I walked out of the main hall, grabbed my parasol and playing cards, and decided to go outside. It was more peaceful when it was dark outside with the moon only showing. And it was the only way I was able to get rid of my headache.
Going outside, I found Lupe being rushed inside, seeming to be out like a light, so I decided not to worry. She normally did fine with everybody else in the club... I walked over to a tree and sat down under it, the tree branches drooping low, giving a shadow and darkness over me.
I noticed I was near the guy who made this place, Mear, I think. I could say hi to him, but whenever I talk, especially at night, something bad happens. Something always does...
I glanced at him and smiled, which he returned with a small one. He went back to his sketchpad and I went back to my cards. I never really understood why I liked playing with cards, since I'm a ghost Pokemon and they practically go right through my hand in the moonlight, but in the dark, I'm able to touch them and play with them. I could never understand why it was like that.
Placing my deck on the ground and opening up my parasol and putting it behind me, the shadow looming over the cards, the cards literally lifted up into mid-air, floating in front of me. I touched the top of the deck and a few cards laid out in front of me, so I decided to deal a few cards, and I started up Solitaire for myself.
"What's that?" I looked to where I heard the voice, and I saw Mear right in front of me, his sketchbook wide open in front of him. Why was he talking to me?
"It's... um... I don't... um... I don't really know how to explain it," I muttered, but it was loud enough for Mear to hear. Great...
I started out a new deck, and once again, the cards were laid out in front of me, floating in mid-air.
