The girl, Amelia, had been in bed for three days now; moving four times to go to the toilet then immediately returning.
Another grunt.
“Here, have something to eat.” Joy laid a tray of food on the wooden bedside table and smoothed her white apron before perching herself on the side of the bed. “Come on, are you not feeling any better?”
Grunt.
“You’ve kept the room nice and tidy,” Joy commented as she surveyed the room. It was tiny. She looked at the bare wooden floor and then to the closed bag that lay at the foot of the bed: it was bulging but kept shut, with obvious force. “Come on, haven’t you changed?” Joy was starting to become slightly aggravated at the incessant grunts. This girl had to get out of bed soon! She should also talk to her aunt with some respect!
Grunt.
The patter of paws announced the arrival of an Absol at the door. Its white fur stood on end as it smelt Nurse Joy; it apparently agreed with her being allowed into the room as it nodded in approval then sprang onto the bed. It rested its head against where it sensed Amelia’s head was, the top of the bundle of sheets, and closed one eye; keeping a wary one on Nurse Joy.
“See? Abyss is here to see you!”
Grunt.
Joy sighed.
“Well, if you’re not going to get out of bed, I have something to tell you: I just got off the phone with the Pokémon League and they have agreed to allow you onto this season’s starting trainers!” Joy announced merrily. She had rung the head of the Pokémon League, requesting that Amelia be permitted into this season: she had missed the deadline for applications. Mainly due to Nurse Joy’s excellent connections with the Pokémon League, Amelia managed to squeeze her way in. Now all she had to do was wait to be assigned a group to travel with. The League wasn’t going to permit sixteen year olds to run about Johto with nothing but Pokémon to protect them! No, they organised troops of aspiring trainers that would travel together and ensure that no harm would come to them. It was the most responsible thing the Pokémon League could think to do without banning them from training which would lose them a lot of revenue.
“Good,” a girl’s voice grunted from beneath the seats.
“Now, come on! This is something we need to celebrate!” Joy chirped. “It’s now ten, I’ll be back in a couple of hours and we’ll go out together.”
“Okay,” the girl mumbled.
Joy stood up. “Since I agreed to let you stay in my Pokémon Centre, rent free, so I’ll decide where we go. I’ve already told your mother and she’s so happy for you!
“There’s a Midnight Shedninja concert just outside of town and I have a man downstairs who has two extra tickets that is willing to sell them to us. You up for it?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, I have to go off to make sure this guy doesn’t walk off. Amelia, honey, please... just...” Joy’s voice trailed off as her face fell. “Get better.”
With a click of her shoes, she made to leave. Just before exiting the room, she checked herself in the mirror and fixed her hot pink hair. Turning to see Amelia again, she saw a strand of her black hair spread across the bed and she was overwhelmed with pathos; what could she do to make Amelia leave her bed? With one final look, she turned and left.
The door closed.
“Oh honey,” Nurse Joy said as she walked into the room. Her white shoes made little noise as they bounded across to the bed. She sat down. “Have you not moved?” The girl, Amelia, had been in bed for three days now; moving four times to go to the toilet then immediately returning.
Another grunt.
“Here, have something to eat.” Joy laid a tray of food on the wooden bedside table and smoothed her white apron before perching herself on the side of the bed. “Come on, are you not feeling any better?”
Grunt.
“You’ve kept the room nice and tidy,” Joy commented as she surveyed the room. It was tiny. She looked at the bare wooden floor and then to the closed bag that lay at the foot of the bed: it was bulging but kept shut, with obvious force. “Come on, haven’t you changed?” Joy was starting to become slightly aggravated at the incessant grunts. This girl had to get out of bed soon! She should also talk to her aunt with some respect!
Grunt.
The patter of paws announced the arrival of an Absol at the door. Its white fur stood on end as it smelt Nurse Joy; it apparently agreed with her being allowed into the room as it nodded in approval then sprang onto the bed. It rested its head against where it sensed Amelia’s head was, the top of the bundle of sheets, and closed one eye; keeping a wary one on Nurse Joy.
“See? Abyss is here to see you!”
Grunt.
Joy sighed.
“Well, if you’re not going to get out of bed, I have something to tell you: I just got off the phone with the Pokémon League and they have agreed to allow you onto this season’s starting trainers!” Joy announced merrily. She had rung the head of the Pokémon League, requesting that Amelia be permitted into this season: she had missed the deadline for applications. Mainly due to Nurse Joy’s excellent connections with the Pokémon League, Amelia managed to squeeze her way in. Now all she had to do was wait to be assigned a group to travel with. The League wasn’t going to permit sixteen year olds to run about Johto with nothing but Pokémon to protect them! No, they organised troops of aspiring trainers that would travel together and ensure that no harm would come to them. It was the most responsible thing the Pokémon League could think to do without banning them from training which would lose them a lot of revenue.
“Good,” a girl’s voice grunted from beneath the seats.
“Now, come on! This is something we need to celebrate!” Joy chirped. “It’s now ten, I’ll be back in a couple of hours and we’ll go out together.”
“Okay,” the girl mumbled.
Joy stood up. “Since I agreed to let you stay in my Pokémon Centre, rent free, so I’ll decide where we go. I’ve already told your mother and she’s so happy for you!
“There’s a Midnight Shedninja concert just outside of town and I have a man downstairs who has two extra tickets that is willing to sell them to us. You up for it?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, I have to go off to make sure this guy doesn’t walk off. Amelia, honey, please... just...” Joy’s voice trailed off as her face fell. “Get better.”
With a click of her shoes, she made to leave. Just before exiting the room, she checked herself in the mirror and fixed her hot pink hair. Turning to see Amelia again, she saw a strand of her black hair spread across the bed and she was overwhelmed with pathos; what could she do to make Amelia leave her bed? With one final look, she turned and left.
The door closed.
