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Season One: Break Bad to Break Even
Chapter One: Hope
Dr. (Mr.) Mime Fredrickson argues that hope comes into its own when crisis looms, opening us to new creative possibilities. Frederickson argues that with great need comes an unusually wide range of ideas, as well as such positive emotions as happiness and joy, courage, and empowerment, drawn from four different areas of one's self: from a cognitive, psychological, social, or physical perspective.
Hopeful people are "like the little engine that could, [because] they keep telling themselves "I think I can, I think I can". Such positive thinking bears fruit when based on a realistic sense of optimism, not on a naive "false hope".
The psychologist C.R. Snivy linked hope to the existence of a goal, combined with a determined plan for reaching that goal: Alfred Adler had similarly argued for the centrality of goal-seeking in human psychology, as too had philosophical anthropoloigists like Ernst Bloch.
Snivy also stressed the link between hope and mental willpower, as well as the need for realistic perception of goals, arguing that the difference between hope and optimism was that the former included practical pathways to an improved future. He also considered that psychotherapy can help focus attention on one's goals, drawing ontacit knowledge of how to reach them.
That is what it is, but I can't relate to hope the same way I can tell you about it. If I do I would have stayed a highschool teacher and evolve into a Ninetails. I would have married and not get hit on at the bar everytime I have to show the bartender my I'd. I would have bite the gold and suffer, suffering from poorness only lasts so long.
Now I sit in the back of a limousine, between a Tysplosion and a Blastoise. They both wore suits and ties. I swore i saw a holster in one of the jackets. Doge was neatly seated on the floor staring at the mini buffet, I was pretty sure his stomach growled noisily. I taught him better than to take food from strangers, his manners sho-
"Go ahead," The Blastioise chuckled, "Eat, you won't get another chance to taste a perfect apple!" With that statement said, Doge rushed in to smash his mouth over the various places of food. He ate about five apples before diving into the next plate of perfect apples.
The Fennekin's manners flew out of the luxurious limousine, his red pupils dilatated of the low lighting. His face read europhobic pleasure from having food in his stomach, He knows the risk of that (He starved and now toms of food!) Yet the thought of never having food again donned his brain, so his neurological pattern in his brain isn't like that of a pet.
I sighed at him, he is so at bliss right now. I wish I could just be happy for him, but quite frankly I can't. In fact I am dragging him into this mess without permission, any way to cancel guilt in my new 'Second Article'? I can't ditch him if I wanted to, he follows me around like a baby Lilipup brother.
Okay let's review.
My contract that damned me, I am still signed, I become homeless, change my name, get found, now on a car ride back to the same Zourak that have condemned me to suffering. To the same private institution that have been bending me over and ripping out my tails and reattachining to my eyelids, migraines from the constant questions of my age, many sent to the clinic because they became so zealous to 'brush' under my tails.
Because I am a female. Would anything be different if I was a male, and homosexual? Would I be more than a vulnerable 'Mama' to my old students, to be more specific; would I be more than the cause of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault? (Luckily my virginity's been intact) Would I be so ready to jump on a Quilava because I would be desperate in a estrus cycle, clouding my judgement?
The answer would be no, but I can wish right? Ms. Chaos isn't your eye candy, nor is she a needy slut because July came around? (June is the actual strus sequence for Fire Types!) That I must satisfy to be cured of my need, that I will give in to temptation?
Where can I find a cruddy Firestone? Espically when you are still signed to the same guy who you worked for, the same businesseman who cheated me to the ground to teach college students Psychology? Not enough sexy Vulpixes who actually study that, right?
Those Firestone's always seem to disappear after I don't need them, maybe being feet taller than them they can ease off the sexual tensions they always try to start (then lie after I point it out, disgusted) with me. They don't seem to understand that I don't care about money; maybe becoming a Ninetails would solve that shooting a Will-O-Whisp at them when they even comment on the base of my tails.
Then again some Pokémon are into that, and that they would be just turned on more as I teach a roomful of Twenty year olds who act like they are in the Seventh Grade. I am not even Twenty-Two and yet they act like I am a Sixteen year old with raging hormones, and that certain thought disturbs me. More reasons to loathe my students who want me to bend over.
Espically the son of my employer, despicably unashamed of his sexualized attraction towards me. A Zoura, this son has slept with his father's entire female staff; rumor is going around that he screwed some males over there as well... His name is Lander Silk, or Lewis, or Luis. That is only what I know, his name was probably changed by the Mafia now.
What Lander did was, he actually believed we were happily in loved. And would accuse me of adultery when I get hit on by the men at the bar, he would sneak a kiss on my lips every time it was possible, Lander would try and seduce me every time I would walk into my room (or mini mansion I should say!), then he started to get physical and tried to make me succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome and fall in love with him because of sympathy. Sympathy for what exactly?
Then, before I left, he proposed to me. He actually proposed to me like we were actually dating for the one out of three year course. Even after I turn him down, he still wears a wedding band on his blackish paw. The kid is so stubborn he snaps at me every time I don't have my 'ring' on. I will would roll my eyes and tell him I would rather eat a diamond whole, then wear one for him.
I was torn away from my thoughts at the sound of a grunt, a chuckle, and a burp. I looked up from the carpet to find a Fennekin surrounded by plates, almost as if it was a strange ritual. The Blastoise beside me was chuckling while the Tysplosion just looked on with discomfort. The Blastoise nudged the Tysplosion and gave one more laugh.
"Quite the appitiete huh, Tyler? I bet you Munchlax will enjoy cooking for him!" She
Huh, so the Blastoise was a female... Interesting. Not the very least, she either has a pretty thick shell or decided eyeliner wasn't the best choice for the operation of bringing me in. I see she is fairly proud of her job working the institution. She is practically fire and bullet proof, making fighting my way out next to impossible.
"Trust me, the Kitsune vill be a sausage before month is over!" Tyler vowed, twirling a applecore between his fingers
I never noticed the accent on the Tysplosion, it is really deep and rich with background information. So he must have grown up in Kalos, unlike Doge who was hatched in Kantos and raised in a broken home, Tyler must have been raised rough. Going by the way he stares at nothing hostile-like might indicate slight psychotic nature.
The female Blastoise however has a more… calmer demeanor to herself and probably other situations. The blue color in her eyes was oozing with calmness, and sincerity. I also noticed a somewhat playful glow in her face, so she looks like a playful mother. Is she a teacher or a nurse? Who knows. Maybe she is.
I pulled off my still soaked beanie and tossed it to the left, the damn heater was making me uncomfortably hot. The tatting of rain from the outside made the white noise that soothed my inflamed nerves, my heart going to the rythimic spatter of rain. Fast, unorganized, and lobbed, the outside was giving off a grey tone to the world.
I leaned back into the seat and attempted to block out everything else, how far did I run?
"Hey!" A voice rang through my head disorientated, like a gagged Muk with his mouth filled with a slushee. My vision was dark, nothing around me but a void. Hell, even my body is missing because I don't feel myself breathing. I feel like a camera suspended in midair, nothing but my vision. Light could be seen behind me, like I was the moon and I am on the wrong side of the sun.
At the corner of my nonexistant eye, a figure could have been seen. It was a grey kitsune, probably shorter with fluff around his neck. I tried to strain my neck, but my head won't move; as stated eairler I had no body to move anything. I can't even move my bloody view, the eyes bored into the back of my head made my adrenaline start to inject into my bloodstream.
Adrenaline triggers the fight or flight reflexes, okay... Let's be smart and just think rationally..
Epinephrine is a hormone and a neurotransmitter. Epinephrine and norepinephrine are two separate but related hormones secreted by the medulla of the adrenal glands. They are also produced at the ends of sympathetic nerve fibres, where they serve as chemical mediators for conveying the nerve impulses to effector organs.
The investigation of the pharmacology of epinephrine made a major contribution to the understanding of the autonomic system and the function of thesympathetic system. Epinephrine remains a useful medicine for several emergency indications.
This is despite its non-specific action on adrenoceptors and the subsequent development of multiple selective medicines that target subtypes of the word adrenaline is used in common parlance to denote increased activation of the sympathetic system associated with the energy and excitement of the fight-or-flight response.
The Fight or Flight response... Uh..
The reaction begins in the amygdala, which triggers a neural response in thehypothalamus. The initial reaction is followed by activation of the pituitary gland and secretion of the hormone ACTH. The adrenal gland is activated almost simultaneously and releases the neurotransmitter epinephrine.
The release of chemical messengers results in the production of the hormone cortisol, which increases blood pressure, blood sugar, and suppresses the immune system.[10] The initial response and subsequent reactions are triggered in an effort to create a boost of energy. This boost of energy is activated by epinephrine binding to liver cells and the subsequent production of glucose.
Additionally, the circulation of cortisol functions to turn fatty acids into available energy, which prepares muscles throughout the body for response. Catecholamine hormones, such as adrenaline (epinephrine) or noradrenaline (norepinephrine), facilitate immediate physical reactions associated with a preparation for violent muscular action.
Fear is an emotion induced by a threat perceived by living entities, which causes a change in brain and organ function and ultimately a change in behavior, such as running away, hiding or freezing from traumatic events. Fear may occur in response to a specific stimulus happening in the present, or to a future situation, which is perceived as risk to health or life, status, power, security, or in the case of humans wealth or anything held valuable.
The fear response arises from the perception ofdanger leading to confrontation with or escape from/avoiding the threat (also known as the fight-or-flight response), which in extreme cases of fear (horror and terror) can be a freeze response or paralysis.
In both Civil and Wild Pokémon fear is modulated by the process of cognition and learning. Thus fear is judged as rational or appropriate and irrational or inappropriate. An irrational fear is called a phobia.
Phobia... Do I have a phobia of being watched... What was it...uh... Ophthalmophobia; the fear of being watched. So I have a phobia of being watched, probably from having someone literally starring at my hindquarters for an entire year is justified?
"Maybe she isn't in her Spiritual Form..." A giggly voice rang out much clearer, like cotton was being torn out of my ears. I started to feel feeling come into my form; I felt tingling come from my heart to my brain paws. I instantly snapped around to find pillows ranging in colors, one Sylveon was laid down on his pink pillow.
"Hello Chaos!" The Sylveon smiled warmly, his flamboyant ribbons flowing in a invisible wind.
"Were am I?" I asked.
"I have no idea!" The Sylveon giggled, impishly. I noticed a sense of... Mischievous nature to him.
"Who are you?"
"I am your Hope!"