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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:46 am
Chi Honda USED THE MASTERBALL POKEBALL!
Pokemon: Poochyena
Name: Kione (Meaning someone who comes from nowhere)
Background: Kione was abandoned by his parents at a young age. His parents were both from high prestige and very wealthy families. Their marriage was an arranged marriage or basically a marriage for money. With that you'd think they couldn't possibly love each other, right? Well boy would you be wrong. His parents both loved money so much the marriage was actually a pretty good fit. His mother was from a family that owned some of the major companies of the town, not that he ever saw why it was important but the town sure did. Every time his mother walked the streets she was like a celebrity, one that only ever thought she had one daughter and no other kids. His mother was the one that called him the filth of the family each morning she woke up, and not only that but she would she say so much more. She would scream each day she saw his face, calling it hideous and ugly and to get it away from her. Thanks to his mother that is why he prefers being alone then being with others. For he believes what his mother says is true, that he is a monster.
His father on the other hand was a big time architect, he was the person whose family was in charge of building this supposed great city. In public his dad was a loving father and a kind man with great fashion. Though in reality he was none of those things, out of the sight of the public. His father was a bigger monster than he could ever have been. His father, well he never cared for his son since the day he born. He figured his son wasn't even worth his time, especially with a face like that and ugly tail - he couldn't take him anywhere. Every day just like his mother did to poor Kione, his father would tell him everything that was wrong with him.
Lucky for him though, their was one family member though that cared for him deeply. That member of his family was his beloved sister. His sister was as sweet as an angel, loved him like a real mother should, and was completely different from his parents. She was the shining hope in his life and helped him survive each day with his parents. Sadly though his life took a turn for the worst when he was separated from her. One night when he was asleep in his room, his parents disappeared on what he called a starlit night. His parents just walked off in the middle of the night, dragging his sister with them, and leaving him their poor young son to fend for himself in the wild world. They left poor Kione to wake in the morning and realize how alone he really was. He was forced to see how big the world was, when you have no one to stand by your side. As he stood in the middle of an empty apartment gazing towards the ceiling, he realized he could never get attached to anything for it would just vanish before him.
Though that was the past and there's more chaos to tell that only happened a few years later. One day as he was wandering around the city sidewalks like he normally did on a boring day, he accidentally stumbled into the wrong situation. A beautiful maiden was being harassed by two odd looking guys in an alley way. He couldn't just stand by and let her get hurt. So he ran into the alley way and used all his skills to fight them off her. Though instead of just getting the guys off her, he went a few steps further. He kicked, beat, and did everything to them once they were off of her. He let the monster inside him finally escaped and when the monster disappeared it was to late. Both the men were dead and his body and hands were covered in blood. All he did was stand there and smirk, until the cops came and cuffed his hands. He didn't fight or yell at them, he just went peacefully. It was long before his trial, where he was considered insane. For he saw nothing wrong with what he did he saved the girl and that was all that mattered. The jury on the other hand saw different for he had murdered two people. Well since his old daddy o' couldn't let these people send one of his kids to prison, even if he hated them. He quickly hired a lawyer for his son's defense and made sure his son couldn't refuse it. The lawyer has dad had hired found away though to save him from jail, and due to his background the lawyer just decided to argue he was insane. The only thing the lawyer didn't do was disclose who his parents were. Luckily though even without that info the insane plea worked, and it wasn't long before he was sent to a place called " the Asylum".
Prompt: Prompt 1: Confrontation
You've just arrived at the Asylum and somehow you've already gotten into some kind of trouble. You were following after some little pichu kid and now you're being chased by one of the... not-so-friendly patients. Do you stay back and try to fight the violently patient or do you try to escape? What do you do to escape?
Entry:
The lights lit a small path in this almost light-less hallway, as Kione was running for his life. "Why on earth did I follow that stupid kid...." Kione mumbled with a glare on his face as he looked behind his back. Behind him was some patient from this psycho place the courts had shipped him off too. "If they thought I was crazy, wait till they see this guy," he thought quietly to himself as he looked over his shoulder once more. The only thing was the more he looked behind his back, the quicker he realized this person was different from others he had seen around here. This patient looked completely overcome by something like the devil and he was wrecking everything in his way.
As he was running away he began to analyze the guy behind him by muttered words under his breath, "So all this guy did was use his destructive way to frighten people, how pathetic! He can't even fend for himself, so instead he just destroys things. Talk about being a man ..." Though the more he thought the more he realized what did he care it wasn't his problem. He didn't do anything to bother this guy, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. If it weren't for that stupid kid he thought ... before it hit him. What had happen to the kid who brought him here? He quickly turned his head to look beside him and saw both sides of him were empty. There wasn't a kid around his body; instead there were just stone walls and a floor. "Damn ..." he said aloud as he tried to a stop running but his attempt failed. That was when he remembered something he heard some school kids talking about, that guy Newton who made those laws. “An object in motion will stay in motion unless ...," he whispered to himself before he got an idea. He quickly stretched his hands outward and pushed his hands hard against one of the walls around him to make his body stop faster. He put as much force as he could against the wall, hoping that the Newton’s law he had heard about would actually work.
He could feel the pain surge through his hands as they braced against the wall. Right now though he didn't care about the pain, since that was the last thing he was going to worry about. The kid who had led him into this trouble was the only thing on his mind right now. Once he came to a stop he looked down at his hands, they were bleeding and felt like someone had hit them with a sledgehammer. He quickly shook his head and got his mind focused back on the present. His hands didn't matter right now; all that matter was he didn't die. As he looked in front of him, he looked just in time to see the wacko guy charging straight for him. The guy looked to be only a few feet away; he quickly ducked down and pushed his slender body underneath the person who was chasing him. He had pushed himself at just right time, so that he ended up on the other side of the guy and the guy was running in the wrong direction.
Once he successfully slid under the patient who was chasing him, he didn't wait even a second for the patient to realize he had been outsmarted. Instead he began to run with full speed in the other direction, the direction towards the kid who had gotten him in this mess. He didn't turn around because he cared, because he kept telling himself he didn't. He didn't care about anyone in the whole wide world, but he couldn't just leave a kid like that all alone. If he did he'd be no better than his parents, and he could never allow himself to be like them. To do what they did to him, leave a little kid who probably couldn't fend for himself against even the weakest of people It took him a few minutes before he reached the place, only to find the kid was nowhere in sight.
"Oh great I wasted all the time for a lost cause," he said under his breath as he let out a sigh of relief. Part of him was glad the kid was safe and he didn't have to worry about him. The other part though realized he may have given up his only attempt to escape from here. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of crashing and speeding footsteps. The patient had figured it out and was coming for him.
Instead of running away though he just stood there and waited. The closer the running footsteps came, the more pumped with excitement Kione's heart became. His head began to tell him, to let it out. Let out that monster that had murdered those two men before. It tried to tell him he was just an innocent person, who deserved the right to fend the psycho guy off. He shook his head violet and whispered under his breath, "No...No...No!" Towards the end of the last no it sounded more like a scream, as he lifted his blood covered hands to his head. He tried with all his might to fight the urge to release that wicked beast inside him. Though in the end though it was no good, as his eyes turned the color red and an evil smirk grew on his face. His body stood there with his sane side completely vanished, for Kione was no longer there. Instead the monster inside of him awaited the challenge of when that beast of a patient arrived. He had no idea what would happen, though all he knew was he was about to have some long awaited fun...
Edited on may 15 - from 10:48 am to 12:48 pm. = ]
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 1:09 pm
Summer Rain 07 USED THE MASTERBALL POKEBALL!
Pokemon: Skitty
Name: Katherine (Kat)
Background: Katherine grew up as a spoild little ritch kid that everyone envied and hated. She has a stuck up attitude, and believes that she’s better than everyone else because of her birth stats. Her great grandfather invented toaster waffles, and since then her family has been receiving the royalties.
She didn’t spend much time with her parents because of their ‘royal’ like stats in society, and as such were always going out to fancy parties and even fancier events that rich people go to. For this reason, Katherine spent most of her time with her older brohter Charles and they would run around tormenting the maids and butlers around the mansion they lived in.
However, this all changed when she followed some weird boy with what looked like strange animal ears and… was that a tail? She followed the strange boy into this huge dark warehouse. Then everything went black…
Prompt: Prompt 3: Hunger
Entry: This was all his fault… Kat huffed as she walked around the dark dingy halls of the Asylum. She made sure to walk in the center of the hall with her arms folded across her chest, making sure there was no chance of her skin and clothes touching the nasty damp walls. “If he hadn’t made me follow him with his weird clothes and strange appearance, I’d still
be in bed with all my pink fuzzy stuffed animals.” She had a thing for pink. The fact that her brown hair turned pink was the only upside to her strange transformation.
MURRRMBLE her stomach started to growl. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate. Was it yesterday? The day before? She had no idea what day it was, or how long she had been out when she was knocked out with that strange white cloth. She continued to walk, and hoped she would find some kind of food. Maybe a Cornish hen?
She started to hear the low rumble of people talking, and silverware clattering. She followed the sound to find a large open room with tables all around the room. She looked at all the people, and couldn’t believe what some of them looked like. They all looked like they grew up on the streets! This place was getting worse and worse.
Kat walked up to the buffet table and gasped when she saw the food. (If that’s even what it was) “This is disgusting! I am NOT eating this…” She huffed as she looked at the cook behind the table of ‘food’ as he handed her a tray of green and brown mush. Some of the goop fell all over her hands and sleeves of her favorite pink dress. “UH!?” she squeaked in disgust, “I will NOT take service like this, I DEMAND to see your supervisor!” She shouted, furrowed her eyebrows as she started to make a commotion.
“Look princess....” the gruff cook said, sarcasm dripping off of her crooked rotting teeth, “Either ya eat it, or ya don’t eat at all.” He looked at her with a blank look.
“Humf!” she turned up her nose and walked away, tail high in the air. She made her way over to an empty lunch table and sat down, looking down at her food as she started to sob silently to herself. “This is a terrible nightmare..” She said as she took a rusty fork and started to move her food around her plate. She just wanted to go back home.
Edit: Sun 5/15 4:20
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 5:22 pm
Hibirdii USED THE MASTERBALL POKEBALL!
Pokemon: Poochyena
Name: Sen
Background: Sen's parents had been overbearingly protective and smothering in their affections but they clashed often over the smallest of things. They even fought in front of Sen, so it should come as no surprise that he was taken from his parents and put in foster care. He was in grade school at the time and from that day on, the boy found himself in the hands of multiple foster homes. It all happened so quickly and since he barely had a grasp on the situation, he was completely lost as to what was going on around him at the time. There were a lot of things that the boy didn't understand, but he did know it meant being separated from Sarah. She was his childhood friend and one who he regarded fondly as his younger sister, so the thought of losing her was quite earth shattering to the young boy as she was the only stability he had known. Sen became easily frustrated and flustered at home, often acting out for the attention of his foster parents.
He was forced to switch schools when they moved to a new district, but somehow the two of them still kept in touch, even if it meant sneaking out or secretly meeting with one another. The time they spent together was never for a long period of time, and always away from their houses.
By the time he was at his second home the distance between them grew more and the two of them didn't speak to one another. Sen did only what he knew best and all he could do was keep moving on as he got ready for the trials that high school presented; bullying, cliques, peer pressure. The problems just seemed to amplify to a tenfold from middle school during these years.
Eventually, Sen ran away from his home and lived his life on the street but he wasn't alone and associated himself with gang life in order to survive. He had always been a rowdy, abrasive child but by his teen years he had become more loose cannon, resorting violence and aggressiveness when provoked. Sen fit right in with them and quickly adapted to their ways and consequently became involved with the police often, but never had he ended up with more than maybe a night in jail despite their efforts to keep him under their watch.
Sen took a visit to his old neighborhood from grade school and found his way to the house that Sarah used to live. He found out from asking the current residents that they happened to move just out of the clutches of the neighborhood his fellow gang members claimed property to.
Quite excited by this news, Sen attempted to seek Sarah out but when the other gang members found out about it, they were just as eager to find the girl as well. Whatever their intentions were, it was obvious that Sen didn't want them involved. Sen thoroughly protested their involvement, but eventually things got out of hand. Though they never got close enough to Sarah, she did eventually notice that she was being followed and Sen and the lot of them were quickly labeled as stalkers.
When Sen finally confronted her, Sarah panicked. Sen quickly began to get frustrated and his temper flared as he tried to get her to calm down but she didn't want to listen to a word he had to say. Her father interrupted them and threatened to have Sen locked up in an asylum for his erratic and obsessive behavior, whatever it took to protect his daughter. Turns out, he was completely serious.
Entry: Prompt 3: Hunger
Sen thought that he was becoming quite accustomed to life at the asylum. Besides the freaky as all hell doctors and the psychotic inmates this place wasn't so bad.That is, it wasn't that bad once he got past the fact that he hated the whole lot of them.
At least he had somewhere to rest. Well okay, there was only so much comfort that hard, cold metal could offer but Sen made the most of it. He found that the longer he spent at the asylum the quicker it became apparent to him that despite his aggressive and indifferent exterior that he was quite a positive person. It was either that or maybe the asylum was really starting to get to him.
One thing that he just could not make light of was the terrible food served to them. He would take a deep breath and slip into the line as per routine to get a peek of whatever it may be on the menu and suffice to say, that there was always some strange variety of "food". Now whether or not it was edible was highly debatable.
Sen wasn't one to be picky with his meals, but he didn't want to put anything in his body that may or may not potentially harm him and with this kind of food there was no telling just what they'd done with it. Even on the odd day that they seemed to have decent food the other patients proved skeptic, whispering about how it must just be one of the other patients they'd cooked up. It was a disgusting thought but In all honesty, Sen wouldn't put it past them to do something like that.
So he skipped meals a lot of the time but even that proved a little risky as there was no telling whether the next meal was going to be any better or worse than the last. You had to be selective in your eating habits. At least if he did end up dying of starvation he wouldn't have to worry too much about being made the next meal out of.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:52 pm
Fall of Reason USED THE MASTERBALL POKEBALL!
Pokemon: skitty
Name: Eloise
Background: Eloise's father was a banker, the type that sat at the top of the food chain and made a lot of money and her mother had died when she was fairly young. Everyone had always know that Eloise was a little special, what with the ears and the tail, but her father doted upon her anyways, providing anything and everything that she could possibly need. She loved him too, with all her heart. Her father was old though and had a poor heart that one day simply gave out and he died. Eloise's world fell apart. She was now made an orphan. There was no real extended family to look after her either, at least none that really wanted her. While her father had loved her, he had not been so kind to others and what family remained hated her father and hated her by extension. There was also her massive inheritance to consider, and all those who wanted it. She was sent to the Asylum to get her out of the way so that others might take her money.
Prompt: Fresh air
Entry:
It was putting it lightly to say that Eloise's life sucked right about now. She had never been too terribly good at change, everything she ever needed was given in a steady stream, there was no need for change. Everything had been the same for so long and then, suddenly, it was all different.
She was fairly certain that this is what hell was like. The building was horrid and seemed like it was falling apart. She heard she was lucky that she had the matteress on her bed that poked her all night long with wayward springs and made it impossible to sleep properly. Then there was the food, she could barely think about it let alone eat it. If it wasn't hell surely it was close.
All of this compounded with the recent loss of her father and a lesser person would have crumbled. Yes she was sad, she had never had something hurt quite this bad but Papa taught she needed to be strong and so she was trying she really was. Strong was hard though so she was simply quiet for the most part.
What had it all gotten her though? Trying not to cry, trying to be strong. She figured if she whine they would all hate her, the patients, the doctors, everyone. She didn't know why she care what a bunch of crazy people thought but she did. It had back fired though, earlier she had a confrontation with a couple of patients who had some how found out a little about her, ones she recognized from the cafeteria, maybe it was just her clothes, maybe it was the way she held herself or maybe one of the people who actually about her was talking to much.
It was merely taunting, it could have probably been a lot worse, if one of them had decided to get physical, Eloise wasn't strong, she couldn't defend herself. They merely mocked her, calling her stuck up, not willing to talk to them or even aknowledge they exist. They asked her if she thought she was better than them as they picked at her pretty clothes and informed that she wasn't, now she didn't have daddy's money, she was just like them.
She wasn't sure what it was that got their attention away from her, it sounded almost like someone had called their names, she had been fighting back the tears she so desperately wanted to brust into, but it was just enough for her to run away and down a hall and lose her bullies. She wasn't sure how long ago this had all happened, an hour maybe two, but she was still wandering the halls of the assylum.
She was lost in her own little head, remembering the good times while simultaniously fearing the present and the future. ELoise was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she barely noticed the door and without even thinking, she opened it and went through. It wasn't until she felt the sun that she noticed something was different about the place that she was now.
She had some how found herself outside. Not the real outside, no, there were still four walls around this place and she couldn't have escaped even if she wanted too but here it was, the sun and plants and something beautiful. She stood a long time just looking at everything, something growing in her chest that she might have called hope. Hope that maybe not everything in this place was falling apart and broken.
It didn't take hold, not for long at least. There would be no hope that she could be happy here but maybe for now she had found a little peace. She made her way over to the base of a tree where she sat, being careful with her skirt, that it would not get too dirty (she would take care of what she had left so that it might last a little longer). There she sat and tried to get lost im memory again and tried even harder not to cry.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 8:48 pm
CHI SOHMA USED THE MASTERBALL POKEBALL!
Pokemon: Mr. Poochy ~ heart poochyena
Name: Rex ( Rexiran Lupan Casswell )
Background: Rex has been in and out of Foster homes to being finally adopted to have that 'mother' fall out on him. He's known always, since the day he entered the 'home' that his life would change forever. House to house, then mother to father to mother again. No one wanted him? But to take it back a few years... Rex always had a problem with starting trouble.
He says it lands in his lap but Rex was always easily angered. When people would ask why, he'd blame it on 'the person in his head' making me do it. Though he did wish to get adopted and be loved, they couldn't ever deal with the constant blame on my 'imaginary friend' would say so or the person in his head. Over time he grew aggressively protective of the one he was blaming enough to draw blood. Constantly until the adopted parents went crazy and sent him back. If only one could see beyond the beast, maybe they would come to understand him... If given the chance to not be so angry. He is .. moderately laid back and has an affinity with bones. Giving a lot of himself to someone if they'd accept it, and protective beyond reason. He just.. talks to himself.. but who doesn't?
Prompt: 1st and a lil of 3rd
Entry: After meeting up with this pichu sorta kid, something intrigued him and perked his interest to follow. His life wasn't so good and he was a lil rough around the edges but for some reason. This boy, his smile made everything brighter. He had to know how he could smile that way, happiness. Something he lacked and wanted to know of.. until he found himself in this horrid place where the walls smelled. He found himself unable to leave and lost the boy he was following. How did he even manage to get in? Well for one- he couldn't get out which caused him to grow unusually aggressive. More so, with his strength. When encountered with a not so friendly patient on his first visit, and on top of that loosing the kid. Well...His strength would increase by a tad enough to cause moderate to extreme destruction when extremely angered. It was easily to say that it wasn't one of his better plans.
Fighting his way out didn't get him no where except a straight jacket the first couple of hours in. After he calmed, he was sent to go eat. Accepting his fate for the time being. He made his way over. Having someone with him to guide him and feed him which he wasn't too thrilled about. Throwing himself in the chair and making it squeak and pull across the floor. Didn't spark attention. Just a slight head up or two then back to what they were doing. He swore he saw a few roaches. When the nurse tried to feed him, he bit her hand and spat his food out right back. Horrid and disgusted, the nurse had no trouble slapping him and pulling him immediately from the cafeteria without food.
Leaning back against the door way after being let out to walk around. Hearing a girl snorting her way in. He laughed and though he was a newbie here.. He had no trouble knocking her down a few notches. "They'll eat you up here- pinky." He sneered and laughed straight out at her. But if he had to stay here. In this horrid place. His time here wouldn't be so bad, if he saw another person in a much worse of a situation. One he could tease and make fun about to make the time go by... just... a little bit faster..
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 9:41 pm
Cloooosed.
Time to judge~
Good luck everyone!
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:59 pm
TIME TO ANNOUNCE THE WINNNNERRRRSSS~~~
But first, we interrupt your regularly scheduled program in order for THE ALMIGHTY KITSAI to say some stuff.
I would like to thank all of the entrants for, well... entering! I really enjoyed reading all of your entries and you guys definitely made it hard to pick a winner. In fact, I had to ask some of my school friends to help me out. OTL
And although it took a lot of rereading and scrolling and copy-pasting and discussing...
I would like to congratulate...
Vethfolnir and Musicaloner7!
Make sure to post in the certing thread and to get any powers approved in the powers and traits approval thread.
Thank you again to all of those that entered.
Stay fabulous, my little munchkins!
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