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 Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 3:41 pm
♚ _______ ♚ _______ ♚_____ ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯________________________ OH LOOK - AN RP RESPONSE EVENT
unown - renaissance
◞★` : This is a prompt response event. You may only submit one entry per person.
◞★` : There is no word limit, but don't write a book.
◞★` : Entries must be in your own word. Copying and stealing is not allowed.
◞★` : Mules, cheaters, and rulebreakers will be disqualified and banned
◞★` : Deadline for replies is a week!
◞★` : Pet is RP required
Your prompt::
"This poor Unown seems to be in a creative slump! Your job is to create a convincing and artistic story that'll help him out. It can be any length, but please try not to make a novel, and must have that 'storytelling' feeling
Please post all entries in this thread! <3 or PM to Pokemon Mayhem!
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 7:29 am
He made a list of places where they had found him:
★When he was asleep.
★In the garden, behind the fountain where they dumped him if he got too out of hand.
★Under the bed.
★In his parents room.
★Places where he could be alone
Harvey, a Vulpix gijinka, wanted him to go with him round the back of the house to play with the other Gijinkas. He didn't want to go. He wanted to play kiss, hug, or torture. But you had to run and not get caught. Harvey was strange, everyone said, so if he went back there, he'd be strange, too. He waited until Harvey went away, and went outside by himself
He added behind the house to the bottom of his list.
One day he came home with a bruise, which is dad noticed while bathing him.
"Lookit you, a fighter just like yer ol' man here, huh?" said his dad. "Close yer eyes or the shampoo'll get in."
He tried to hold his head still while his dad scrubbed. He thought his dad would have to use his hard little brush later to get the bits of scalp out from under his nails. His head hurt. He wondered if he was bleeding. His dad was an unobservant man.
Then he was getting dried. He liked getting his head dried; trapped under the big dark towel, the harsh rubbing changed into something much nicer.
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Dean, a Simisear, went behind the house with Harvey and everyone agreed without speaking to go and see what they'd do. Harvey was drinking with Dean and Dean was smiling. Alex was glad he hadn't gone back there. That night, he raided his dad's stash and drank.
And wondered what drinking with Harvey would be like.
He stopped when he heard his father's footsteps and then proceeded to hide under the covers.
As usual, they got him anyway.
They waited until he was asleep, dreaming of going to Pal Park. He rolled in his sleep and threw his arms out the covers. They grabbed it immediately, yanked him out onto the floor. This time they didn't just torture him. They tickled him, held him tight, made him laugh instead of scream. They sang some old song. Then they stopped singing, stopped tickling, but didn't let go. There were three of them standing behind him, and when they went still he saw a movement in the back of the cabinet and something, a space, a way, was clear. He took a quick breath and tried to scream, but stopped, feeling the quick sharp teeth on his throat. This was the first in a long time that these Pokemon -- the Dratini -- he reminded himself, were this demanding with him.
"You'll stay with us," they said. "Stay always. Be our King, our kind Prince, our Sovereign, our Good-Hearted Man. Stay."
"No," he whispered, "I don't want to."
"You will. Listen to the music, you'll like the music. "
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On the train they sat on each side of him. His ears flicked in worry, and he chose not to stare at the Dratini.
"I want my mummy," he said once, trying not to cry. Boys could only cry sometimes. This was almost one of those times. He kicked them once, tried yelling, but they dragged his ears and tail and held him down. The Eevee could only whimper in defeat. He kicked them again and one of them leant gently down and put its teeth against his throat again. Like a predator, he thought, and I'm the prey.
"Be quiet," the other one said, and put a hand on his mouth.
He couldn't nod, couldn't speak, had to wait until the first one moved away.
"Hold your breath," the kinder one said.
He did. He closed his eyes and tried to block his ears.
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He woke up King. There were 24 Dratini watching from the corners, 32 Lapras watching from the window, and a Swannas singing quietly to wake him up.
When they had finished with their song, they left quietly, watching his drift to sleep
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The next day, Alex ran into a elderly Kangaskan from his neighborhood.
"Alex, dear, where did you get that bruise from?"
"It was the Dratini, miss," he said, looking at the floor, now.
"The Dratini?" she said.
He nodded his head. "They always get me," he said. "Miss," he said, "did they ever get you?"
"No, Alex. They didn't. How do they get you, Alex?"
"At night when I'm asleep, miss. They wouldn't get me if I could leave my light on, but dad always turns it off"
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After dinner, his father ran him up the stairs, said goodnight, and left. When he was gone he got up and as quietly as he could he turned his bedside cabinet around to face the wall. It was heavy, but he didn't want to open the door to empty it in case they were already waiting for him.
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"When the world was young," one of them said, "we played with you. We were friends, great friends. I was young, you were young, maybe you don't remember me? We played Tag, Hide-and-Seek, Keep Away, do you remember? Those were good days. Do you remember yet?"
He shook his head, watching the sea. It was gold, always gold, as if the sun was everywhere in the sky.
"I always called you over, I always chased you. You were strong, you were fast, so fast. How you could run."
"I don't like Tag," said Alex.
"Your Queen was very good with ropes," it said. "Oh, so good."
"Hold your breath," the kind one said, "here's the tunnel under the hill."
"This is Lily the Cresselia, your Queen. My Queen, this is Alex, our Once and Future King."
He looked at the girl. He'd never seen her before.
"Where you from?" she asked.
"Viridian City," he said. She kept looking at him. "In Kanto."
"I'm from Snowpoint City."
"In Sinnoh," he said.
She smiled. "Yeah."
"We went there once. In a caravan, we stayed for a week and ate ice cream"
He stopped. This wasn't him talking. Someone else, someone shadowy and huge, was filling the spaces in between his thoughts, moving his body, making it comfortable on the throne.
"No!" he shouted. "I won't!"
But they were onto him, holding him, saying, "We have a drink here, a brew most delicious, won't you drink?"
Edith was watching him as he tried to throw them off, but he couldn't, and they made him drink.
There was a parade later that seemed to go on all night. He was soon tired of waving and smiling, feeling one of them always behind him. He couldn't wait to wake up.
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The nest day, when he went out, Dean left but Harvey was still there. Alex wondered if the Dratini had got him. He'd heard someone call Dean strange, but Alex knew Damien was just right. Harvey started ordering the other kids around, and now they listened. He knew something. Not like Alex knew; something different; something they all wanted to know.
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There hadn't been a King in the Dragon's Nest for a long time. The robe was old, the crown too big for him.
"You'll grow into it so soon," they said. "You'll love it," they said. "You'll love us."
Edith had stopped going home. She was there when he woke up, there when he went back to the Train. He'd seen her picture in the papers back home, but she ignored him when he asked her about it.
Time passed differently for her. He'd never realized before she came. She was older than him now, ready to be married, and she told him he had to stay and get older, too. He didn't want to, still had to be dragged from bed, still wanted to be a boy and grow up and be a man like. To explore the world and meet other Pokemon like himself. He knew he couldn't make the Dratini take him back much longer.
"You must marry her," one of them said as he took off his robes, headed out to find the train station.
"You must marry each other. You must. It's been so long since you were married, since there were children here."
He pushed past, running, taking a different path from yesterday. The station was always moving, although the train always came out in his bedside cabinet.
"There are no others," the Dratini said, sliding up beside him and running cold fingers down his back.
"There are only one King and Queen."
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Harvey was the new king of the school and Alex wanted to go back behind the house and tell him everything, ask him what to do, ask him if he wanted to be the real King.
Harvey started a new game. "An old game," he said, but it was new to them.
Alex relaxed as Harvey put his hand on Alex's arm and sang, "You will be Queen." Alex knew this was wrong, but everyone pushed them together and then behind the house. He could hear them laughing. Harvey only watched him for a bit, then ran outside.
"Again!" he heard Harvey shout as he realized he'd been left alone in one of those places. "Again!"
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He couldn't decide which was worse: day or night. Every time he got a word in their language wrong, one of the Pokemon -- be it a charmander, caterpie, whatever -- would scratch him.
"Everything feels strange, you fool," he said, and woke up on the floor, the covers still on the bed, his sheet wrapped around his neck and tied to the tiny doorknob of the bedside cabinet. His feet were inside the cabinet, everything he had put in there, all the books and blocks to try and stop them coming through, was scattered on the floor. He untied himself, tidied up, and made the bed. His throat hurt and he wondered if he had a cold. His ears felt as big as a rock and the ceiling seemed far, far away. He climbed back onto the bed, lay back. His ears, the rock, grew and grew, became thinner and thinner. The ceiling moved toward him, the swirling pattern in the plaster moving round and round, slow, then fast, as it came toward him, pressed down, pushed him into the bed.
"Alex!" said his dad from the hall. he came in. "What's wrong?" he asked and put his hand on his head—and everything started moving very fast.
"Eliza!" he shouted, "ELIZA!" and he picked him up and tried to open the door. His mom appeared, worry on her face. She was in and out his sight, waving her hands, picking things up, knocking the Dratini out the way. Alex laughed.
"What?" asked his dad. "What?"
His dad drove to the Pokemon Center and he tried to see the speedometer from where his mum held him on her lap.
He saw the Dratini outside the car. He heard them. "Don't go," they said, "come here, with us." And he saw the hill ahead on the road.
"No! Go away!" He shouted at them, and tried to twist away from his mother. She grunted when he tried to punch her, kick her. Held him tight and said, "Faster, Dear, he's burning."
At the Pokemon Center, they stripped him and put him in a cold bath. He kicked at the doctors and the nurses and especially the Dratini. More Swannas were singing and he told them he didn't want to wake up. The smaller Pokemon crawled over his and scratched his back, his eyes. More Pokemon came in, flying through the closed windows.
"Edith," they sang. "Edith is your Queen. You must go to Edith."
He kicked and kicked, swore and shouted, and he saw the Dratini were winning. They'd flickered around his parents, driven them out the room, and now they were pushing the doctors and nurses out; only the Dratini came back.
"Come now. Come, now!" said one he thought he knew. "Come now. We'll play with you. And you're King: we'll kiss you, hug you, torture you."
"Mum! Mum! Dad! Da. . . ." He was losing his voice and he was burning up despite the ice that the last nurse was still adding. She was looking around, wondering where everyone else had gone. He could see she was going to leave, so he grabbed her arm and held on. Even when the Dratini tried to push him under the water, when they tried to cut off his arm, then hers, he didn't let go. He wouldn't let go, he wouldn't be King. He wanted to stay with them, with their luxuries and whatnot. He'd do anything to stay, anything, anything--
"Come under with us," the Dratini said and he cried and cried and cried.
"We want our King. It's been so long and we miss you. Come, come."
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His mum and dad moved his bed into their room. He asked if they'd throw out his bedside table. His dad broke it up and they took to the beach and burned it.
He hoped they'd left him alone but he knew he was sleeping in one of their places. He covered himself carefully at night, but his dad had put the heating on for winter and he knew that one night soon one of his hands would stick out. Maybe one of his feet.
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