Post by Amethyst on Aug 26, 2016 17:48:53 GMT 11
Eight years ago Amethyst was dropped off to the tiny hamlet town of New Bark. The city had a homely feeling compared to her oh so lavish lifestyle of living in a christian boarding school for the three years she was with them. However this tiny little town would be a great spot to relax for the time being. Without a Visa or cash, Amethyst did what she would do best...act innocent. The homely city of New Bark took her in as one of their own. She had told the residents of the family she was staying with that her step mother and step father had beat her every night within an inch of her life. Poor little Amethyst was so heart broken and molested that she did not trust anyone to help her. But the kind family brought her in as a child of their own. For the next few weeks Amethyst stayed with this well respected family. She was given proper place to sleep, as she had told them she mostly slept in a cardboard box, sometimes when her family was generous, they would give her a dirty towel to keep her warm at night.
These lies that Amethyst spun were so incredibly drawn out but left the family heart broken, they had no choice but to take care of her. You see, the family had lost their son at an early age. And they were grief stricken for a long time, and when Amethyst showed up, it was like their prayers had been answered with a new child of their own. Of course they knew Amethyst was not of their blood, but she was treated as such. Amethyst was able to wurmple her way through their lives rather easily, giving them sob stories to keep them entertained and throwing nice things at her. Anything from expensive pretty dresses to glittering jewelry, almost anything she ever wanted they would provide for her. Did Ame feel bad for spinning this web of lies to them? Of course not. They were fools, mere stepping stones to be used to get her foot in the door. Of course came the day that the father had told her of the Squirtle their son was unable to use. He was given this turtle Pokemon as a new trainer, yet the Pokemon in question was a little...strange and odd. It seemed rather...dangerous and unknown for the young boy. However, due to sickness he would not be able to keep the Squirtle and the family kept it within its original Pokeball, rarely ever released due to its potential dangerous rages.
Of course this piqued the interest of the plum hair colored girl. She had asked the family to allow her to train the Pokemon and take up the mantle of where their son could not. Reluctant and weary of the request, the father handed her the Pokeball and out the door she went to a secluded area of Route 29.
"I remember as it were yesterday...My first experience with Squirtle. Yeah, he was a tough little Pokemon that's for sure. However, that look in his eyes the first day we met, something of a spark was between us. We knew we would be an incredible team. Most people believe in a companionship with their Pokemon. I don't disagree with this...But for Squirtle and myself, it was a business transaction between the two of us. So long as I provided him fodder and other Pokes to destroy in battle, he would listen to me without hesitation...But I am getting ahead of myself. That came much later..."
Amethyst had taken Squirtle out of its pokeball. The stream of red light bounced around as the ball was tossed into the air finally landing in the grass and revealing the turtle Pokemon. The Pokemon looked over its shoulder, it had no idea how long it had been cramped in that Pokeball, always resting and sleeping. It paid little attention to Amethyst and just grunted while it popped the joints in its shoulders and neck. The audible pops continued until it finally spun around, "Squirtle." The Pokemon pointed to itself. It's voice a tad deeper than a normal Squirtle voice, but none the less it looked like it had been locked away for a good while. Amethyst smiled and sat down on her legs to look the Pokemon over. What the hell was she doing? He wondered, his eyes narrowing down at her as she smiled. Then there was that spark, something of an intense chemical jolt. Images spun in his head as he took a step back seemed to cross his arms over his sturdy body.
"You look like shit..." Amethyst said to the Pokemon. In response to her comment, he pointed to the Pokeball, "Squirtle, squirt. Squirt, squirtle." The childish laugh came bubbling from the young girl, "I'm Amethyst and Squirtle. You are gonna be my Pokemon." The Squirtle started to laugh at her, pointing at her and laughing and shaking its head. Then he pointed to himself, "Squirtle," then he proceeded to make a threat on her life by drawing his hand across his neck and then pointed at Amethyst, "Squirt." A deeper and darker tone of voice that time.
The girl chuckled, not giving into the threat of her life. She stood and folded her arms over her small chest, "I bet. Really though, you ARE going to be my Pokemon. But I guess...you'll do. I have heard stories you like to go rampaging on other Pokemon. Beating them until they are barely alive. But you don't look so tough. I bet all those stories were just full of fluff to make you sound menacing..." Oh she was egging the Squirtle on no doubt, pushing his buttons to the extreme.
However, the little Pokemon knew her scheme. He was too smart for that childish reverse pyschology. "Squirtle. Squirt..." he made a small fist and shook it. The he gestured for her to follow and proceeded to a tree. "Squirtle....SQUIRTLE!" The words echoed in the small glade where he thumped the tree bark causing it to shake and sway from his fist. He turned back around to Amethyst, "Squirtle, squirt, squirt. Irtle, squirt, Squirtle." Then proceeded to point at itself again. Amethyst nodded, "Alright. How about this. I will achnowledge if you are strong enough to be my Pokemon if you can beat a random pokemon on this Route. I think they were so afraid of you because they didn't know how to handle you. I think you are so over anxious because your trainer was weak willed and wouldn't let you go all out. Squirtle, from this point on...You are unchained."
There was a glint in her eyes that the Squirtle had never seen in another human. Was she serious? Would she really let him go Berserk on anything other Pokemon. That sounded too good to be true, but he would test her just as she was testing him. With a head nod, he proceeded to look for something of a worthy challenge...
These lies that Amethyst spun were so incredibly drawn out but left the family heart broken, they had no choice but to take care of her. You see, the family had lost their son at an early age. And they were grief stricken for a long time, and when Amethyst showed up, it was like their prayers had been answered with a new child of their own. Of course they knew Amethyst was not of their blood, but she was treated as such. Amethyst was able to wurmple her way through their lives rather easily, giving them sob stories to keep them entertained and throwing nice things at her. Anything from expensive pretty dresses to glittering jewelry, almost anything she ever wanted they would provide for her. Did Ame feel bad for spinning this web of lies to them? Of course not. They were fools, mere stepping stones to be used to get her foot in the door. Of course came the day that the father had told her of the Squirtle their son was unable to use. He was given this turtle Pokemon as a new trainer, yet the Pokemon in question was a little...strange and odd. It seemed rather...dangerous and unknown for the young boy. However, due to sickness he would not be able to keep the Squirtle and the family kept it within its original Pokeball, rarely ever released due to its potential dangerous rages.
Of course this piqued the interest of the plum hair colored girl. She had asked the family to allow her to train the Pokemon and take up the mantle of where their son could not. Reluctant and weary of the request, the father handed her the Pokeball and out the door she went to a secluded area of Route 29.
"I remember as it were yesterday...My first experience with Squirtle. Yeah, he was a tough little Pokemon that's for sure. However, that look in his eyes the first day we met, something of a spark was between us. We knew we would be an incredible team. Most people believe in a companionship with their Pokemon. I don't disagree with this...But for Squirtle and myself, it was a business transaction between the two of us. So long as I provided him fodder and other Pokes to destroy in battle, he would listen to me without hesitation...But I am getting ahead of myself. That came much later..."
Amethyst had taken Squirtle out of its pokeball. The stream of red light bounced around as the ball was tossed into the air finally landing in the grass and revealing the turtle Pokemon. The Pokemon looked over its shoulder, it had no idea how long it had been cramped in that Pokeball, always resting and sleeping. It paid little attention to Amethyst and just grunted while it popped the joints in its shoulders and neck. The audible pops continued until it finally spun around, "Squirtle." The Pokemon pointed to itself. It's voice a tad deeper than a normal Squirtle voice, but none the less it looked like it had been locked away for a good while. Amethyst smiled and sat down on her legs to look the Pokemon over. What the hell was she doing? He wondered, his eyes narrowing down at her as she smiled. Then there was that spark, something of an intense chemical jolt. Images spun in his head as he took a step back seemed to cross his arms over his sturdy body.
"You look like shit..." Amethyst said to the Pokemon. In response to her comment, he pointed to the Pokeball, "Squirtle, squirt. Squirt, squirtle." The childish laugh came bubbling from the young girl, "I'm Amethyst and Squirtle. You are gonna be my Pokemon." The Squirtle started to laugh at her, pointing at her and laughing and shaking its head. Then he pointed to himself, "Squirtle," then he proceeded to make a threat on her life by drawing his hand across his neck and then pointed at Amethyst, "Squirt." A deeper and darker tone of voice that time.
The girl chuckled, not giving into the threat of her life. She stood and folded her arms over her small chest, "I bet. Really though, you ARE going to be my Pokemon. But I guess...you'll do. I have heard stories you like to go rampaging on other Pokemon. Beating them until they are barely alive. But you don't look so tough. I bet all those stories were just full of fluff to make you sound menacing..." Oh she was egging the Squirtle on no doubt, pushing his buttons to the extreme.
However, the little Pokemon knew her scheme. He was too smart for that childish reverse pyschology. "Squirtle. Squirt..." he made a small fist and shook it. The he gestured for her to follow and proceeded to a tree. "Squirtle....SQUIRTLE!" The words echoed in the small glade where he thumped the tree bark causing it to shake and sway from his fist. He turned back around to Amethyst, "Squirtle, squirt, squirt. Irtle, squirt, Squirtle." Then proceeded to point at itself again. Amethyst nodded, "Alright. How about this. I will achnowledge if you are strong enough to be my Pokemon if you can beat a random pokemon on this Route. I think they were so afraid of you because they didn't know how to handle you. I think you are so over anxious because your trainer was weak willed and wouldn't let you go all out. Squirtle, from this point on...You are unchained."
There was a glint in her eyes that the Squirtle had never seen in another human. Was she serious? Would she really let him go Berserk on anything other Pokemon. That sounded too good to be true, but he would test her just as she was testing him. With a head nod, he proceeded to look for something of a worthy challenge...
