-Poochy
I listened to everyone's story and so far, it didn't sound like many of us had a happy story...
Sighing I went and sat down on the couch and noticed that Mear was drawing something and would occasionally stare off into space. I tried to sneak a peak at what he was drawing, but he noticed me and and turned away so I couldn't see.
I moved closer to try and see but again, he shifted his position so I couldn't see. But of course if you don't know something and you continue to find out but you fail, it just makes you more curious...
"What are you drawing?" I whispered. He looked up at me from whatever he was drawing and mumbled, "It's nothing.." Mear said looking away.
"Well, then if it's nothing can I see?" He was about to say something when I heard someone call my name. "Poochy since you seem to be in the mood to talk, why don't you go?" Estelle said raising an eye brow.
I blushed and realized I was basically leaning over Mear to see what he was drawing. I moved away quickly and got up on stage.
"Uhhh...Well I'm Poochy, the Poochyena. Like Akira said, she found me and my...Xboyfriend. We were attacked by bounty hunters and then I was captured, my xboyfriend 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." I paused thinking it over and making sure I had everything. "And that's it!" I jumped lightly down from stage and went over to the couch again and sat by Mear.
"Sorry Mear." I said embarrassed.
Continue?
~Poochy
Hope that's fine KC XD
As the bell rang out, I cursed my acute designer concepts. After my awkward start at talking to those in the kitchen, I broke down from speech and had returned to my drawing. What only seemed like seconds later, however after looking at the clock I found that it was much longer than that, I found that some sort of meeting was to be held, and that Estelle was at the forefront of it. As people were dragged out of their rooms to see what the commotion was about, I cursed my designer ideas again and flipped my sketchbook closed. Well, time to see what this commotion is about.
As I came into the crowd, I found that this fluctuating mob was surrounding a few choice few. It became apparent that they were explaining who they were and such and such. I found it particularly strange that none of them outright knew each other. Was this not a club of some sorts? Then again, large clubs did tend to disregard personalization due to its sheer size gradient.
My finger tapped on the side of my sketchpad as I tried to force more regulatory nerves to calm themselves. If I allowed my nerves to rule me, I would resort to panic again which in this crowd would only cause more tense feelings. Breathing out, I half mediated to my own tempo. Breathing out, I moved my sketchbook to my right arm and moved closer to the front more or less to listen and learn about the individual persons in the club.
However, my plan to watch was suddenly voided as I was nominated to say a bit of background on myself. Unsure of exactly what to do, I sighed and took the microphone. Looking to everyone else, I felt the nerve rise up in me again, and I found that my hand was bracing the microphone like a metal clamp threatening to break it.
“Hello,” I began as my eyes moved to the void space just above everyone’s heads. I found refuge in not looking directly at people, and slowly my own tempo began to come to the forefront of my mind. “My name is Mear, and I am a smeargle. I am also a traveling artist.” I made somewhat of a crescent motion with my head to nod at the sketchbook still resting under my arm. “I have traveled over many regions drawing different scenes and things.” Oh will my nerves cease to rule my ever beating heart. I was becoming unnerved and unsure of how to fix it.
Bowing my head a moment, I handed the microphone back to Estelle and proceeded away from the looks of the group. Breathing a miniscule sigh of relief at being away from the mass amounts of gazes, I relaxed a bit more and settled back into the crowd. Standing back once again towards the back wall, I continued to watch as people announced who they were and what things they did. The stories were somewhat interesting, but more or less, I grew bored and flipped open my sketchbook. The images of many Gijika all clustered together had strange caused me to want to draw them all. However, I was not going to expose myself once again to see everyone’s forefronts, so I simply settled for drawing people’s backs and things.
It was an interesting new perspective, and yet with newness came the obvious weakness in being able to copy it directly. I soon found myself somewhat frustrated at the picture I had started. Flipping a new page and beginning a new, I once again began to draw all of the Gijika. This try proved to be better, and I was somewhat more satisfied with it. Nodding my head, I continued to draw as the room ever changed by those who moved away from the spotlight and those who moved towards it. I found it quiet interesting that there was such a wide range of different pokemon and ages. I had not expected such young children to be in the house, and with this came strange memories of the young smeargle that often flocked to the elders to try and copy their drawings. I couldn’t help but remember my own endeavors to try and draw perfectly as the elders did. Before more thoughts could posses me, I realized that I had begun to move off in a tangent and had started to not really see what I was drawing.
Looking down at the picture, I found that it had somehow evolved into a picture of a vast amount of smeargle that I had known in the past. We had all been a colony living outside of Lillycove, and we were more of a family than anything else. Sighing to myself, I caught myself thinking about them and shook my head. I had left simply to pursue what a vast majority of smeargle wished to which was to draw and see everything there was to see and reproduce it on paper. Falling to convictions is not something that I personally believed in, and yet it was what I had done, and honestly at that point in time, I had no real regrets about it.
Flipping a new page of the sketchbook, I began once again drawing everyone in the room, and as I returned my attention to the introductions again, I found that I had somehow missed many again. I really do need to pay more attention sometimes. I caught myself staring back at the centered and methodically bit into the head of my red pen. Being resilient to my constant biting, the pen retained its shape as I started using it once again to draw what I was seeing onto the paper.
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^^; oh my you guys really do move fast don't you? I was away for most of the morning, and I come back and there is a lot of new posts. Heh, I must say I really like this club. Anyways, if anyone wants to interrupt Mear's thoughts as he's drawing or something, feel free. Hah~
Mear
and
KC
I had to be running for ours and the weather was getting colder and colder. Finally it appeared to be snowing. But I was staying firm to following Froslass, suddenly I lost it. I stopped myself in the snow and something happened it seemed to be an Ominous Wind appeared. CRAP! I put my hands in front of my face so I could at least stay. She must have caught on to me following her.
After a few moments it disappeared. I was freezing since well I wasn't planning on running this far, but than I noticed a cave and some footprints leading into it. It was dark and gloomy. Icecicles were hanging from the sealing and I continued to walk. I used a small spark on my finger to light the way, I hadn't recharged from anything and felt weak. I haven't even ate yet.
I continued and I heard some one running threw the caves and so I ran faster too, suddenly I realized I had nothing behind me, I began to fall through the ground.
"AHHHH!!!" I screamed as I fell threw the caves floor.
-END-
When that alarm woke me up, I thought I was still dreaming; however the sound of steps walking outside made me sat down.
“It must be important, it must be important” I repeated as I stood up and found any clothes. It seemed my pants were clean and dry, they were the only thing that survived; after looking for a while I found a black tank top and left the room like that; my shoes died too and I was begging to think if getting out like that was fine.
As I walked I heard what it was all about, we were sharing our pasts to know about the others. A good idea since we were going to live together.
Suddenly I heard someone was still in her room; I entered thinking she didn’t hear what was going on; what I found was a depressed Kat.
“are you feeling fine Kat?” I asked knowing it was a stupid question.
“ge..get away” she managed to say, however I wasn’t going to leave her like that so I sat down next to her.
“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed of crying; keeping everything with you is a bad idea because at some point you’ll explode..” I don’t know if it worked but more tears felt through her face. The next thing I was doing was hugging her and trying to comfort her; after some minutes she calmed a little and I thought it was the time for me to leave.
“I’ll be going, it would be great for you to come too Kat but if you don’t want, no one would force you. Don’t worry I’m not telling anybody” I said smiling to her and left the room.
Nina was the one talking and when she finished she began to cry.
“Can I continue?” I said in a loud voice; Estelle nodded and then began to calm Nina. As I got to the place I wondered what should I said; when we were trapped back at the contest, I swear I heard that strange man talking to Hon about a DNA experiment and our family but I wasn’t sure.
“Hello, my name is Hoom and I’m 17 years old. I used to live in a big pack of Houndours and Houndooms but Hon and I didn’t get along with them because of their points of views and ways to do the things; we were kind of alone since then… At one point we were being forced to become the leaders of the pack but before it happened a group of bounty hunters caught all the pack; I was saved by my brother and thought I had lost him forever. Since that day I travelled around escaping from the pack and trying to find my brother until I met this wonderful group of gijinkas. Days later I found out my brother was alive and I’m glad to have him here with me…”I said smiling and looking to Hon “I guess he can give you more information about some kind of experiment, right Hon?” I wanted to know what the truth was.
I knew I had talked without details but for some reason, the relationship with my father was something I wanted to keep for a little bit longer. I waited for someonw to talk.
-Hoom
hope that was ok hehe
I kept running, I heard a ringing in my ears, but it only lasted a few seconds and I ignored it. I kept running until I get to the edge of the forest and my legs didn't want to move any further. I let out a gasped breath because I tired myself out. Despite the fact I wasn't a really fast runner, when I tried to run fast I tired myself out.
As I was resting on the ground, I heard something running towards me and I quickly hid in the bushes. The bushes had some oran and sitrus berries, which looked good. Even though I was hungry I kept low though as I saw a Luxray gijinka come up and start looking around. He looks familiar...
I thought for a moment and realized he was from the club. Shoot... should've kept quiet when I was leaving. He must've heard me. He sniffed the air and looked towards where I was. I clamped my mouth closed and kept still in the bushes. Why'd he come out here in the first place? I'm so stupid and should've just walked out of the door not to cause a scene... But wait, does that mean they care?... Then again maybe not... I have no clue maybe it's out of pity... that's probably it
I bit open some sitrus berries and oran beeries to help mask my scent maybe even a little bit. I needed to bide time on what to do. I needed a distraction, I was so close to the cave that lead up to my home... Then I had an idea... I'd have to give up my security blanket for the time being though... I looked down at it and nodded, then sang quietly:
This is the song of the ominous winds
This is the song that causes fright
This is the song that will blow you away
Until you disappear into the night...
The wind started to stur up into my attack: Ominous Wind. Trees started to shake and leaves flew everywhere, my blanket lifted off and flew away, distracting him for a minute at least. Then I grabbed a few berries and hurried away into the cave. It smelled more of different pokemon so hopefully this would help... But was it worth it to lose a precious memory?
I shook my head and continued on into the cave.
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Faye's attack Ominous Wind is activated when she sings. She can control how powerful it will be with how she sings and since she sung low, it only caused the trees to shake and her blanket to fly off. It could actually knock someone down as well.
Faye's security blanket is actually the blanket snowrunts are normally seen clinging onto. Her parents had given her her blanket and she would often lose it a lot, but she always found it. She's worried this time because she's not sure if she'll ever be able to return and get it
-Faye
