I gathered my cards and parasol and headed inside to the second floor, where my room was. It seemed that nobody was up at all except for the ghost Pokemon or somebody else that wanted to stay up late.
I headed inside my room, and on my bed were my tarot cards. Why are they there? I thought they were in the closet where I last put them... I guess the ghosts want me to do my future or something. Or obtain a vision. Yeah, like I need another one.
I put my cards on my nightstand as I looked over at the tarot cards. I leaned my parasol against the door after I closed and I walked over to my bed, and picked up the tarot cards, darkness filling the air around me.
When I had picked up the cards, writing had started to appear in black ink on the walls around me, and then red started to be written all over the wall and ceiling. That's weird. Red writing?
I dealed the tarot cards and picked out four from the deck. I put the other tarot cards off to the side and turned over the first tarot card I had picked up.
Despair. Well, that's nice. I turned over the next.
Peace. Okay... Next one.
Death. I see that all the time when I deal the tarot cards.
Love. Okay, what?
I stared at the cards. Love? The ghosts must be kidding me. Love? I had never, in my life, had dealed that. The word Love was written in red. Wait a second, sometimes there's a message written in a card. I turned the Love card over and it said in red, “Everything is written in red. Look up.” Wait a second, look up?
I did, and I almost fell off my bed. Written on the ceiling, in cursive, was the word, “Mear” The ghosts are really kidding me aren't they? They have to be. Come on!
I blinked and the writing stopped. Maybe the ghosts had been wrong. Mear is just a friend and I know it. Do I? Do I really know that?
I turned on some soft rock and put it on low. Desperate by Fireflight was playing. I turned it off immediately. I didn't want to hear that right now.
I looked up at the ceiling again, and the word was fading and then it finally dissapeared. I felt strands of hair sticking out of my hair as the black writing started frantically again. My hair became flat once I calmed down.
“That sure is perfect isn't it, Shupple?” I rammed my fist against the wall when I spoke to myself. I took in raspy breaths but when I looked across my room, there stood that Gengar. How did he get in my room? Never mind, I know the answer to that...
I slid off the bed and walked over to him. This time he was smiling happily, and holding a bunch of flowers to him. I smiled slightly. He was starting to make me feel better a little bit.
He handed the flowers to me and I took them.
“What are these for little guy?” I asked him sweetly and started to look around for something. He finally found it. The flower I had given him earlier. He held it up and smiled. These flowers must be a thank you gift.
“Thank you, Gengar.” I patted his head, and he followed me when I put the flowers into a vase and put water into them. He took something out of the darkness again, and they were paints. Paints? I don't paint. Wait a second...
“Are these for Mear?” The Gengar nodded and pointed to me. He must want me to give these to him, which made me sigh. This wasn't exactly helping the situation right now...
“Okay, I'll give these to him,” I told him softly, and this time, he dissapeared. I had a feeling he would come back.
I picked up the bag of paints, which were full of loads of different colors. I had a sure feeling that Mear would enjoy these. He only had red... paint. I sighed, and walked out of my room, and headed to the third floor. I saw him looking at it when we were outside.
His door was wide open, but I didn't see him anywhere, not even in his room, which made me feel a little bit better. I placed the paints near his door and went back downstairs to my room quickly. I didn't know how long it was until he went back upstairs.
When I got back to my room, I slammed the door and laid down on my bed, immediately feeling sleepy. I could see light barely entering the room from the window as I started to fall asleep. It was already dawn.
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Apparently, Shupple doesn't like the word love. XD And she just might like Mear! Hehe... XD
As we were flying I had to say it. "Looks like we have a new crush. It looks like Lupe is falling for Mear...I think. She was always a bit suborn with crushes. Also, it looks like Mear and Shupple get along REAL well.*giggles* But you never know, it could just be friendship." I said.
"Ill take the friendship idea. I'm getting sick of couples. We've seen at least 3 love triangles today, and most of them collide with each other in one way or another. Its like the whole club is involved in them." said Daniel.
"I guess so. It seems that we have been left out of the action though. Why don’t you two go wake up, and we can actually get involved a bit." said Haunter.
"Fine with me. We have slept for a while now so I think its time we wake up and go see everyone.” said Daniel with a grin.
“Fine with me. I want to go see how Hon and Chii are doing. After all, Chii isn’t awake yet, I want to see if the two boys become friends. Also, I want to see how the new couples are doing.” I said with a grin.
“Friends first, couples last. I’m getting sick of the love triangles. No offense.” said Daniel.
“None taken. Me too, a bit. Well lets go.” I said as Haunter forced me back into my body and I woke up. I jumped out of bed, threw my clothes and new gloves on, and ran out to the hallway entrance to wait for Daniel.
~Eva~
After Haunter sent me back into my body, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my pocket generator and put it in my blue genes pocket, and ran out to meet Eva. She was already in the hallway waiting. I walked up to her and smiled. She grabbed my hand and shouted with a giggle, “Come on!” as she pulled me along outside. We ran up to the lake. We saw Nyarth and Akira start to pull Chii to the house but tjey were to small to do it alone easily. I ran up with Eva at my side to help. Haunter at this moment was behind us, invisible like always. I grabbed Chii’s legs and Eva went under him and held up his middle. When Nyarth looked at me confused I just said, “He needed help and we kids gotta stick together.”
~Daniel~
Ok, I know I’m late on updating but I was grounded from the computer for being on too much yesterday so I’m glad I’m back today.
Pokemon: Ninetails
Name: Nason Kyuu (Mr. Kyuu)
Age: 28
Hair color: Cream with light orange tips
Hair length: Shoulder Length
Eye color: Red
Skin tone: Peachy
Type of Pokemon (element): Fire
Gender: Male
Height: 6’3
Weight: 180 (muscle)
Held item: Doctor Items
Relationships: Estelle, Faye, And Lupe’s Doctor
Attacks: Flame Thrower, Hidden Power, Fire Blast, Over Heat, Solar Beam, Iron Tail, Safe Guard, Roar, Toxic, and Calm Mind. (STRONG!!!)
Personality: He’s quite a cheerful person. He doesn’t quite act his age. Kyuu likes to tell jokes but sometimes they’re quite corny. ^^’ Having fun is great and all, but when matters are serious he can turn mature in a snap. He doesn’t like conflicts and he believes that fighting is pointless. HE doesn’t like to fight which is why he chooses not to but to protect another, he’s willing to put his life on the line. You could say that sometimes he could be a father figure. Oh and he’s the cool muscle type too! ^^
Hometown: The Evergreens Trees Forest
Likes: Ice cream, spicy foods, fuzzy things, books, being a doctor, poker, jokes, humor, news reporter women
Dislikes: conflicts, rude people, anyone messing with Estelle Lupe or Faye, cat fights, rapist
Fears: Death of loved ones,
Weaknesses: Cute Charm (gets him every time XD), Water types
Strengths: Doctor Stuff
Full Outfit: Cream long sleeve button up shirt with collar, Cream pant, brown dress shoes, brown collar, orange fingerless driver’s gloves, and Doctor’s Check- Up utensils on him. (I forgot what they were called! D:)
Looks: Very Handsome!! XD Have Nine Tails of course
Background: Kyuu was a gijinka since birthday, meaning he was a test subject. Escaping from the lab went into the Evergreens Trees Forest and nursed many hurt pokemon. He then went to a pokemon. Med School and graduated. (Yes they have those!) He met Estelle and the others while just passing them by. Faye was hurt and Kyuu treated her. From then on he became their doctor. He met the Love of his Life and got married to her when he was 21. She was a Chansey Gijinka named Chimari. She then disappeared from his life because she was in hiding from the Bounty Hunters and she didn’t want to get him involved. Still hurting inside, the ninetails gijinka hides his pain with a smile.
I might Post up a picture later when I draw him. Lol
Here’s Chii’s New (not really new) profile…. And a piccy because I’m new here and wanted to show what he looks like :D
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Pokemon: Chinchou
Name: Chii
Age: 17
Hair color: cerulean blue
Hair length: bob cut but a bit flowy
Eye color: Gold yellow
Skin tone: paleisk
Type of Pokemon: Water/Electric
Gender: Male
Height: 5’ 10’’
Weight: 124 lbs
Held item: Amulet Coin
Relationships: None yet
Attacks: Bubble Beam (his personal favorite--it makes him feel cool when meeting people), Spark, Quick Attack, Water Pulse
Personality: : Very energetic but keeps a cool head and a hearty and mystic smile. He’s a bit of a flirt when a cute girl comes around and also has his fair share of teasing other boys for fun, but really he’s just looking for friends and for a good laugh to keep his mind off his past back on the island
Hometown: A small island off the coast of Cinnabar Island
Likes: Swimming, volleyball, blue raspberry snow cones, yoga, jogging, flirting, acting cool
Dislikes: Snow, not being included, Sharpedos (check his back story), people who take advantage of others, dogs
Fears: Thunder storms <3!
Weaknesses: Grass, Ground
Strengths: Fire, Flying, Ice, Water
Full Outfit: A skin-tight blue shirt that doesn’t cover his belly but covers his neck, light blue short shorts, sometimes blue sandals, his yellow and black crossed goggles, his poke ball belt, earrings that reach down almost to his elbows that have yellow electric bulbs on them
Looks: A roundish face that isn’t babyish but its smooth and clean, long and fit legs, a packed-in stomach, long fingers, a button nose, fins on his elbows and calves, a cute hair curl on his head
Background: Lived on a small island all his life, but in the panick of a storm his friends left him there to almost be drowned by sharpedoes in the sea--he found himself washed ashore near the PGR Mansion
“I'm sorry if I... annoyed you earlier with how I responded to the game. It seems I do that all the time with people I play with...” Shupple said aloud as she continued to twirl a flower.
For a moment, I couldn’t help but fight down a laugh for some reason. What did she mean? It wasn’t annoying at all. After a moment, I forced my face back to its normal composure.
“What do you mean?” I asked after a moment. She seemed unsure if she wanted to explain any further. However, now I was mildly curious as to what she had meant yet even with this, I wouldn’t push the subject if it was not needed.
“Normally I just cause bad luck or something. I win a lot sometimes in games, and people get mad and stop the game. It's kind of why I don't have any friends...” Shupple answered.
Was that the reason that she had won the games? A version of bad luck for the opponent? This was something that I had not even considered when we had played the game. However, this was disregarded in my mind after a moment. Strangely though, I could not meet her eyes again and just turned my attention to my sketchbook instead. It served its dual purpose, and I was able to pretend as though I were looking intently at it.
“What is it?” Shupple’s voice asked, and my eyes moved up away from the sketchbook wondering exactly who she was talking to. A Gengar was looking intently at Shupple with a grin on his visage. Making a quick motion, the Gengar seemed to point directly at the flower despite the fact that Shupple was continuing to inquire. Where exactly had this Gengar come from? After a split second of wondering this, I formed my own conclusions that it was simply moving about the night as all dark and shadow pokemon do.
“Do you want this?” Shupple asked aloud still holding the flower. The Gengar nodded, and Shupple handed it over without a complaint. The Gengar seemed to grin even more as he took the flower and ran off back into the night. My vision returned back to Shupple somewhat confused by the entire episode. However, as I realized that she probably thought I was giving her a weird look, I started to try and formulate something to say.
“Could I be your... um...” I started finally coming to the conclusion that I could simply ask to be a friend.
“My what?”
“Friend?” I finished moving my head to one side. Indeed, it came to me at that moment that she could possibly deny this, and we would both just go on. However, I wanted someone to be able to play cards with. I couldn’t help smirking to myself. What exactly was I still doing here? I was a traveler… and then… what? I suddenly settled down so spontaneously and started making friends. It was all somewhat new to me, and yet, there was something in this that I liked.
“Sure, if you don't mind my bad luck at times...” Shupple answered.
I couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “Ya know I really don’t believe in luck,” I said aloud.
“Wha..?” Shupple seemed surprised.
“I don’t believe in any version of luck,” I repeated. “It’s all in how much you work for something in my opinion.” I leaned back and stated looking out at the starry sky.
“Ah…” was the only answer that I heard. I shrugged my shoulders a bit still looking up. The stars were shimmering extremely bright in the sky, and a part of me remembered that I had started drawing the lake only that morning. I never did finish that picture… did I?
I yawned absentmindedly before continuing to talk.
“If luck ever had a shape form or fashion that I could put to paper, then I would believe in it,” I finally concluded. “But I prefer to think of things as all just how ya see things.”
“I see…”Shupple answered.
I yawned again feeling tired and yet not wanting to go to sleep yet. I had not even picked out the room that would be mine yet. However, this matter was indeed a paradox for I had made myself a room even before I had decided to stay. I found a strange sting of irony in this. My eye drifted up to the third story of the mansion where on the far end was the room I had turned methodically into my studio. I couldn’t help smirking at myself for even in my indecisive thoughts, my art portrayed what I had wanted all along.
“Do you intend to stay up all night?” I asked not really looking at Shupple but still at the top windows of the mansion.
“You can go to sleep if you wish,” Shupple answered.
“That was not what I had asked,” I answered back.
“M…” was the only reply. I looked back to Shupple and noticed that she had started a game of solitaire. I crossed my arms and waited to see if she would reply to the question. When a few seconds passed, Shupple finally looked up at me from her game. “I do not technically require sleep,” Shupple answered.
Then it was my turn to reply with “ah” and just before the moment fell into an awkward silence, I gave a sigh. Taking my sketchbook out, I started to draw in the darkness. The sound of cards flipping and my pen scratching at the paper all but echoed out into the silence.
After an hour, I found that I was exceptionally tired and could not afford to stay up much longer. Looking down at the picture I had worked on, I found that it was simply a picture of a red starry sky. In that moment, I found the desire to acquire different color inks and things. Having only red had at one time not limited me, yet for some reason, it had suddenly become insufficient. Flipping my sketchbook closed, I stood up.
“I’m going to head to bed,” I commented waiting to see if Shupple answered.
“Night then,” Shupple answered, and as I looked into the dark, I found that she was still playing solitaire with the cards. I took a step towards the mansion and then stepped back.
“How about one more game of speed?” I asked.
Shupple looked up at me and gave a nod. Sitting back down, I put my sketchbook to the side and took the cards once again. The game started once again, and within moments, Shupple had beaten me again. Sighing but then half-laughing, I stood up again.
“You play a mean game of cards,” I commented lightly as I turned back to the mansion. “And I’m beat in both senses.” I yawned again and then said final good nights and headed into the mansion. Walking up the stairs and to the final floor, I continued down to the end of the hall and to my room.
My room was simple in nature. There was a large drawing table on the far side of the room and a few places to put sketches along the walls. On the direct opposite side of the drawing table was a bed that I quickly relaxed myself into. Still holding my sketchbook, I flipped through all the pictures I had drawn that day. There were several that stood out among the rest, and I couldn’t help but find myself smiling at them. Placing the sketchbook on my side table, I moved under the sheets and started to drift into the land of dreams.
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I was awakened to the sound of methodical beating on something down stairs. It sounded as though some sort of something was fighting or something of the sorts. Realizing that I was making no rational thought as I tried to wake up, I sat up in bed and half stretched. The beating persisted, and I forced myself not to show an agitation.
Getting up out of bed, I slowly walked over to the door to my room and opened it. The banging sound only seemed to project itself farther into my room and become louder as I opened the door and stuck my head out. Who in their right mind would be up this late and making so much racket? Pulling my head back into my room and glancing over at the clock that stood alongside my sketchpad on the nightstand, I found that it was only two hours passed midnight.
Shaking my head, I glanced down and realized that I had slept in the exact same clothes that I had worn all day. Stretching and changing my shirt to another exactly like the previous one, I opened the door to my room again and started out into the night hallway. The banging only seemed to continue, and I started to feel a bit of frustration and whoever was making so much noise so late at night.
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^^’ sorry for its shortness. Anyone can continue from here. <_< who is making all that racket? I have no clue lol.
Mear
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