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Let's Go Rangers!
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I figured I'd tack on the next bit, though it's only about 600-700 words. Meh.
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Gina played with her hair again, trying to leash the horrible animal into a bun on the top of her head. The fact that it was wet made this extremely difficult, but she stubbornly refused to admit to herself that advice on getting a short haircut should have been taken. She gave an impatient sigh and turned around to face the entrance to Widow?s Peak.
It was boarded up crudely. The hinges where a door had once been were still visible, and Gina wondered whether they were costume or if the door really had been torn off at one point. More so, she wondered if the door had been ripped off recently.
She turned around again and hugged herself, rubbing her arms. Over the last few minutes the rain had picked up significantly, and between this and her ominous surroundings Gina was becoming increasingly uneasy. The land had become barren, with no path from the forest that sat a several hundred feet away. A hardy tree or shrub had sprung up here and there. Gina continued to coddle herself as she looked hopefully out into the oncoming darkness, wishing to see Jon coming back.
Her friend had left earlier, with Metapod?who had fallen asleep atop Caner-- in tow. Both trainers had wanted ghost pokemon, which had become more and more abundant as the closed in on the Peak (Jon had gone as far as to claim he?d seen a chimecho). After wasting her final two pok?balls on a gastly, Jon offered to catch each of them a pokemon and meet her at Widow?s peak so she could check into the Pokemon Center.
But now there was no Center and no Jon, and with Metapod out of sight, Sproing had gratuitously accepted Gina?s last offer to enter his pok?ball. Gina was unsettled and alone, without the initiative to check her guide to see if the Peak?s closing was routine, normal. In fact, she thought, she had no intention of ever finding out if the closing was normal, as her gut feeling told her enough.
Her heart skipped a beat and she shuddered as creaking and banging could be heard from inside the mountain. Pokemon live there, she convinced herself, it?s not like those stupid boards keep everything out and in. Gina had seriously considered breaking in; getting in trouble with an officer didn?t bother her at the moment as much as the rain and mysteriousness of her surroundings. In fact, she thought, an officer might even sympathize with a young girl?s situation.
Time passed slowly, and with every second came a new theory about what could have happened to Jon. Kidnapping, injury? if Gina didn?t have such a twist in her stomach when she thought about leaving?abandoning Metapod?she would have been on her way to the city long ago.
Headlights appeared in the distance at one point in the void of time, and Gina gasped loudly, a gasp that verged on a scream. She stood paralyzed for a second before working up the will to dash away. It took even more of a will to stop running, and to make herself duck behind a nearby boulder. The creaking and banging suddenly exited the realm of ?I?m hearing things? and made its way over to the entrance of the plateau. A pickup truck pulled up to meet it.
Gina didn?t want to see who was getting out, and she didn?t want to hear what was being said. Hide? she was always good at that. She?d always win tag and seeking games. She recited to herself the old rules she had lived by in hide-and-go-seek: Don?t look, don?t move, be quiet, don?t panic. Don?t look, don?t move, be quiet, don?t panic. Don?t look, don?t move, don?t? don?t?
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Anyone know how I can change the title here? o.o' I want to. I may just start a new thread for that and the chapter one revision...
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Gina played with her hair again, trying to leash the horrible animal into a bun on the top of her head. The fact that it was wet made this extremely difficult, but she stubbornly refused to admit to herself that advice on getting a short haircut should have been taken. She gave an impatient sigh and turned around to face the entrance to Widow?s Peak.
It was boarded up crudely. The hinges where a door had once been were still visible, and Gina wondered whether they were costume or if the door really had been torn off at one point. More so, she wondered if the door had been ripped off recently.
She turned around again and hugged herself, rubbing her arms. Over the last few minutes the rain had picked up significantly, and between this and her ominous surroundings Gina was becoming increasingly uneasy. The land had become barren, with no path from the forest that sat a several hundred feet away. A hardy tree or shrub had sprung up here and there. Gina continued to coddle herself as she looked hopefully out into the oncoming darkness, wishing to see Jon coming back.
Her friend had left earlier, with Metapod?who had fallen asleep atop Caner-- in tow. Both trainers had wanted ghost pokemon, which had become more and more abundant as the closed in on the Peak (Jon had gone as far as to claim he?d seen a chimecho). After wasting her final two pok?balls on a gastly, Jon offered to catch each of them a pokemon and meet her at Widow?s peak so she could check into the Pokemon Center.
But now there was no Center and no Jon, and with Metapod out of sight, Sproing had gratuitously accepted Gina?s last offer to enter his pok?ball. Gina was unsettled and alone, without the initiative to check her guide to see if the Peak?s closing was routine, normal. In fact, she thought, she had no intention of ever finding out if the closing was normal, as her gut feeling told her enough.
Her heart skipped a beat and she shuddered as creaking and banging could be heard from inside the mountain. Pokemon live there, she convinced herself, it?s not like those stupid boards keep everything out and in. Gina had seriously considered breaking in; getting in trouble with an officer didn?t bother her at the moment as much as the rain and mysteriousness of her surroundings. In fact, she thought, an officer might even sympathize with a young girl?s situation.
Time passed slowly, and with every second came a new theory about what could have happened to Jon. Kidnapping, injury? if Gina didn?t have such a twist in her stomach when she thought about leaving?abandoning Metapod?she would have been on her way to the city long ago.
Headlights appeared in the distance at one point in the void of time, and Gina gasped loudly, a gasp that verged on a scream. She stood paralyzed for a second before working up the will to dash away. It took even more of a will to stop running, and to make herself duck behind a nearby boulder. The creaking and banging suddenly exited the realm of ?I?m hearing things? and made its way over to the entrance of the plateau. A pickup truck pulled up to meet it.
Gina didn?t want to see who was getting out, and she didn?t want to hear what was being said. Hide? she was always good at that. She?d always win tag and seeking games. She recited to herself the old rules she had lived by in hide-and-go-seek: Don?t look, don?t move, be quiet, don?t panic. Don?t look, don?t move, be quiet, don?t panic. Don?t look, don?t move, don?t? don?t?
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Anyone know how I can change the title here? o.o' I want to. I may just start a new thread for that and the chapter one revision...