Post by Bear on Jul 27, 2014 21:47:39 GMT -5
Did something ever seem so right in the spur of the moment, but after the adrenalin, the emotions, dissipated, felt like a pretty bad idea? Yeah, she was having that moment. Grace felt like she was way in over her head. When her parents had video-chatted her the night before her big move, their faces clearly smug with the victory of finally putting her to school as they spoke of how proud they were, Grace was overwhelmed with a burning resentment. That exchange was enough to provoke her to abandon ship.. for an actual ship. She was on a high, fueled by a stifled bitterness, that was starting to deflate. The realization that she was taking a risky dive head-first into literally foreign territory, with no backup plan, all by her lonesome, finally dawned on her like a terrible hangover. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Being alone scared her most of all. Grace lived her entire eighteen years always surrounded by family, friends, and familiar faces. Now she was utterly and positively alone on this strange land. Of course, there was her man friend. But God knows where he was right now. He had a three month head start.
So here she was, clutching her ticket as if it was her lifeline. To a certain degree, it kind of was. It was this same ticket that promptly placed her in this state of poverty. This feeling was also very unfamiliar. The itching uneasiness Grace felt having barely a cent in her purse was a sharp reminder of the upper-middle-class life she has enjoyed since birth and just recently threw away without much thought. There was no way a hurricane was going to part her and this stupid ticket. That would leave her in a dire state of actual poverty, and she'll have to resort to the parents for help and oh gosh. Her hands were sticky with sweat and the flimsy plastic was creasing, and her nerves gradually chipped away with every step she took out of the harbor and into the direction of a ranch yonder.
But the high of spontaneity was fun while it lasted. The ferry she boarded had only one stop: the Caspian harbor, so everyone onboard were hopeful trainers and coordinators, and even breeders, as well. Most were friendly and nervous like her. Others were arrogant and big talkers, and were obviously mom's and dad's special kiddo. She was graced with the company of a couple of haughty boys, and she told them of her glorious escape story, they boasted, everyone laughed, and subtle flirting flew around. She couldn't remember their names. Then land spotted. And while everyone was gathered around the sides, craning for a look, bubbling with excited chatter, Grace was experiencing a full-on panic attack.
When the boat docked, everyone flooded out the gangway and to shore, a stampede of people headed for the next chapter of their life. Lagging behind the pack was a Grace Chandler who was still trying to get her anxiety handled. She was finally ushered off the ship by the crew, who were impatient to head off for another batch of incoming trainers. At that point, it looked like she was going to make the walk to the ranch by her lonesome.
It wasn't too bad, she supposed. The crashing of waves against the shore only a soft murmur behind her, her environment came to life before her eyes. During her small trek, Grace glimpsed more Pokemon than she'd ever seen in her entire life, some she though she's heard of, and some completely alien. This lifted her spirits. The official-looking gentleman had said that this isolated island was pretty much clean of baddies you needed to worry about. But coming from a large city, it was instinct that she was a little wary of her surroundings since she was by herself. However, it was the scorching middle of the day and the only other living things she saw here were the Pokemon, so she dropped her guard a bit and relaxed. Her nerves were calming somewhat.
The ranch came into view, and Grace dropped all reservations and made a mad dash for the white picket fence that skirted the ranch area. Arms hugging the painted wood, the girl stared wide-eyed into the pastures on the other side and the plethora of Pokemon teeming in it. It was the greatest thing she ever saw. A renewed energy surged into her step, Grace continued her brief journey with more confidence. The house that was her destination was a short way further, a homey little building that she would've easily overlooked had she not been informed of its significance.
Grace shuffled to the doorstep, bracing herself for what's to come. After this, it'd be too late to back out. She approached the door and reached for the doorknob, but hesitated. The cottage looked a little too.. residential to just open the door and walk in, like what you'd do at a public building, even if people come here on the daily to get business done. So she gave the door a series of knocks to the tune of "Happy Birthday" out of habit and hoped she got an answer soon, before she got a chance to chicken out.
So here she was, clutching her ticket as if it was her lifeline. To a certain degree, it kind of was. It was this same ticket that promptly placed her in this state of poverty. This feeling was also very unfamiliar. The itching uneasiness Grace felt having barely a cent in her purse was a sharp reminder of the upper-middle-class life she has enjoyed since birth and just recently threw away without much thought. There was no way a hurricane was going to part her and this stupid ticket. That would leave her in a dire state of actual poverty, and she'll have to resort to the parents for help and oh gosh. Her hands were sticky with sweat and the flimsy plastic was creasing, and her nerves gradually chipped away with every step she took out of the harbor and into the direction of a ranch yonder.
But the high of spontaneity was fun while it lasted. The ferry she boarded had only one stop: the Caspian harbor, so everyone onboard were hopeful trainers and coordinators, and even breeders, as well. Most were friendly and nervous like her. Others were arrogant and big talkers, and were obviously mom's and dad's special kiddo. She was graced with the company of a couple of haughty boys, and she told them of her glorious escape story, they boasted, everyone laughed, and subtle flirting flew around. She couldn't remember their names. Then land spotted. And while everyone was gathered around the sides, craning for a look, bubbling with excited chatter, Grace was experiencing a full-on panic attack.
When the boat docked, everyone flooded out the gangway and to shore, a stampede of people headed for the next chapter of their life. Lagging behind the pack was a Grace Chandler who was still trying to get her anxiety handled. She was finally ushered off the ship by the crew, who were impatient to head off for another batch of incoming trainers. At that point, it looked like she was going to make the walk to the ranch by her lonesome.
It wasn't too bad, she supposed. The crashing of waves against the shore only a soft murmur behind her, her environment came to life before her eyes. During her small trek, Grace glimpsed more Pokemon than she'd ever seen in her entire life, some she though she's heard of, and some completely alien. This lifted her spirits. The official-looking gentleman had said that this isolated island was pretty much clean of baddies you needed to worry about. But coming from a large city, it was instinct that she was a little wary of her surroundings since she was by herself. However, it was the scorching middle of the day and the only other living things she saw here were the Pokemon, so she dropped her guard a bit and relaxed. Her nerves were calming somewhat.
The ranch came into view, and Grace dropped all reservations and made a mad dash for the white picket fence that skirted the ranch area. Arms hugging the painted wood, the girl stared wide-eyed into the pastures on the other side and the plethora of Pokemon teeming in it. It was the greatest thing she ever saw. A renewed energy surged into her step, Grace continued her brief journey with more confidence. The house that was her destination was a short way further, a homey little building that she would've easily overlooked had she not been informed of its significance.
Grace shuffled to the doorstep, bracing herself for what's to come. After this, it'd be too late to back out. She approached the door and reached for the doorknob, but hesitated. The cottage looked a little too.. residential to just open the door and walk in, like what you'd do at a public building, even if people come here on the daily to get business done. So she gave the door a series of knocks to the tune of "Happy Birthday" out of habit and hoped she got an answer soon, before she got a chance to chicken out.
occ// okay yikes. I was on a roll, then realized I was writing a lot of gibberish that I could've left off.. But I usually feel the need to cover of background stuff on the very first post. So nothing this bad again!
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