"Alright, I'm heading out," I called out back into my house. It was almost time for me to head out to my job.
"Ok, Isaac," my mom called back. "Don't forget what day it is today!"
"Of course! Cut me a break, Mom!" I replied. Heh, how could I forget anyways? I'd never forget my little brother's birthday. Speaking of which
"Brother! Are you gonna come by the daycare today?" Tyler said as he ran to the door trying to catch me before I left. "Auntie Kangaskhan said she had something special planned for me today! I can't wait!" He was bouncing up and down in excitement.
"I'll see if I can't drop by for a bit during lunch," I replied. "I
I can't sleep. How long has it been since I told my parents what I'm doing? It's still dark out, so it couldn't have been that long. Man, why am I so useless? This is the second time I've had a chance to help Katie and I blew it again. I've probably also blown it for Sean. My parents are probably gonna tell his what we're doing, and that's gonna get him in trouble. All I wanted was to try and help Katie again but now I'll never get that chance
"Isaac, may I come in?" someone, while knocking on the door, asked.
I didn't want to respond, but what would be the point of that? "Yea, what do you want?" I asked back.
The door sl
"Oh, they're right I am pathetic " I muttered, dejected. All of my friends--if I can even call them that now--have just ridiculed me for not being able to break a bunch of rocks I have no strength, no power. I can't live up to my lineage; there's just no way
'Jeez, Echo, you can't even break a rock half your size? That's just pathetic!' the harsh words of my friend, a Bagon named Drake, echoed in my head and he's right. I am pathetic. As a Larvitar, I should be stronger than I am but I'm not. I have nothing to show for my strength.
My brother evolved into a Pupitar not too long ago, and already he's back t
It was still pretty early in the morning, not even noon yet, but it took them almost the entire day to get from Goldenrod to Ekruteak before the tournament, so it makes sense it'd take the same time to get back to Goldenrod. Ezekiel still wanted to be considerate of Faith and take it slow and easy, but he also wanted to get to Goldenrod as fast as possible. It was hard for him to find a balance between the two.
Marcus, however, didn't care how long it took them to get there. He'd go at whatever pace Faith would want to go. After all, this was the first time she'd been on the road without having to worry about anything in a long time. It's on
Just like when the moon shone through the window when they went to sleep, a glimpse of the sun shone through as the morning came. Ezekiel hadn't set any of his usual alarms to wake him up for the sake of letting the Buizel sleep, so he was hoping that at least the sun would wake him. Fortunately, he was able to rise from his sleep just as the sun edged over the horizon.
Marcus and the Buizel were still both asleep. Marcus had rolled a bit in his sleep, tossing the blanket off of him, but other than that, he slept soundly. The Buizel, too, looked like she slept well that night. She shouldn't need to sleep for much longer before she'd wake up.
At the rate they were running, they covered the mile distance to Ecruteak in ten minutes. Ezekiel's spare shirt he used to wrap the injured Pokemon in was already soaked through with blood. He could still feel the Pokemon's chest expand and contract, meaning that it was still breathing, but how much longer would it be able to hold on?
Marcus was worrying himself more than he ever has before. There was something about this Pokemon that he just felt inclined to do everything he could to save it. But right now, all he could do was hope. Hope that this Pokemon doesn't bleed out.
The second they passed through the gates to Ecruteak, something be
Ezekiel had to wake up early the next morning. The boat he had tickets for left pretty early. He didn't have much time before his bus to the Gateon Port where the boat docks left. Unfortunately, he got one crazy bus driver that, for some reason, decided to take the scenic route and almost drive off a cliff. He still got to the port with some time to spare, though somehow
It wasn't for another half-hour until the boat arrived; the ride itself lasted three hours. Once all that time had passed, though, he was finally able to see the Lighthouse of Olivine City. It's been almost a week since he last was here and was a bit behind in hi
"Welcome one and all to the top of the luxurious Realgam Tower in the heart of the Orre Region!" an announcer shouted out. Ever since the crime syndicate known as Cipher was disbanded and the leader arrested, the tower was given to the newly founded Colosseum Committee. Now, it was used for the final stage of a near week-long tournament. "We've had many participants battle at the Pyrite and Phenac Colosseums for a chance to appear here, and we finally have those two trainers!"
Below the arena, right next to the elevator that would take him up to the arena stood a fifteen-year-old trainer named Ezekiel Webber. When he signed up for this tourn
"He's mine to play with!" one boy shouted.
"No, he's mine!" another one did.
Hey My name's--ow --Jake. I'm an--ouch--I'm an Eevee. And right now, I'm getting pulled in half.
"Let go! I'm playing with him now!"
"No, I am!"
Yea these two kids are just some of the seven I live with Yea, that's right. Seven. Each one is different in some way. They never can all agree on one thing. Food, games, tv shows--whatever. They can never agree on something. They all think that everything they own or like is the best and when it comes to me, it's no exception.
Each one of them has a different toy or game they play with me
"Alright, I'm heading out," I called out back into my house. It was almost time for me to head out to my job.
"Ok, Isaac," my mom called back. "Don't forget what day it is today!"
"Of course! Cut me a break, Mom!" I replied. Heh, how could I forget anyways? I'd never forget my little brother's birthday. Speaking of which
"Brother! Are you gonna come by the daycare today?" Tyler said as he ran to the door trying to catch me before I left. "Auntie Kangaskhan said she had something special planned for me today! I can't wait!" He was bouncing up and down in excitement.
"I'll see if I can't drop by for a bit during lunch," I replied. "I
I can't sleep. How long has it been since I told my parents what I'm doing? It's still dark out, so it couldn't have been that long. Man, why am I so useless? This is the second time I've had a chance to help Katie and I blew it again. I've probably also blown it for Sean. My parents are probably gonna tell his what we're doing, and that's gonna get him in trouble. All I wanted was to try and help Katie again but now I'll never get that chance
"Isaac, may I come in?" someone, while knocking on the door, asked.
I didn't want to respond, but what would be the point of that? "Yea, what do you want?" I asked back.
The door sl
"Oh, they're right I am pathetic " I muttered, dejected. All of my friends--if I can even call them that now--have just ridiculed me for not being able to break a bunch of rocks I have no strength, no power. I can't live up to my lineage; there's just no way
'Jeez, Echo, you can't even break a rock half your size? That's just pathetic!' the harsh words of my friend, a Bagon named Drake, echoed in my head and he's right. I am pathetic. As a Larvitar, I should be stronger than I am but I'm not. I have nothing to show for my strength.
My brother evolved into a Pupitar not too long ago, and already he's back t
It was still pretty early in the morning, not even noon yet, but it took them almost the entire day to get from Goldenrod to Ekruteak before the tournament, so it makes sense it'd take the same time to get back to Goldenrod. Ezekiel still wanted to be considerate of Faith and take it slow and easy, but he also wanted to get to Goldenrod as fast as possible. It was hard for him to find a balance between the two.
Marcus, however, didn't care how long it took them to get there. He'd go at whatever pace Faith would want to go. After all, this was the first time she'd been on the road without having to worry about anything in a long time. It's on
Just like when the moon shone through the window when they went to sleep, a glimpse of the sun shone through as the morning came. Ezekiel hadn't set any of his usual alarms to wake him up for the sake of letting the Buizel sleep, so he was hoping that at least the sun would wake him. Fortunately, he was able to rise from his sleep just as the sun edged over the horizon.
Marcus and the Buizel were still both asleep. Marcus had rolled a bit in his sleep, tossing the blanket off of him, but other than that, he slept soundly. The Buizel, too, looked like she slept well that night. She shouldn't need to sleep for much longer before she'd wake up.
At the rate they were running, they covered the mile distance to Ecruteak in ten minutes. Ezekiel's spare shirt he used to wrap the injured Pokemon in was already soaked through with blood. He could still feel the Pokemon's chest expand and contract, meaning that it was still breathing, but how much longer would it be able to hold on?
Marcus was worrying himself more than he ever has before. There was something about this Pokemon that he just felt inclined to do everything he could to save it. But right now, all he could do was hope. Hope that this Pokemon doesn't bleed out.
The second they passed through the gates to Ecruteak, something be
Ezekiel had to wake up early the next morning. The boat he had tickets for left pretty early. He didn't have much time before his bus to the Gateon Port where the boat docks left. Unfortunately, he got one crazy bus driver that, for some reason, decided to take the scenic route and almost drive off a cliff. He still got to the port with some time to spare, though somehow
It wasn't for another half-hour until the boat arrived; the ride itself lasted three hours. Once all that time had passed, though, he was finally able to see the Lighthouse of Olivine City. It's been almost a week since he last was here and was a bit behind in hi
"Welcome one and all to the top of the luxurious Realgam Tower in the heart of the Orre Region!" an announcer shouted out. Ever since the crime syndicate known as Cipher was disbanded and the leader arrested, the tower was given to the newly founded Colosseum Committee. Now, it was used for the final stage of a near week-long tournament. "We've had many participants battle at the Pyrite and Phenac Colosseums for a chance to appear here, and we finally have those two trainers!"
Below the arena, right next to the elevator that would take him up to the arena stood a fifteen-year-old trainer named Ezekiel Webber. When he signed up for this tourn
"He's mine to play with!" one boy shouted.
"No, he's mine!" another one did.
Hey My name's--ow --Jake. I'm an--ouch--I'm an Eevee. And right now, I'm getting pulled in half.
"Let go! I'm playing with him now!"
"No, I am!"
Yea these two kids are just some of the seven I live with Yea, that's right. Seven. Each one is different in some way. They never can all agree on one thing. Food, games, tv shows--whatever. They can never agree on something. They all think that everything they own or like is the best and when it comes to me, it's no exception.
Each one of them has a different toy or game they play with me
Shame I don't have a profile pic, but I can't draw to save my life.
Anyways... It's way too late for me to even think of typing stuffs in here, so I'll save all that for some other time.
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I've been trying to do a Halloween themed picture just for kicks and to try and get back into drawing for a few times in the past 10 hours... but everything I've tried has just completely and utterly failed. Right now I'm starting to think that the ability to draw is something that one is born with, not something that can be learned. No matter how many pieces of art I study, techniques I try, tutorials -- nothing works out. Everything just ends up a garbled mess of lines. I have no depth perception and I can't draw a straight line to save my life. But when it comes to the written art, I'm extremely proficient at it. Ninety-five percent of the
I can't really make up my mind of what I want to do right now. I'm dropping back into old habits from long ago, and I'm letting something overtake all my time again... I'm just a bit clueless right now.
I'm blocked on basically all my stories. I've easily discovered I can't do jack with starting a picture on my computer and that it has to be started on paper and scanned over to the computer (which all the scanners I have suck...), so I can't really draw anything. NaNoWriMo is in a day, and I have no clue with where I want to take this story idea I have in my mind. I know how to start it, just not anything beyond that.
Feh... I think I'm jus
Been almost three months since I last made a Journal entry here... Practically has been that long since I was last here, period, aside from last night. I don't really know why, but I just wanted to start drawing again. Nor do I know why it was Quilava that I wanted to draw. Ah well. It's just the start. Hopefully I'll get better and better with my pics as the year drolls on.
This is just a placement Journal, btw... Just something to get that other one off my page. Hehe...