OOC: I said I was going to do it and here I am...posting a fan fic. I've wanted to do it for a while and I hope you like the fruits of my labor. CONSTRUCTIVE critism (that mean don't harshly shoot me down please) is very much welcomed. And now here is her story....
Giselle was, once again, back in my bedroom, the television going, in her hometown of Pallet. She had failed for the fourth or fifth time to win a gym badge so she was severely depressed. She was dazed, her dull brown eyes out of focus, only vaguely listening to the TV. She just played with her long white hair inattentively. Her depression wasn't helped by the continual praise that her friends received from the people around the town as she returned from the Pewter City after another fiasco.
"Did you hear about Elisabeth? Her Squirtle is already fully evolved!"
"Or what about Jean. He's on his, what, seventh badge?"
"Don't forget Marie. She collected over 100 different species of Pokemon and she's not that far into her journey!"
Giselle hated them all: for reminding them of her failure and for praising her friends in front of her. No one ever mentioned her name, except in gossip or in a joke. She felt like an embarrassment to her town. Pallet Town had a reputation for producing the greatest trainers around and Giselle didn't measure up. She couldn't catch a Pokemon to save her life; the fact that she even had two Pokemon was a bit of an accident. She had also never beaten a trainer. She often wondered why she even became a trainer in the first place…oh yeah, that's why.
Trainers were heroes: glamorous, strong, and respected…what Giselle wanted to be. They traveled all over the world and had powerful Pokemon. And in Pallet Town, strong trainers were next to God in the minds of the townspeople. They adored their hometown heroes. Giselle wanted desperately to be adored like that. She received her starter Pokemon, Charmander, and set out on the road, but she found out that being a trainer was much more difficult that she could have imagined.
There was no one to make you dinner on the road, no one to give you money, no one to remind you to be sure to pack a coat, no one to take care of your Pokemon when you didn't feel like it…Life on the road turned out to be very harsh and unforgiving. It required something that Giselle felt she didn't have.
And then there was the Pokemon training itself. It was nothing like Giselle saw on TV, where the trainers seem to know everything there is to know about battling and Pokemon, where everything always turned out perfectly. Pokemon battling took much more strategy than just calling out attacks. Then there was more to training Pokemon that just battling. It was like taking care of a child; they had their own personalities, too, but Giselle wasn't great with identifying with her Pokemon. They needed things like humans did, like food. And Giselle didn't always have it to give. Those were dark days... She never got much farther than Pewter City.
So it was with a heavy heart that she kept returning home after all her failures, the subject of all Pallet Town's gossip and the butt of many jokes. This time was no different and she was starting to reach her breaking point. A commercial for a cheap ship ride to Sinnoh flashed across the TV screen, catching Giselle's interest. She wanted out of Pallet Town and out of Kanto completely. The commercial said that all who wanted to go should go to Vermillion City three days from now and pay just $100 to board the ship. Giselle had heard enough and turned off the TV before the commercial had even finished.
This was her chance, she thought, to get out of this godforsaken town. She began making preparations immediately.
OOC: Was it good or dreadful? It wasn't too slow or contrived was it? ~Stops freaking out now~ Once again I did try and I hope it's met Pokecharm's standards. Smiley
(The server move ate most of this fic so I'm restoring it. I'm putting everything under the same format but I haven't changed any of the content yet.
Giselle
Giselle was, once again, back in my bedroom, the television going, in her hometown of Pallet. She had failed for the fourth or fifth time to win a gym badge so she was severely depressed. She was dazed, her dull brown eyes out of focus, only vaguely listening to the TV. She just played with her long white hair inattentively. Her depression wasn't helped by the continual praise that her friends received from the people around the town as she returned from the Pewter City after another fiasco.
"Did you hear about Elisabeth? Her Squirtle is already fully evolved!"
"Or what about Jean. He's on his, what, seventh badge?"
"Don't forget Marie. She collected over 100 different species of Pokemon and she's not that far into her journey!"
Giselle hated them all: for reminding them of her failure and for praising her friends in front of her. No one ever mentioned her name, except in gossip or in a joke. She felt like an embarrassment to her town. Pallet Town had a reputation for producing the greatest trainers around and Giselle didn't measure up. She couldn't catch a Pokemon to save her life; the fact that she even had two Pokemon was a bit of an accident. She had also never beaten a trainer. She often wondered why she even became a trainer in the first place…oh yeah, that's why.
Trainers were heroes: glamorous, strong, and respected…what Giselle wanted to be. They traveled all over the world and had powerful Pokemon. And in Pallet Town, strong trainers were next to God in the minds of the townspeople. They adored their hometown heroes. Giselle wanted desperately to be adored like that. She received her starter Pokemon, Charmander, and set out on the road, but she found out that being a trainer was much more difficult that she could have imagined.
There was no one to make you dinner on the road, no one to give you money, no one to remind you to be sure to pack a coat, no one to take care of your Pokemon when you didn't feel like it…Life on the road turned out to be very harsh and unforgiving. It required something that Giselle felt she didn't have.
And then there was the Pokemon training itself. It was nothing like Giselle saw on TV, where the trainers seem to know everything there is to know about battling and Pokemon, where everything always turned out perfectly. Pokemon battling took much more strategy than just calling out attacks. Then there was more to training Pokemon that just battling. It was like taking care of a child; they had their own personalities, too, but Giselle wasn't great with identifying with her Pokemon. They needed things like humans did, like food. And Giselle didn't always have it to give. Those were dark days... She never got much farther than Pewter City.
So it was with a heavy heart that she kept returning home after all her failures, the subject of all Pallet Town's gossip and the butt of many jokes. This time was no different and she was starting to reach her breaking point. A commercial for a cheap ship ride to Sinnoh flashed across the TV screen, catching Giselle's interest. She wanted out of Pallet Town and out of Kanto completely. The commercial said that all who wanted to go should go to Vermillion City three days from now and pay just $100 to board the ship. Giselle had heard enough and turned off the TV before the commercial had even finished.
This was her chance, she thought, to get out of this godforsaken town. She began making preparations immediately.
OOC: Was it good or dreadful? It wasn't too slow or contrived was it? ~Stops freaking out now~ Once again I did try and I hope it's met Pokecharm's standards. Smiley
(The server move ate most of this fic so I'm restoring it. I'm putting everything under the same format but I haven't changed any of the content yet.
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