I was sitting at the counter fire place and staring at the flames. I felt a nudge on my arm and i turned and was given the mic. I took a the mic and held it to my mouth. I started ",well as most of you know my name is Hon and im a houndour. When i was a baby i was injected with houndour DNA and became what you see. I was in a pack with my big sister Hoom. The pack wanted her to be leader but she didnt want to. there were fights andi would protect her. I still do. One day my life changed when bounty hunters attacked and attempted to take my sister. I fought them off but i got captured. I escaped from the truck they put me in and made my way to where the pack was. They were gone. My family, friends, and my beloved sister all gone. I was just a pup. I lived in the forests after that. occasionaly going to citys. I hunted or stole my food clothes. some people took me in for a few nights. My life was changed again when i walked into a bar and without warning Hoom walks in the door. I cant describe my happiness when i saw her. that was just 3 days ago. I love you big sis.". i said. "But about me, im a very loving person. Ill help you when ever you need it. I love people and ill love to be your friend", i finished.
hon houndour.
continue please. i hope that was OK. ^ ^
After I used my ominous wind I was able to escape into the caves. My sisters and I had been in here before. Some of the floor was caved into a hole around where I was running. I found the edge, jumped and flipped over to the other side, and continued running until I heard a shout and a thud. Don't tell me...
I stopped for a minute and shook my head. "He followed me into the cave and fell into the hole..."
Then I realized something. "Oh crap he fell into the hole."
My sisters and I had fallen into that hole a long time ago and we had ended up in the Piloswine and Mamoswine's territory. Then I ran back to the hole and jumped down into it... I was going to regret turning back and going into there to help him, but I don't want the dude to be eliminated by their ground attacks.
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Sorry but there's a twist for ya 8D *is slapped*
-Faye
As I continued to draw, I noticed that someone continueously was looking over at me. My eve shifted over for a moment but then returned to the picture I was working on. Suddenly seeing that this… hm… I guess I would say she was a Poochyena Gijinka yes I will go with that. Suddenly seeing that this Poochyena was trying to sneak a few looks at my sketchbook, I finally just edged my way away a bit. I wondered if the term “reading over your shoulder” would apply to the concept I was feeling but then decided that the term was better rewritten “Staring at you as you draw.” The Poochyena moved once more to try and see what I was drawing, and I once again evaded this notion.
"What are you drawing?" the Poochyena’s voice came in little more than a whisper. I expected that she probably didn’t want to interrupt the introductions, and yet it was very loud in my own ear. 3….2….and… yep right on time like the ticking of a clock, embarrassment sent it. Even understanding that I did indeed have a talent for drawing, even though you will never catch me admitting it a loud, I still had the firm belief that all of my pictures were flawed in one way or another. As my eve moved down the picture, I realized that once again my skattered thought had reproduced some strange obscure picture that meant little to me at that moment. Realizing that the Poochyena was still staring at me, I moved again and whispered back.
"It's nothing,” I answered back as I tried to quickly flip the page of the sketchbook.
"Well, then if it's nothing can I see?" the Poochyena persisted. I blinked. Did the concept of nothing not register? No. It was just a usual response that people gave when they continued to persist or something. I worked up a word to describe that I didn’t want to show the picture when someone seemed to project their voice over the crowd and draw both of our attentions.
“Poochy since you seem to be in the mood to talk, why don't you go?" Estelle said, and almost in conjunction with that, a few people turned around to inspect the fact that we had been talking despite the introductions. Realizing that the Poochyena was all but standing directly over me, I leaned a bit and watched as Poochy all but scrambled to get away and up on the stage. Sighing to myself, I watched the Poochyena’s introduction.
"Uhhh...Well I'm Poochy, the Poochyena. Like Akira said, she found me and my...ex-boyfriend. We were attacked by bounty hunters and then I was captured, my ex-boyfriend I don't know what happened to him, and I guess Akira escaped. I ended up at that research lab and broke out when most of the other club members were breaking out there friend named Sheek." There was a momentary pause from Poochy before she continued. "And that's it!" Poochy all but lunged off the side of the stage and walked back to the corner where I had yet to move.
"Sorry Mear." Poochy said turning a strange shade of red.
“Hm?” I asked not wishing to convey any sort of aggression about how she had insisted on trying to see what I was drawing.
“So can I see the picture now?” she asked lightly, and once again I mentally sighed.
“No,” I said with a dry tone. “Not until I am done with a few pictures at least.”
I looked down at my sketchbook and then methodically flipped it over and closed it to try and somewhat pay attention to those that were still announcing themselves. Realizing that Poochy was still standing by me, I looked down a bit and leaned against the wall.
“There are certainly many people here,” I commented to no one in particular.
Taking the liberty of answering this statement, Poochy continued, “Ya but that just means a lot of friends right?”
With this statement said and left in the air, I had to stop and take a few seconds to consider this. Indeed, more people meant more potential acquaintances, and yet it also meant that there would be more large meetings like this. In the end, I set in my mind that it was somewhat easier just to resort to traveling and drawing once again. However, as was projected before, I doubted I could really leave anymore without a scene of some kind or another. Debating the situation, I finally found myself in defeat and had to consider the rock and a hard place that was presented before me. Either I learned to deal with such large crowds or I would be stuck with the torment every moment that they persisted. The latter seemed extremely lacking in conviction.
Realizing that I had let my thoughts wander, I snapped back into reality only to notice that Poochy had slipped my sketchbook away and had started looking through it. I nearly jumped and tensed.
“Wow these are really good,” Poochy commented as she continued to flip through the pictures all drawn in red ink across the pages.
“T-thank you, now please return my sketchbook,” I said somewhat still unnerved but not wanting to drag unnecessary attention to my predicament.
After another few moments of looking through my sketchbook, Poochy surrendered it, and I somewhat relaxed at having the book returned to me. The tenseness left me, and I found I could be more at peace.
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I just realized that my posts are steadily getting shorter =/ I am going to have to write more lol.
-KC
-Mear
I was sitting on the couch with my legs and arms crossed. I watched all the gijinkas one-by-one got up and spoke about their past. I paid attention to every single one of them and jotted their story down in my memory. But here's the irony: I have a great memory on things but I can't remember anything of my past. Oh, how I wished to share the things about me in my past... To be honest... I've always wanted a group of friends to love me instead of being afraid of me...
Estelle looked back at me and frowned at my face expression. "Lupe...", she worried. I snapped out of my stage of depression and looked upon her.
"May I help you?"
"You sure can by sharing", She responded, handing me the microphone. I hesitated trying to grasp the microphone and gave her a worried look.
"It's ok, Lupe. Just tell them what you remember", she told me as if she was reading my mind. I nodded, stood up and took the microphone from her. I took a sigh out of frustration before I began to speak.
"Check... Mic check... 1,2,1.... *clears throat* Hey guys. As you all know, my name's Lupe. I am a Lopunny gijinka and I'm proud of it, I guess. 16. *clears throat again* Like many of you, this story don't start off very well. Umm... I don't remember... anything of my past..." My ears went off to the side on my head ( A sign that she is very sad ) and I bit my lip to hold back any tears that were coming. I hid my eyes with my bang by lowering my head so no one can see how sensitive I really am. I continued to speak.
"Not my birthday... Not my parents, if I had any. Not anything. All I remember is waking up to hear an annoying girl saying 'hey, are you alright?'. After that day, me and El became the best of friends. Sisters actually... She was sort of like a mother but I wouldn't call her that. A lil while later we meet Faye and she became family as well. " I began to smile.
"Every now and then I would have... 'Visions' or 'dreams' or something of the sort. I don't know if they are from the past or not.... but... in the meantime, I'm not worried bout any of that. I have Estelle and Faye and all of you guys..." My face turned a slight red. I didn't know what was more embarrassing. Me saying that or the look that the other gijinkas were giving me as if they were saying 'Did she really just say that??'. I continued on with my speech.
"I would... love to get to know everyone a little more... and become a big family of our own..." I just suddenly stopped speaking. I knew said too much. I handed the mic back to Estelle and sat on the couch behind her.
"Sharing was a bad idea", I whispered to myself but loud enough so that Estelle can hear my complaint.
~Lupe
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Lupe hates for people to see her sensitive side. :3 she is REAAAAALLY sensitive and is embarrassed very easily but she tries to hide it in that 'shawtay-tough' attitude of hers.
Lupe: -////- you know to much, Nellie.
Me: I am your creator after all. ;D
Lupe: *groans*
I listened to all of the stories being told, some of really interesting and whatnot, and somehow, I got handed the mic.
"Um, well, I'm Shupple the Shuppet. Um... My parents were Banette, and they were captured when I was 12, so I've been on my own ever since. Just barely a few months ago, I met a guy named Kyoudai and we traveled a little bit together, and now I'm with you guys so... yeah." I kept it mostly to a minimum and handed it back to Estelle.
I didn't like talking. It was never really my forte of things I can do well, especially if it's about my past. I never really liked it, since it dealed with my parents getting captured and I being put a cage for testing. That's the part I never really liked to talk about.
I slouched down onto the floor in a dark corner and curled up into a ball. I just wanted to disappear...
~Shupple