Post by Christine! on Nov 18, 2007 19:14:20 GMT -4
Whee, Christine is actually getting a story up on here! 
Aren't you just thrilled? x3
So yeah; this is just my super-fly Pokémon Fic. One out of like.. three or four. I looove getting my stuff critiqued, so if you've got anything, bring it on.
Without further ado, I bring you Chapter One of Indigo Investigations. Enjoi. ^v^
Chapter One: School’s Out![/u]
Jeff stared impatiently at the click as the moments ticked by. Tick… Tick… Tick… Each “tick” reverberated in his mind, each one making him more jumpy than the previous. It was his last day of Calculus; his last day in this prison called highschool. Twelve long years of schooling, and only 120 seconds until they were over.
He couldn’t wait.
The 15-year-old felt someone practically breathing on his neck, and he glanced back to see a caramel coloured face also gazing at the clock. Jeff pushed the other senior’s face away with a smirk, switching his gaze back to the clock.
“Sixty seconds, man.”
“Shut up, Dawaine,” he hissed. He blew a blonde-coloured bang from his eyes, feeling his heart pick up another beat.
Five… four… three… two… one…
The ball rang, and all twenty-five students in his classroom jumped up simultaneously, rushing to get out of the classroom.
Jeff pushed past a crowd, getting into the open hallway of Blue City High of Cerulean City and letting out a whoop of success. Dawaine was right behind him, laughing joyously.
“Hey man, we did it! We finished highschool!”
They high-fived, grinning their faces off.
“Yeah, and we survived Mr. Kumar, of all people,” Jeff chuckled, causing them both to roll their eyes. Dawaine looked at the ceiling for a moment, and snapped his fingers, looking back to his friend.
“Hey, we should celebrate! I’m holdin’ a party at my house tonight. Wanna come?”
He shrugged, and then seemed to remember something. “Oh, man, I wish I could, but I promised Ashlee we’d go camping together.”
“You’re celebrating graduation by camping?!”
“We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. You know that. Besides, this means a lot to her. How about you, me, and all our guy friends at a movie next week. Sound good?”
Dawaine looked a bit disappointed, but he smiled. “Alright, deal. Catch ya later, homie.” He lifted his fist, and Jeff connected his to it.
“Hey, Jeff, one more thing.”
“What?”
“Do me a favor and don’t go to one of those fancy private universities. It’ll turn you into a snob.”
He smirked. “Don’t worry. I don’t see that happening.” With that, they waved goodbye and headed off to their hall lockers.
Jeff leaned down in front of his lock, letting it scan his retina. The security device beeped twice to show the examination was successful, and unlocked. He pulled his locker open, throwing his binder into his book bag and swinging his sack onto his back. He kicked it shut with his shoe, still beaming at the thought of highschool finally being over. College was still part of his future plans, but he had three months of nothing but relaxation and fun…
Well, that was what he hoped, at least.
Thirty Minutes Later
Jeff leaned forward on his hoverboard, wishing it could go faster. The magnets kept him from falling off and wrecking, but he knew it was about time for a new mode of transportation. It would be another year till he was eligible for a hovercar, unfortunately. He swung across the sidewalk and into a driveway, managing to pull one of his shoes from the board and pushing the “off” button with the tip of his sole. The board dropped to the sidewalk, and he scooped it up in one of his hands, using the other to fix his hair up a little bit. The teenager cleared his throat, walking up to the door and opening it up.
“Hey, Tami,” he called, looking around. He frowned, wondering where his foster mom was.
“Jeff, I’m in the kitchen. Would you mind helping me with some of these groceries?”
He forced himself not to roll his eyes, plunking his backpack and hoverboard on the leather couch in the living room. He headed into the kitchen to find a lady with dark, wavy hair and a slightly darker complexion than his storing groceries.
“So, how was your last day of highschool?”
“Fine.”
“Care to elaborate?”
He shrugged, stashing a few items in the refrigerator. “Not really. Ashlee wants to know if I can go camping with her.”
Tami gazed at him for a moment, seeming to hesitate, and smiled warmly. “That would be fine. Just make sure you take your cell phone, and that you’re back by Sunday night. And don’t do anything stupid like try to face a huge Onix or something; I know how much you two like that cave by her uncle’s home…”
He met her eyes, and had to simper at her wry smile. She’d only been his foster parent for five months and she already knew too much about him.
“No problem. And you know how big Perro’s getting; he’s well past full grown by now.”
“Ah, you think that Arcanine of yours is so strong, don’t you? I say, he’s still wild at heart. Just be careful, okay?”
He sighed, crossing his arms. “I’ll be fine, Tami. I’m fifteen. I’ll go pack up my things and head up north to the Sea Cottage.”
“Okay, just remember to be back by Sunday!” he heard her call, and headed up the stairs to his room.
Mothers… he thought, exhaling loudly and starting to gather a few supplies.
At the Sea Cottage
Jeff once again hopped off his hoverboard, and jogged over to the doorstep to his best friend’s house. He rang the doorbell, and in what seemed to be less than ten seconds, there was a 14-year-old girl swinging open the door and pulling him inside. She had two reddish-orange fuzzy ears and four tails, a definite sign that she was an anthro. Or, more commonly known, a Pokémorph. They appeared to be that of a Vulpix, a somewhat young one at that. However, she seemed to be nothing but a normal human by nature.
“Hey Jeff, I missed you after school got out. Where were you, anyways? Probably with that Dawaine kid, huh? Eh, he’s pretty cool. So, are you ready to go camping?”
He blinked a couple times, and finally got back to his senses. “Uh, yeah. Where are we headed?”
Ashlee glanced back, smirking. “It’s a surprise.”
“Can I have… a hint?”
“Well, it’s not too far from here. Less than a mile.”
He rolled his eyes as she pulled him into her bedroom. The 15-year-old noticed a vast number of candles set around the room, and a tiny chandelier had replaced the spot where a lighting fixture may have been. “Uh, Ash, this is the 21st century. We use fluorescent bulbs.”
“I know, I know, but Uncle Bill said it was okay to keep them in here to practice.”
He watched her carefully as she stuffed clothes and supplies into a duffel bag. “By ‘practice’, you mean…”
Ashlee grinned, and snapped her fingers. A large tongue of fire suddenly wrapped around her hand, but didn’t go out of control or burn her hand.
“Impressive,” Jeff admitted, and she packed up the rest of her things.
“Alright, let’s go,” she announced, walking to her bedroom door, grabbing her hoverboard, and walking out in front of Jeff.
“Hold on there, you two.”
They stopped at the door, and looked back. Her uncle, Bill, was in a lab coat, and was watching them.
“Where’re you two going?”
“Um…” Ashlee grinned. “It’s a secret, but it’s not too far from here.”
He smirked. “Alright, run along, make sure you’re back by Sunday night.”
“Okay,” they replied simultaneously, slinging their packs on their backs, jumping on their boards, and heading out.
Aren't you just thrilled? x3 So yeah; this is just my super-fly Pokémon Fic. One out of like.. three or four. I looove getting my stuff critiqued, so if you've got anything, bring it on.
Without further ado, I bring you Chapter One of Indigo Investigations. Enjoi. ^v^
Chapter One: School’s Out![/u]
Jeff stared impatiently at the click as the moments ticked by. Tick… Tick… Tick… Each “tick” reverberated in his mind, each one making him more jumpy than the previous. It was his last day of Calculus; his last day in this prison called highschool. Twelve long years of schooling, and only 120 seconds until they were over.
He couldn’t wait.
The 15-year-old felt someone practically breathing on his neck, and he glanced back to see a caramel coloured face also gazing at the clock. Jeff pushed the other senior’s face away with a smirk, switching his gaze back to the clock.
“Sixty seconds, man.”
“Shut up, Dawaine,” he hissed. He blew a blonde-coloured bang from his eyes, feeling his heart pick up another beat.
Five… four… three… two… one…
The ball rang, and all twenty-five students in his classroom jumped up simultaneously, rushing to get out of the classroom.
Jeff pushed past a crowd, getting into the open hallway of Blue City High of Cerulean City and letting out a whoop of success. Dawaine was right behind him, laughing joyously.
“Hey man, we did it! We finished highschool!”
They high-fived, grinning their faces off.
“Yeah, and we survived Mr. Kumar, of all people,” Jeff chuckled, causing them both to roll their eyes. Dawaine looked at the ceiling for a moment, and snapped his fingers, looking back to his friend.
“Hey, we should celebrate! I’m holdin’ a party at my house tonight. Wanna come?”
He shrugged, and then seemed to remember something. “Oh, man, I wish I could, but I promised Ashlee we’d go camping together.”
“You’re celebrating graduation by camping?!”
“We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. You know that. Besides, this means a lot to her. How about you, me, and all our guy friends at a movie next week. Sound good?”
Dawaine looked a bit disappointed, but he smiled. “Alright, deal. Catch ya later, homie.” He lifted his fist, and Jeff connected his to it.
“Hey, Jeff, one more thing.”
“What?”
“Do me a favor and don’t go to one of those fancy private universities. It’ll turn you into a snob.”
He smirked. “Don’t worry. I don’t see that happening.” With that, they waved goodbye and headed off to their hall lockers.
Jeff leaned down in front of his lock, letting it scan his retina. The security device beeped twice to show the examination was successful, and unlocked. He pulled his locker open, throwing his binder into his book bag and swinging his sack onto his back. He kicked it shut with his shoe, still beaming at the thought of highschool finally being over. College was still part of his future plans, but he had three months of nothing but relaxation and fun…
Well, that was what he hoped, at least.
Thirty Minutes Later
Jeff leaned forward on his hoverboard, wishing it could go faster. The magnets kept him from falling off and wrecking, but he knew it was about time for a new mode of transportation. It would be another year till he was eligible for a hovercar, unfortunately. He swung across the sidewalk and into a driveway, managing to pull one of his shoes from the board and pushing the “off” button with the tip of his sole. The board dropped to the sidewalk, and he scooped it up in one of his hands, using the other to fix his hair up a little bit. The teenager cleared his throat, walking up to the door and opening it up.
“Hey, Tami,” he called, looking around. He frowned, wondering where his foster mom was.
“Jeff, I’m in the kitchen. Would you mind helping me with some of these groceries?”
He forced himself not to roll his eyes, plunking his backpack and hoverboard on the leather couch in the living room. He headed into the kitchen to find a lady with dark, wavy hair and a slightly darker complexion than his storing groceries.
“So, how was your last day of highschool?”
“Fine.”
“Care to elaborate?”
He shrugged, stashing a few items in the refrigerator. “Not really. Ashlee wants to know if I can go camping with her.”
Tami gazed at him for a moment, seeming to hesitate, and smiled warmly. “That would be fine. Just make sure you take your cell phone, and that you’re back by Sunday night. And don’t do anything stupid like try to face a huge Onix or something; I know how much you two like that cave by her uncle’s home…”
He met her eyes, and had to simper at her wry smile. She’d only been his foster parent for five months and she already knew too much about him.
“No problem. And you know how big Perro’s getting; he’s well past full grown by now.”
“Ah, you think that Arcanine of yours is so strong, don’t you? I say, he’s still wild at heart. Just be careful, okay?”
He sighed, crossing his arms. “I’ll be fine, Tami. I’m fifteen. I’ll go pack up my things and head up north to the Sea Cottage.”
“Okay, just remember to be back by Sunday!” he heard her call, and headed up the stairs to his room.
Mothers… he thought, exhaling loudly and starting to gather a few supplies.
At the Sea Cottage
Jeff once again hopped off his hoverboard, and jogged over to the doorstep to his best friend’s house. He rang the doorbell, and in what seemed to be less than ten seconds, there was a 14-year-old girl swinging open the door and pulling him inside. She had two reddish-orange fuzzy ears and four tails, a definite sign that she was an anthro. Or, more commonly known, a Pokémorph. They appeared to be that of a Vulpix, a somewhat young one at that. However, she seemed to be nothing but a normal human by nature.
“Hey Jeff, I missed you after school got out. Where were you, anyways? Probably with that Dawaine kid, huh? Eh, he’s pretty cool. So, are you ready to go camping?”
He blinked a couple times, and finally got back to his senses. “Uh, yeah. Where are we headed?”
Ashlee glanced back, smirking. “It’s a surprise.”
“Can I have… a hint?”
“Well, it’s not too far from here. Less than a mile.”
He rolled his eyes as she pulled him into her bedroom. The 15-year-old noticed a vast number of candles set around the room, and a tiny chandelier had replaced the spot where a lighting fixture may have been. “Uh, Ash, this is the 21st century. We use fluorescent bulbs.”
“I know, I know, but Uncle Bill said it was okay to keep them in here to practice.”
He watched her carefully as she stuffed clothes and supplies into a duffel bag. “By ‘practice’, you mean…”
Ashlee grinned, and snapped her fingers. A large tongue of fire suddenly wrapped around her hand, but didn’t go out of control or burn her hand.
“Impressive,” Jeff admitted, and she packed up the rest of her things.
“Alright, let’s go,” she announced, walking to her bedroom door, grabbing her hoverboard, and walking out in front of Jeff.
“Hold on there, you two.”
They stopped at the door, and looked back. Her uncle, Bill, was in a lab coat, and was watching them.
“Where’re you two going?”
“Um…” Ashlee grinned. “It’s a secret, but it’s not too far from here.”
He smirked. “Alright, run along, make sure you’re back by Sunday night.”
“Okay,” they replied simultaneously, slinging their packs on their backs, jumping on their boards, and heading out.
