Fancy meeting you here ;D
I'm just teasin' since I'm a good mood. Why is that? you wonder. Well let's see...
NO SCHOOL DUE TO SNOW DAY!
Isn't that just awesome?
More good news, my exams are in two weeks, so I still have some time to write before CRAMMING TIME.
Sorry if it took longer than usual but I was procrastinating a lot by playing FRUIT NINJA on my iPod touch, and omigod you guys! It's soo flun! Something that helped though, was listening to the Trance Remix of the Levan Polka! XD I recommend it to anyone who's missing a good groove to write!
If your OC still hadn't appeared, do not fret! He/she/they are coming!
To me LOUD = HYPER XD
I hope I haven't over done it!
Happy reading!
-ADDISON'S CHAPTER-
"ATTENTION PEOPLE OF EARTH!" I bellowed the second my feet took me to the inside of the lunchroom, "I'M LOOKING FOR A SMALL GIRL AROUND FIVE FOOT THREE WITH LONG BROWN HAIR..." I glanced to the people in the line and then grinned once I spotted my prey, "There you are Maikee! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"What is it this time?" She asked sweetly, though I could tell that she was irritated with me since was about the third time I went after her like this.
"We're needed at the Daycare once more!" I linked my arm in hers and proceeded to drag her away from her beloved line to get food. She sneakily slid her arm from under mine and fixed me with a friendly stare that meant LET ME HAVE MY FOOD WOMAN.
"Okay fine." I huffed, standing next to her as I waited quite patiently for said line to advance. How long could it take anyways? Five, ten minutes?
Wrong.
I kid, it only took seven minutes. Oh you ever so dramatic people, you amuse me.
"Come on!" I grabbed her wrist the second she finished paying and started dragging her again, "There's no time to lose!"
"Hold up a second, Addie!" Maikee snapped as she freed herself once more, "Let me eat first!"
So with an unhappy huff, I proceeded to accept this ever so heart wrenching request and joined her as she sat down next to our roommates and friends. Her roommate was Jillian while mine was LeiMei, and just by knowing them, we found ourselves into this giant circle of friends. Lei was chatting with Jessica and Chanel, who was across from them and seated next to Cedric—what's this now? He goes to her at lunch too?—and Sam, who was putting up some sort of debate with Kayla and Keira about their latest attack on a guy. Jillian was—and OMG, this is an awesome revelation—a bit separated from the group, yet still close, while she talked and giggled with Tyson, who was on Cedric's other side.
Is it just me, or are we a bit too much in this group?
Nah, you're right, there's still places for more.
As I waited for Maikee to hurry up and finish her lunch, I put in a couple phrases in conversations ("Seriously? Scath used PSYCHIC and shoved the guy into a poll? Why didn't you film that?" and "Jess, honey, I'm sorry, but that necklace is too cute for you.") when something suddenly landed on my head.
I looked up in confusion and then nearly squealed in utter happiness, holding out my arms to the creature so that I could cuddle it to the death. She gladly let me do so. "Vee! My ever so lovely Eevee! How are we doing on this ever so fantastical day?"
Something else then proceeded to hit my head. I glanced up curiously and was met with annoyed red eyes of Bree. Apparently she had placed her tray of food on my head as if I was a table before taking the free seat next to me.
"Oh heeeyyy..." I drawled lazily and turned my head once her tray wasn't used as my new hat anymore, "How's it goin' Bree?"
"You're too loud." She grumbled before taking a bite out of the spaghetti—that is spaghetti, right?—and watching as two boys about a year older than us—us being me, Bree, and Maikee at the moment—took the seats next to the later. Kayla waved at them in greeting and the first returned the gesture while the second smile shyly.
"Hey you guys!" I greeted with a grin and a lift of my hand. The two boys were inseparable cousins, both looking quite similar yet having clashing personalities. Jean-Paul is more outgoing and loud—kind of like me, now that I think about it—, which grew into a habit of saying everything for the both of them. This made Étienne grow a bit shy and willing to help anyone, but he will talk if he absolutely has to.
"Hey!" JP grinned and then leaned forward seriously, putting his elbow on the table to hold him up, "Did you do the devoirs?" (Homework)
I blinked, smirked slyly, and copied his movements, knocking my own elbow into his mockingly, "No. Je n'ai pas." (I have not.)
He looked surprised a bit of my French—which is mean of him, since I'm sure he knows I'm taking classes—but then looked sad when my words sunk in.
Speaking of words, his finally sunk into my brain, "Wait one dear second! We had homework?" I reeled back and stared openly at him, gaping through my shock. "Since when?"
"Since this morning?" He asked hesitantly before his gaze was suddenly swept away, eyes growing dramatically in size at whatever he was looking at, "Forget the devoirs... Qu'est-ce qu'est ça?" ([...] homework... What is that?)
That got the attention of everyone who was sitting near us and they turned their heads just as he pointed his finger at a floating tray of food, it's owner gaping incredibly as the plate of delicious items hopped away from her and fled away to the halls. I stared at the doors it just excited from; disbelieving that there wasn't an ounce of light purple haunting energy of a Psychic Pokémon around it. Like JP had said, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
"Was it just me, or was there some sort of red line moving—"
"Could Jean-Paul Latour, Étienne Latour, Addison Hatter, and Jillian Archer please come to head office please? Jean-Paul Latour, Étienne Latour, Addison Hatter, and Jillian Archer to the head office." The nice receptionist called with a beep of the intercom. I caught Jillian's wondering look and shrugged, not knowing either why we were being called.
I got up and followed the two guys out of the door, pausing when Jillian jogged to catch up with us.
"Let's hope we're not in trouble!" She breathed before lighting a small smile on her lips.
I smiled back shakily at the idea and joined the guys with her in tow, "Yeah, I hope not!"
-LINEBIATCH-
You guys aren't going to believe this.
"There's a rogue Kecleon in our school—" Head Master Lance informed us; he lets no one else debrief missions but himself, this is mostly for security reasons. But what he said meant that the floating tray of food we saw was because of this creature, a Kecleon, "—and I want you four to find it and bring it back here."
"What you going do with it?" Jean-Paul asked, his English a bit rougher than the usual since he came from a French family. Some say that he and his cousin are related to—or at least knew—Cedric before they arrived, seeing as said boy was also a French student. Hence the term French transfer student they use on him.
"Yeah," I chirped in agreement with my team member, "You gonna eat it?"
Lance's eyebrow twitched, but it had yet to falter that uptight look of his, "We do not eat Pokémon in this school."
"Then how you get meat?" JP retorted a bit smugly as we got the upper hand of the discussion.
"That's none of your business." Lance twitched again and shuffled some papers to distract himself from throwing his stapler at our faces to silence us. I could tell by the way he was eyeing the object resting a little too close for comfort next to his hands. "Now go and find me that Pokémon before he becomes a disturbance!"
"Sir yes sir!" I saluted, slightly mocking, before linking my arm in Jillian's and skipping out of there, the boys obviously having no other option but to follow me along.
The thing with our team is that we're a little behind than most. JP and I, though we may be similar in almost every way, have gotten into countless fights and battles over who should be the leader of our group. With due time until the matter was figured out, Jillian became our temporary leader to appease us, only to have it fuel us even more. Due to the constant arguments, the Team Tests the teachers give us to see if we're ready for certain types of missions are usually failed, which meant that we'd have to do less and less mission until our problem is resolved.
It's bad though, because we have to stay here while everyone else go out on missions. I'm so lucky I was chosen to go on that larger mission with Jillian; that may be only the third or fourth I've been on.
"So where do we start looking?" I asked as I placed a hand above my eyes to search through the crowd, though I doubt that it would help us in any way.
"Why not this direction?" Jean-Paul pointed his thumb to the hall we had come from, "It stole food from us, non? (no?) Then doesn't that mean qu'il n'en voudra d'autre?" (that it'll want more?)
I shook my head, brown and blue locks flying into my eyes, as I crossed my arms defiantly, "I don't think so. It just stole food from us. It wouldn't want more."
"Peut-être." (Maybe.)
"Guys?" Jillian asked, but I was too busy glaring at JP to care.
"Peut-être que non." (Maybe not.) I returned crossly, fingering Vee's Pokéball protectively, ready for any kind of challenge he might throw at me.
"Well, what do you think alors?" (then?) He huffed back, placing one hand on his hip and smirking a bit when he knew that I didn't really have an idea in mind.
Refraining a growl, I winged it, "The garden!"
"Guys?" Jillian asked again, but was left unheard.
"Le jardin?" (The garden?) He repeated in slight surprise, one delicate eyebrow rising mockingly, infuriating me more, "Why?"
"B-because!" I shouted, heat crawling to my cheeks, "It'd want to hide without always having to change its background, right? Where else can he be normal and undetected? The garden! That's right! I'm right! You know I am!"
"No way!" He yelled back, frustration over coming his emotions too, "It's obviously the cafeteria!"
"The garden!"
"Cafeteria!"
"Garden!"
"Cafeteria!"
"Garden!"
"Cafeteria!"
"Garden!"
"GUYS!" Jillian snapped.
"WHAT?" We barked back in sync, fed up with each other, before locking eyes for a staring contest.
"Let's calm down and think about this!" Jillian tried to get our attention by distracting us with her hands. It always worked with me, "We can compromise! Let's—"
"Look!" Étienne unexpectedly exclaimed, shocking all of us to look at what he was pointing at.
"Is that..." I gasped and place a hand over my mouth to calm myself, "...blood?"
JP squatted down with his hands on his knees and leaned forward very closely to squint at the icky red substance that trailed down the hall, his blond hair happily stabbing into his eyes when he suddenly looked up at us with a wide grin.
"Should I..." His grin twisted into deviousness, "...taste it?"
"Jean, I would recommend that you don't." Jillian commanded sweetly with her cute smile.
JP wasn't looking though—because I'm pretty sure he would be totally mesmerized if he was—and slowly crept his index finger forward and dipped it into the red liquid. My breath stopped short in shock and anticipation when he plopped it into his open mouth, the seconds creeping past when he didn't react at first.
"Well...?" I asked when he didn't respond but simply looked back down at the liquid.
"I was right!" He suddenly exclaimed out of nowhere, scarring the turd out of me as he leapt to his feet and pointed a finger to the air above his head, "J'avais raison!" (I was right!)
"What?" I lashed out when he refused to explain or say anything other than I was right for a whole minute. "You were right about what?"
"That he go to cafeteria!" His words broke again, but that didn't stop me from understanding. He skipped over to his cousin and congratulated him for finding the clue for us. Said boy blushed and nodded his thanks.
"Uh..." I lifted my hand in the air so that my odd team member's attention would return to me, "I don't get it."
He grinned and skipped back over to where I was, pointing at the blood when he said, "C'est de la (It's) tomato sauce! So looking at where the trail leads..." Which so happened to be the direction he was pointing at the led to the cafeteria, "...it brings us back to the caf!"
I studied the trail before frowning at what I found, "But what if it wasn't headed towards the caf?"
JP squinted his flashing blue eyes at me and looked utterly confused, "What are you talking about?"
"See, lookie," I pointed to the trail that headed in the cafeteria's direction and then pointed to the hallway it was coming from in the other direction, "What if it was heading away from the caf?"
Jean-Paul didn't look happy that I brought this up and crossed his arms over his chest, "Well if you're so against my tactics, then why don't we just split up?"
"Then that would be so much easier!" I snapped back, crossing my own arms over my chest, "We could have avoided all this fighting!"
"Fine then!" He pointed to the direction he always wanted to head towards, "I'll be going this way!"
"And me this way!" I pointed in the other direction where the tomato sauce was coming from and stomped towards it like a monster ready to terrorize citizens, "And then we'll see who's right!"
"Ça va être moi!" (It'll be me!) His final words echoed behind me as we faded away from each other, both heading in completely opposite directions. I heard the scuffing of sneakers and automatically knew Jillian had followed me. Who else in my team would?
Mark my words Jean-Paul, I will be right!
-LINEBIATCH-
This is bad.
Like, bad bad.
Bad bad bad.
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I'm a Mareep.
Wait! This is no time to be joking! Vee is missing!
You heard right folks, Vee had vanished.
Okay, so she hadn't vanished, but she did run off somewhere. Of course when this happened, I ran blindly after her, getting myself separated from Jillian and getting completely lost in this huge school slash big-ass museum. What else can I do but wander until I find myself back somewhere recognizable?
...Okay, so now where am I?
I somehow found myself in front of a suspicious and curious looking archway, little leaves and plants poking out of the little cracks in the design, making it appear much more ancient than the rest of where-ever-the-heck-I-am. The other end of the archway couldn't be seen by how far it was, and I silently cursed myself for only having one Pokémon. Sure, the others had two, but that's because they went on more missions and got around to finding another partner, where as we were stuck most of the times doing nothing.
Well, might as well figure out what's at the end of the archway.
It's like they say, curiosity killed the Glameow.
But I'm not a cat. (Yet.)
After long minutes of dragging my hand against the wall and following along the path of the ever so great (not) archway tunnel, the end finally appeared and opened up to me, showing lush green grass that I could totally sleep on, long deep brown trees that hovered over everything soothingly, small cute bushes with little Oddishes peeking out curiously, Yenmas flying past with Butterfrees as they fluttered on without a care.
That's when it hit me.
I'm in the school's garden where they keep all the owner-less Pokémon!
So does that mean that Master Lance wasn't going to eat the Kecleon, but only bring it here to give it a home?
Aww! That's so nice!
"Eevee-eev!" In a sudden flurry of leaves, Vee popped out of the bushes that the Oddishes weren't occupying and ran up to me, hopping down the trail as if beckoning me to follow.
"Show me what's wrong!" I told her in immediate understanding as I started on a jog, only that it turned into a sprint when Vee started running and twisting through the path until it suddenly stopped under a certain tree. It was larger than most and was twice as high, the branches almost dangerously—for the tree, not us—bent down to meet us, looking as if they would snap at any instant.
Vee pointed with her paw at a certain area where the branches just split from the center, and it was a bit hidden so I had to move to see better. When I did though, I gaped for a whole five minutes before my tingly senses kicked in, telling me that I had to do something for them.
I searched my pockets and slapped my forehead at my idiocy for not thinking about using my Pokégear before. I quickly dialled Jillian's number and she quickly picked up after the second ring.
"Addie! Where are you?"
"I'm at that Pokémon Garden! You know, where they keep the outcast Pokémon?"
"What are you doing over there?" Her voice was laced with slight disbelief and hesitance.
I glanced back up the tree and couldn't help but stare, "That's a long story, but I found the Kecleon!"
Her voice lifted with relief, "Really?"
"Yeah!" I faltered for a second, "But it turns out its taking care of another one!"
-LINEBIATCH-
"I'll bring the female Kecleon to the nursery," Jillian said as she placed her hand on the Pokémon's forehead and then scooped her up into her arms, "She's sick with a high fever."
Jean-Paul stood next to her, the male Kecleon in her arms—the one who's been running around the school stealing stuff to try and help his friend/sibling/parent/lover (who knows?)—and trying to keep it calm. It was flailing its little paws exhaustedly, trying to claw his way to Jillian and the sick Pokémon in her arms.
"Here," Jean-Paul passed the Kecleon to Étienne, who took him without argument, "Take care of him and make sure he doesn't get out of our room while I go tell Lance this." When JP got his nod of affirmation, he looked around suddenly before turning to me with an expectantly raised eyebrow, "Where's Vee?"
I gasped at the mention of my Eevee's name and looked around to the areas she could be. I've been so busy keeping an eye on the Kecleon duo and making sure they stayed in the tree that I forgot to keep an eye on my own little misfit.
"Hey, Étienne," JP turned to his cousin while I looked behind the tree, "J'vais le ramener pour le montrer à Lance. Vous allez aider Addison trouver Vee en utilisant Gigi, d'accord?" (I'm going to bring it to show Lance. You go help Addison find Vee using Gigi, okay?)
I looked up in slight incomprehension when the small camouflage Pokémon was passed back to JP and Étienne took out his Pokéball. I turned to Jean-Paul with a raised eyebrow.
"Since when were you ever considerate?"
He raised one eyebrow teasingly and smirked, surprisingly ruffling my hair with his hand, "There's more to moi than you think."
I scowled and opened my mouth to retort, but he cut me off before I could.
"Looks like Étienne and Gigi found Vee!"
I turned in surprise at Étienne, finding a smaller-than-human-but-still-bigger-than-a-doll black creature made of dark gray cloths and a golden zipper—as its mouth—hovering a few feet away from us, pointing down in the direction where there was a small split between trees that I haven't noticed. Étienne nodded for me to follow him and I separated myself from JP to do so, nodding to Jillian as the remaining two of them left the area to report and bring the Pokémon to safety.
Following Étienne through the bushes and a multitude of more leaves and an even greater amount of canopies that I didn't even know could bend that low. When we finally pushed through the density of the jungle, we found ourselves in a little clear clearing with the sun beating down on us through the windows above (this is like green house of sorts).
"Why would anyone want to make a greenhouse so darn complicated?" I whined as I pulled a few stray leaves from my hair, "Seriously though, are they hiding some sort of big secret or something?"
I turned to Étienne to see if he was still there (he is pretty quiet) and then followed his gaze to his Banette, who was hovering next to Vee and looking at something in the bushes. I shared the confused look the boy next to me was wearing before we joined them, pushing away the brush to get a better view of... a rock covered with moss?
Why the heck are they staring at that for?
"Eeeevve!" Vee chirped before touching it with its paw.
After a few seconds of waiting, wondering, hoping she doesn't get infected by some green monster within the moss, I reeled back in surprise when she started glowing bright white.
"What's going on?" I cried as I blocked my eyes with my hands—the light was intensified because I was so close to her—and turned a bit to the side as I recoiled, "What's wrong with Vee?"
The boy next to me chuckled, "She's evolving!"
"SAY WHAAAAAATTT?" I exclaimed the second the bright light of the heavens stopped destroying our much-needed-to-survive vision. I blinked for a few seconds, disoriented, before locking my awesome forest green eyes on my newly-evolved green Pokémon.
"Leaaaf!" Vee cried and tossed her head of leaves into the air, "Leafeeeon!"
SON OF A MOTHER GOLDUCK. ME EEVEE JUST EVOLVED INTO A LEAFEON!
First team and a few roommates UNCOVERED! ZOMG!
ALL OC OWNERS (even if your OC didn't make it's appearance today), TIME FOR YOUR MUCH-LOVED QUESTIONS!
3. What's your OC's favorite thing to do with its Pokemon?
2. Favorite way to travel. Walking/running/skipping, biking, surfing/gondolas, or flying? (Doesn't matter if they have a flying /water Pokemon or not)
1. Should I keep asking questions at the end of the chapters, or are they just getting annoying?
Now all that's left is to...
SLEEP IN!
P.S. 29 OCs in total! (If you count Jace-Jerk-Face)
~MARLUNA!
My favorite Pokemon is Raichu, SO YOU CAN'T HAS!