My Pokemon Ranch: The Underdogs (Rated T)

Chapter 2

Sir Derek announced the job to all of the students, and Alice groaned as she was assigned as a 'cook'. Cooking wasn't her specialty, and if she dared mess up, everyone would be eligible to blame her for doing a lousy job. The girl was frustrated, facing Sir Derek and then the egg snuggled in her arms. Complaining was useless as she realized, some of the other students complaining about their own assignments. The man refused to change his mind, nor consider their petty complaints to be something of value.

Alice was finished eaves-dropping. Heading towards the kitchen, she looked behind her, hoping someone would follow her. It appeared they were all too busy complaining. She let out a sigh as she cradled her shiny black egg. For a moment, she wondered if putting the egg back in the cabin would prevent any casualties in the kitchen, but decided against it. As long as she was careful, her pokemon egg wouldn't be damaged, and it would hatch sooner as she believed.

Walking into the kitchen, she scanned the room with her multi-colored eyes. It was small and somewhat dirty. Its appearance disgusted the girl, and she frowned in disapproval. Whoever was working in here previously was a complete slob, as it showed with non-sanitary dishes and pieces of food that had been left out. She set down her egg on one of the more clean, small tables. Alice mumbled to herself under her breathe as she switched on the water from the sink, grabbing whatever dishes she could find and scrubbing them with a soapy wash cloth. She was never a fan of dish washing.

As she scrambled through her thoughts, Alice began to wonder what they were even suppose to be cooking. Sir Derek hadn't bothered to mention what they were assigned to prepare, unless she had missed it in his oh-so-important speech. The girl didn't bother to actually listen to half of it, except for the main part where he announced what jobs each person was given. Stopping the water, she dried what dishes she had scrubbed clean and searched through the kitchen, analyzing where the dishes and silverware were kept.

Alice put away whatever she could, stuffing whatever else she couldn't find the location to in a random area with the other dishes. By now, the girl was getting impatient and upset. She hoped the other trainers would hurry inside, and as if it was magic, she saw other people coming in to a more clear kitchen. The girl would have smiled, but she was getting tired, and the food wouldn't cook itself. Then again- where was the food?

Ignoring the newcomers, she headed to the refrigerator. Inside revealed mostly vegetables. Though Alice wasn't a fan of them she figured that fruits or vegetables were the only source of food available on the bloody farm. Grabbing some carrots, she grabbed a cutting board along with them and set everything down on the table behind her. She had memorized where the knives were and got one as if she had cooked in this same kitchen several times before. Checking her egg, she looked back down and began cutting the orange vegetables. One of the students also seemed surprised at the food.

"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me! Only fruit and veggie's?! What the heck are we supposed to make with these?!" The girl said aloud. She looked at Alice who was also glancing at her, "Hey. How does vegetable soup sound?"

With a chuckle, Alice nodded, "Sure. Not as if I'll be able to cook anything else."

Talking while cutting, pain shot through the girl's hand as she jerked away her hand from the cutting board. The knife had sliced her finger, though not much, it still hurt. Alice hissed in pain under her breathe. "What a stupid knife. Curse it for being so sharp." The girl hoped none of the other students had seen the event, and quickly she grabbed a napkin near her, cleaning up the blood that was coming out. Obviously it wasn't helping, as the knife also had a smudge of blood on it now. Alice grabbed the cutting instrument and headed for the sink, washing it with caution as well as her finger. Suddenly, another student walked in through the kitchen. She looked displeased at the food being prepared.

"You better do something good with these," she sneered at the cooks, "I'm not living off veggie soup all summer."

"We're not forcing you to eat our food you know," Alice shot back, "You can eat the vegetables out of the ground if those taste better."

By the time she had finished her sentence, the girl was already rolling her eyes and leaving the kitchen. Alice didn't know how to prepare food; not as if anyone had taught her how in the first place. If the others didn't like what she made, not as if she should care. Finished washing, Alice headed to the sack the girl left for them. Carrots themselves couldn't make a great soup. She searched around inside, grabbing some onions, cabbage, and cauliflower. Cutting them up one by one, she gathered her ingredients, and set out a large pot. Tossing the vegetables in, Alice began measuring the water, adding in about 6 cups of the liquid. Figuring it would need to heat up fast, she set the heat to 'high', throwing in some rice she found to mix with the food.

"This is going to take forever..." she grumbled.

Suddenly, picking up movement from the corner of her eyes, she spied a purple creature near her egg. Alice's eyes widened, soon narrowing in anger. Dropping whatever food she was holding in her hands, she yelled at the pokemon, which immediately scrambled down from the table in a rush to get away from the approaching human figure.

"Who the hell let the rat thing in the kitchen?" she growled out at the other cooks, getting a broom from the corner. Alice swore she'd smack it before it touched any of the food, or her egg again. Examining the room, she found a hole in which the purple creature had crept inside the kitchen from. With an evil smile, she looked around the room, finding a heavy pot and placing it over the hole. The pokemon wouldn't be able to move it, and therefore couldn't get its dirty paws into the kitchen again. Satisfied, Alice turned around, only to find the rat munching on a piece of food she had dropped.

"SON OF A-"

Lifting the humongous pot from the hole entrance, she set it behind her as she gripped the broom in her right hand. With a shriek, the pest ran under whatever it could find, angering Alice even more as she failed to get a good hit on the rat. As it ran behind the refrigerator, the girl smacked it from behind with a good 'thwack' of her weapon. Maybe she was being cruel, maybe she wasn't; but in her mind it didn't matter, Alice just wanted the thing to go back into its hole.


-Not finished yet, just saving this until I get the chance to write again.-

Also, I made sprites of Alice...thanks Kiyoshi for inspiring me. lol.
EDIT: They look great, only to be ruined by the bad quality on here. lC

*pants*
FIVE MICROSOFT WORD PAGES.
AND STILL NOT DONE.

I'm waiting for the kitchen crew to finish up with their meals, when they are, I'll wrap up my chapter. But my goodness, it was fun to write!

I got quite creative with it, so, enjoy!

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Valenine was exiting the gardens when he heard Derek call back to the ranchers for their "first assignment." Interesting enough, he thought, and at least this would distract him for further dropping of his surreal egg of wonder, which he flattered more often then a- then, um…. actually, no one really complements something this much without being an obsessive lunatic.

Upon being finally able to shake the odd narrating thoughts he was having about himself, he approached a small, dark cabin-like building right in front of where he was supposed to meet Derek and the others. Following his explorative heart, he took a peak inside.

The interior was screaming silence. In addition, the cabin felt like it had its own specialized ecosystem: the temperature was stark cold; the moisture the air contained was almost ice itself, and the room was almost frighteningly dark, as there were no windows. Having no flashlight, Valentine debated whether or not to follow through on this excursion. The light pushing through the same crack Valentine was looking through faintly revealed a desk with a lamp on top of it. Feeling safer somewhat, Valentine quickly rushed in, pushing the door open with full force and egg still in hand, and turned the switch on the lamp. Unfortunately, it contained a dead bulb. The door that Valentine left behind exerted the rest of the force it was pushed with and shut loudly, filling the room with dreadful black again.

Valentine stood without moving a single muscle for a few moments. He set his egg on the desk he ran next to and tried walking to find anything to make light, or just get out of there. He tried talking to himself and describing what he was doing to concentrate.

"Alright, so, arms in front of me. Okay. Air. More air. Still air."

Bump.

"Okay, wall. Filthy wall. Oh geez, disgusting wall. What is this place, anyway?"

His hand smacked a sharp corner of something tall and with a square top. He felt on the top of to search for anything.

"Dust. Dust. Why am I doing this, dust. Dust. Paper? Dust. Wha- lamp!"

At last, Valentine found a desk lamp, pulled its switch, and it came on. It barely lit the room, but it was enough to reveal he was searching on top of a filing cabinet.

"Well, I'm already here," he figured, and tried pulling on the handles. The top two didn't budge, but the third nearly threw itself open. It was littered with surprisingly clean files. Valentine searched through all of them, finding names like "Sharp, Cheyenne," "Starr, Jewel," and "Lizarkia, Xoxaa." All names he subconsciously recognized and concluded that these were the other ranchers. He finally saw a file with his own name on it all the way in the back, in front of a certain "Witton, Jaclyn," who secured the title of being the very last file in the cabinet.

Suddenly, Valentine heard a noise- he didn't realize what it was yet, but it was a noise during the worst silence he's ever heard. In panic, he grabbed his file and this "Witton, Jaclyn" file with him, and scurried under the desk. Taking a moment to asses the situation, he realized it was Derek's voice again, calling for the ranchers. He got up and saw his indigo egg still in front of him on the desk, next to a capped switchblade of sorts.

Derek's voice ringed again. Valentine, under high suspicions of Derek upon finding these files in this ancient room, grabbed and hid the switchblade in his pocket, tucked and secured the files under his shirt, and snatched his indigo prodigy. Running towards the door, he forgot about the lamp light. He ran back and ripped the lamp out of its plug, leaving it on the floor. He found the door again, and rushed out to the cabin.

Valentine put on the calmest face he could and walked into the building where everyone was to be gathered. Derek, happy upon seeing his arrival, explained in his usual, subtly condescending tone that the ranchers would be gathering vegetables or cooking those very same crops as their first mission.

Suddenly this one girl exploded with fiery rage at Derek hearing this. Valentine had been so tense and guilty because of what happened just minutes earlier that he had to stop himself from yelping at the top of his lungs when this girl decided to lose all her marbles. He clenched his indigo egg harder as she went on.

"And then you want the others to cook the food? You actually think they're capable of that?" the she-beast hissed. Derek lowered his eyes with impatience.

"You better not be thinking of putting the culinary crackpot in the kitchen! He tried it once, who's to say he won't poison us lot as well?" she said, as she pointed at Valentine.

Valentine, nearly having a heart attack being put on the spot said nothing and nearly lost his cool. Derek rolled his eyes at this girl and asked Valentine if he'd be okay just taking up the harvesting duty. Valentine said that it'd be alright. Derek noted that he would be in the gardens to meet the harvesters to get them started, and the group broke apart to their designated jobs.

Valentine slipped away to the boys' cabin and grabbed his silver backpack; shoving the files and his Indigo Pokémon-to-be in it and leaving it open as he pulled it on. He ran towards the gardens, catching up with his group of fellow harvesters. He saw them all before, but was clueless to their names. There was the one girl with a camera, who was as skinny as a rail, the black-and-slightly-purple haired, jean-everything wearer girl, and-

"Oh please have mercy." Valentine thought as he saw the bi- ahem, witch from before was with them. He gripped his backpack straps and said hello to his group members. He didn't pay attention to any reply, as he was too focused on his mixture of fear of what Derek might be hiding, guilt from basically stealing things from the dark cabin, and dread of having to work with whoever this one girl is- and if she'd snap his neck if he so much as said more then "hello" to her.

They reached the gardens and Derek gave some instruction about how to harvest, giving each member of Valentine's group a bag. After that, Derek left, and the fiery girl huffed and puffed as she crouched down into the cabbages.

"Boy, is she crazy." Valentine thought as he stared at her. Apparently the other two were thinking the same thing as they were looking at her, too.

"What?" the girl said, pulling out a lighter and setting a cabbage on fire.

"Whoa- whoa- whoa- whoa- what?!" Valentine freaked as he saw the green leaves go ablaze.

"Well, go on then! Get harvesting." She spouted from her trap.

Valentine and the others kneeled down into various vegetables. He found himself in a bunch of beet-like plants, which he pulled out from the ground. They were quite huge, and a tad bit heavy. Valentine constantly kept looking back at the pyromaniac as she burned and burned more of the vegetables she was supposed to be picking. How Valentine missed seeing her in Richmount, he will never know. She eventually disappeared, and Valentine took that time to relax and regain his bearings. Until the last few hours, he has never felt that emotional or distressed in his life.

His bag eventually was filled with those huge beet-things. He plucked another one and pulled out his new switchblade, uncapping it. It was ridiculously clean and it looked like it was just polished and sharpened recently.

"Well if Derek was planning to murder us all, at least I've impeded his progress." Valentine said to himself. He started carving the beet-whatever into a pokéball. It was a rough sculpture, but Valentine held it up to his face in delight.

"Wurm?" a voice right in front of him said with a light, curious tone. Valentine put down his fake pokéball and found himself staring into the beady eyes of a wurmple that had left a trail of eaten vegetables behind in its path. Its skin was amazingly crimson and snow white- Valentine couldn't help but admire the contrast as it tried to gnaw through his pants.

Wait a minute.

"Gah!" Valentine yelped as he jumped up. The wurmple peered back at him with hungry eyes. It liked the taste of his olive cargo pants, weirdly enough. It went in for another bite, causing Valentine to jump back further.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he interrogated. Him and the wurmple played the game of bite-and-hop-backwards for a few moments before Valentine finally got fed up and threw his beet-oh-whatever-it-is pokéball sculpture at it. It smacked the wurmple right on the nose, which only made it angry and scurry towards him faster. Valentine saw that he would need to have something bigger to take out this wurmple and began thinking of options as he paced backwards.

Mid-thought, however, the wurmple used string shot and tied up his legs, sending Valentine on his back and the indigo egg flying out and landing beside him. The wurmple walked backwards and charged a tackle attack. It smacked him right on his shins, giving Valentine copious amounts of pain. Valentine needed to get this thing to stop or it just might end up ki-

"Ow! Dude!" Valentine exclaimed as the wurmple tackled him again. Valentine, flipping to his side in agony, saw his egg next to him. He took up his indigo wonder and waited for wurmple to charge again. The second it started running, Valentine threw his egg at the pocket monster and it hit it square in the eye with all its might (and weight), giving the wurmple a shining black-eye that circled its entire left eye, and knocking it out.

Valentine, hesitating a moment to see if the wurmple would get immediately get back up, unraveled the string on his legs and picked up his egg. He stood over the fainted wurmple as it lay on the ground. He patted his indigo champion and said,

"Not bad for a first battle, eh?"

Valentine felt bad for the little wurmple somewhat. "All it wanted to do was eat," he said, "but then again, it didn't have to be a ferocious little bastard about it." Valentine tilted his head to the side. He took off his backpack and picked up the wurmple. He placed it in the bag and put his egg on top of it.

"There! Now you can warm my egg and I can get you to safety at the same time. Sound like a plan?" he said to the unconscious wurmple that he was pretty sure was twitching. He zipped up his bag, put it on, and picked up his bag of not-a-beet-but-pretty-similars and headed back to the kitchen building, walking with the rest of the harvesters and their bounty.

"Geez this thing is heavy." He said under his breath. It was even more so when he was bringing it over his shoulder to plop it on the kitchen countertop. Breathing a bit heavy, Valentine said

"Tell me when supper's done. I'll be in the common area."

He couldn't help but notice how disgusting the kitchen was- weird though, there were no dishes in the sink. Someone probably took care of it before the harvesters got there. As he was walking away, he swore he saw squirming around in the kitchen corner, but he didn't really care at this point. He took off his backpack and sat down on the couch.

"What a day," he thought, "I stole some stuff, I have an unconscious Pokémon in my backpack that probably requires medical attention, and oh, right, Derek might be planning to kill us. If he is, hopefully that girl is his first victim. I could deal without her being here."

Valentine looked to his side and saw that same girl staring at him with this look on her face like she heard what he was thinking. Valentine cringed with angst like she might set him on fire or randomly stab him in the throat- or worse, start up a conversation.

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Valentine Curamos​

Spoiler:

Pocket

Capped Switchblade​

A mysterious switchblade found on the desk in the Dark Cabin. It's like brand-new, being extremely sharp and clean. It has a cap so one can carry it in their pocket without being stabbed. There's a nice pattern on it. Possibly belonged to Derek previously.​

Silver Backpack

Indigo Egg​

An egg recieved upon coming to the ranch. It's shimmers a beautiful indigo color. Due to constant exposure to mud, there are dried flakes of dirt on it.​

File on "Curamos, Valentine"​

A suspicious file found in the Dark Cabin describing something about Valentine Curamos. Yet to be examined.​

File on "Witton, Jaclyn"​

A suspicious file found in the Dark Cabin describing something about Jaclyn Witton. Yet to be examined.​

Black-Eye Wurmple​

An intensly colored wurmple met in the gardens. It sports a large black-eye on it's left side that was inflicted by Valentine's Indigo Egg. It is currently unconcious.​

(Oi, I am so sorry I haven't posted)

Jewel sighed inwardly as she was assigned kitchen duty. She was wearing a hoodie, and the egg was safely nestled in the front pocket. She trudged to the kitchen and looked around. *Well, this ought to be fun (sarcasm)*, she thought sourly. She had never successfully cooked anything in her life. Using a microwave didn't count as cooking. She had looked at the boy with the indigo egg with a sympathetic look. The girl HAD gone off. Jewel, however, wasn't phazed by this behaviour. She'd seen this kind of thing before. The poor boy looked so frightened Jewel was concerned he would pass out or run for it. But he, thankfully, did neither. Instead he went off to get vegitables. She looked out the window facing the garden, and felt bad for the boy once more. The girl that had freaked out on him was working in the garden too. *Poor boy. I hope he's ok*, she thought. She grabbed a cutting board and a knife and set them on the counter. She looked in the fridge. *Oh you have GOT to be kidding me. Only fruit and veggie's?! What the heck are we supposed to make with these?!*, she thought. Then it hit her. Jewel turned to the girl who was cutting carrots. "Hey. How does vegetable soup sound?", she asked. She didn't really know exactly how to make said soup, but she knew what went in it. "If you have another idea, please tell me. Because to be honest, I'm not coming up with anything more creative. Maybe my creativity is taking a break", she said, attempting to lighten the mood.

(OOC: Sorry for the shortness. I couldn't think of anything else at the moment >.<)

Jewel poked her head around the corner and saw the poor boy held against the wall by the insane girl. Jewel didn't scare easily, but this girl certainly made her worried. She saw the girl stop and go back to him, saying something before storming off without dinner. Jewel sighed softly. She took a bowl of the soup with her to the cabin. She saw the girl on the floor, her legs looked like they hurt. Jewel cleared her throat a little. "Here. You didn't get anything, and I thought you might be hungry after working today.", she said, putting it on the floor next to the girl along with a spoon. "Those look like they hurt. I have some bandages in my bag. I could bandage them for you, if you'd like", she said. She sat on her bunk and held her egg. She stroked the cool shell lovingly. She got the bandages and sat next to the girl far enough away for her to have some personal space.

OOC: I apologize again for the amount of time it took me to get this finished. I hope it's okay :)

Chapter Two

Cheyenne was just standing around, rubbing her egg, when she was ordered to go pick vegetable. She honestly didn't recognize any of the names or the looks, of the people she was picking with. Not that this bothered her. She would get to know everyone on her own time. Most likely just by observing. That was who she was. The girl behind the camera.

Silently, she followed the others to the field in which they would pick the vegetables. She watched for a moment, eyeing each of their moves. She made a mental note of one. She was a female, and well, Cheyenne had a feeling she wasn't someone she wanted to interact with. No problem, she was good at ignoring people...until they pushed her buttons too far.

Sighing, she sat her egg on the ground gently, bending down. She searched around the field, picking up whatever she thought looked edible, or could be turned edible. She figured it would have been better had she been on kitchen duty, considering that was her job at home, but this would work. Once she'd gathered a good bit in her arms, she furrowed her brow. She couldn't just leave her egg here. And she couldn't carry both things.

While she was pondering this, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. On instinct, she reached her arm out, and wrapped her hand around whatever it was in the corner of her vision. She heard a squeal, and movement was coming from inside of her hand. She turned her full attention to the thing in her hand, and her eyes went wide. It was a bug. A Caterpie. A baby Caterpie.

Gently, she placed it back on the ground, setting her food down temporarily in front of her. The little Pokemon was shaking, and curling itself into a ball. She was curious as to why it was doing this, and reached her hand towards it again. As soon as she did, its head turned to see her, and string shot out of its mouth. She pulled her hand back picking the string off.

"I was just trying to help. But fine. Be that way." she said, and reached her arms towards the egg.

This time, when she reached, she was given only a second, not enough time to react, when something knocked her arm, causing her to fall over. She blinked repeatedly in confusion. The Caterpie had attacked her, and was now wrapping itself around the egg, giving her a warning look. She sat up, looking curiously at it.

"Do you... wanna protect my egg?" she asked the Pokemon.

The small green bug only nodded its head slightly, then pulled itself tighter to the egg. Cheyenne had no idea how to get her egg back, not without being attacked in the process. Then, she glanced over at the pile of food. There were three of them picking food. What was one little piece going to do?

She grabbed one of the pieces of vegetables and held it out to the Caterpie. It sniffed the air, looking at the food for a moment, but not inching forward.

"It's okay. Just try it. I haven't done anything to it." she said quietly.

The Caterpie, after much waiting, finally began eating the food, which she left on the ground for it. Once it was finished, Cheyenne smiled at it, not daring to touch it again.

"I need to go bring this food somewhere. Can you watch my egg while I'm gone?" she asked the Pokemon.

After looking from Cheyenne to the egg, the small Pokemon nodded slowly, pushing itself against the egg. Cheyenne just smiled, gathering up the food in her arms, and standing up straight. Giving the Caterpie a little wave, she headed to the kitchen, to deliver the food.

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After Cheyenne had given her food to the cooks, she made her way back outside, to her egg. When she got there, she had no choice but to smile, as her egg was there, peacefully as it had been, with a sound asleep Caterpie around it. Slowly, she bent down, bringing her camera up to her eyes. She stepped a little to her left, trying to position herself right, and once she found a stop she was comfortable with, she snapped the picture.

The picture of a small egg, wrapped in an even smaller green bug.

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Cheyenne had refused to eat dinner that night. Once she had brought the egg back to her bed, she had contemplated what to do with the Caterpie. It was so attached to her egg, for whatever reason, and she didn't want to just leave it alone. It was just a baby. So, she let the Caterpie lay on her bed with the egg. For now. Until she knew what to do with it.

She had decided to just walk around the area, observing the upcoming night. The sky was already growing dark, and some were already in their beds. She gulped down a slight fear in her. The night was approaching, and she preferred not to be around when it did. But at the same time, it was quiet, and there was no one else around. And she liked that.

Though, she did notice someone was up and about, but she didn't say anything. She didn't even really pay them any mind. So someone wanted to be up. That wasn't a crime. She was up. Even though they were ordered to rest in their rooms after dinner.

Deciding that, it may be of great help later, she pulled her camera back up to her face, messing with the settings a little. She could barely make out the person who was up, though she was assuming it was a male. Taking a quick breath, she focused her camera to the best of her ability, and steadied her finger over the snap. Once she thought she could get a good enough picture, so she'd be able to recognize the person later on, she quickly pushed down on the button. Picture three.

Sighing, she let the camera fall back around her neck, and looked up at the sky. It was getting dark, and oh how she hated the dark. She wrapped her arms around herself, and for a moment closed her eyes, keeping her head angled to the sky. Then, she let out a slight yawn, and opened her eyes. She took a few steps back, slowly, then she spun around, walking steadily back towards the place in which she would sleep.

"Day one: I got an egg, I have a bug in my room, and I caught a picture of some guy roaming around at night. . . I guess I've had worse days." she mumbled to herself, heading back to her room, ready to just get some rest.

(OOC: Ow, Arcaray. Talk about a massive burn. Lol)

Jewel opened her mouth to say something sarcastic, but decided against it. "I was only trying to help you. I don't even like you! I was taught to be polite to people!", she said. Her hands balled into fists as she walked out. She slammed the door closed. She stalked out into the night, holding her egg close. She was crying. The mighty Jewel who didn't ever give a damn was crying. She sat on a rock near the garden. "You have it so easy. Safe and warm in your own little world.", she said to her egg. She had the soup with her, but wasn't hungry. She felt something tug her pant-leg and looked down. It was a Rattata. A baby at that. Jewel set the bowl on the ground and waited. The baby Rattata licked the soup for a second, before really eating it. "Glad to know I'm not a total failure", Jewel said. She picked up the empty bowl and walked back to her own tiny room. She had just gotten comfortable and had just fallen asleep when she heard a scratching sound at her door.

She grumbled incoherantly and stumbled to the door, half-asleep. She opened the door, ready to rip the head off the person who had disturbed her. "Oh. It's just you. I don't have anymore food for you", she said, looking at the little Rattata. The baby just shook, presumably from the chill of the night. Jewel sighed softly. She opened the door more and the Rattata darted onto her bed. Jewel shut the door and climbed into bed. The young Rattata was curled up on Jewel's stomach, and the egg was at Jewel's side. Jewel smiled. "You can stay until I figure out what to do with you", she said. The baby looked at her and wiggled it's tail cutely. Jewel laughed softly. She eventually fell into a calm, restful, dreamless sleep.

Jewel sat up faster than a Ninjask, her chest heaving as she tried to quiet and control her sobbing. She had the nightmare again. The one that had plagued her since she was small. The one nightmare that refused to fade into nothingness like the others had. She wrapped her arms around her knees and cried. The baby Rattata woke up, and seeing it's 'Mommy' crying, climbed up her left leg to sit on her knee. "Ratt? Rattata?", the baby asked. Jewel looked up. "Yes, I'm alright. It was just a bad dream.", she said. Jewel had spent more time around Pokemon than she had with people when her parents were alive. After a few years, when she was able to actually speak in full sentences with no problem, she grew to understand the Pokemon language. Her parents thought it was a game. Jewel would sit and have an hour long conversation with the family Arcanine, Flame, and understand every word. She knew she was special, but after she turned 6, she didn't talk to Pokemon as much. Her parents told her it wasn't proper for a young lady to be talking to Pokemon all the time. She could still understand pokemon, she just didn't reply.

"Why Momma cry?", the little Rattata said. Jewel smiled. "Because it was a very scary dream.", she said, petting the baby. "You need a name. Let's see.....How about Midnight?", Jewel said. "Midnight! I have a name! And a Mommy!", the baby squeaked. Jewel was un-prepared as she got tackled by said Pokemon. She laughed. She played with Midnight, before finding a book and reading it to her. Midnight looked at the words, as if she were memorizing them as Jewel read them off. "Momma, I'm hungry", Midnight said. Jewel smiled. "I'm hungry too, but it's only 3:30 in the morning. Too early to eat breakfast", she said.

This is just OCC (but since we don't have one yet I'll post it here.
That paragraph melted me to pieces, DarkAngel.
BWARGFRLARGSOCUTE.

Okay, I'm alright now.

Late reply to Alice's sprite: Very nice! I like it.

But also, while I'm here, I'll might as well made myself useful to where the RP'ers are:


Chapter Two (Done)
Jae Witton
Cheyenne Sharp
Valentine Curamos
Jewel Starr


Chapter Two (Progressing)
Alice Stone


Chapter One (Done)
Xoxxa Lizarkia


Nothing Done
Lyra Cadwell
Adriene Casscade

Sorry. XD I was gone for about 2 days when the posts started flooding in. ffffuuuu
So much for other character interaction OTL



The soup was finished by now. She let out a low sigh as she dished out the bowls, others taking the food to the students. Alice looked at the mess and shook her head. She wasn't going to clean it, she had already worked harder than the others. It wasn't her issue. By now, the girl was just cranky. Storming to the door, she stopped, turning to pick up her egg. There was the slightest indent on the shell, most likely from where the Rattatta was gnawing on it.

"Stupid pokemon," she muttered to herself, "Everyone here is stupid".

The student grabbed some food with her other hand. Walking outside, she wandered around. She watched from the sidelines as the students chatted, either violently or with an inch of kindness, as if they actually cared about the others. In Alice's mind, it was pathetic. They were all rotten fools. She wouldn't fall into their filth. The summer would be a long one, though she would have to truck through it anyways. "If my grades were only a little higher..."

Alice looked around, seeing a girl and a boy in some sort off a feud. Eavesdropping was easy for her, however it didn't seem like a great idea at the time. Entering her cabin, she watched with curiosity as the boy also went into his. The door cut her view as it closed behind her.

Whistling, she headed to her bed. Alice's supplies and clothing looked to be un-touched, and she was easily satisfied. Gazing into the dark egg's shell, she set it down, grabbing her leather coat and wrapping it around the little pokemon. A chuckle ran out of the girl's mouth.

"I won't let you become like that dirty Rattatta."

Stretching out her arm, the girl ate her soup with an un-noticeable smile. She wasn't sure if food was allowed inside the cabins, but not as if she would care.