Yay, I actually came back to Pokefiction. Just not in the way one would expect. So basically, I've decided to take a new spin on my second comic, School Daze. Except for one thing; totally not gonna follow what I originally wrote. This time it'll be more serious, with no (ugh) Justin Bieber. So um, yeah. I hope I write this well. First chapter I just threw together, so bear with me on any discrepancies. Comments and criticisms are welcome, so please, tell me how bad I am :D
Spoiler:Characters
NAME: Celes Cherry AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 15 - 09.11.1997 DESCRIPTION: A snarky, green haired fifteen year old who will be attending the Aetear City Contest Academy for a scholarship in Advanced Contest Techniques. He received it after winning a contest with his partner, Snivy, using an impressive combination of Aqua Tail, Seed Bomb and Leaf Tornado, and catching the attention of the Head Judge, Wallace. He is also an extremely capable battler, using unique attack combinations to destroy his foes in a matter of minutes. When he feels others have wronged him, he creates overly complicated revenge plans, often involving their worst fears and purple jello. POKEMON OWNED: Snivy [Level 22] Eevee [Level 18]
NAME: Melanie Puarpal AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 15 - 12.08.1997 DESCRIPTION: The ditzy purple haired best friend of Celes. She has a flair for the strange styles, dressing up her Pokemon in flamboyant clothing, much to their chagrin. It is only recently that she received her own Pokemon, a Wooper she named Shoop. She is enrolled at the Aetear City Contest Academy in the Costume Design program. While she can be very dense and oblivious, the unique accessories she designs attracted the attention of Wallace, who she didn't remember until Celes pointed it out. Like her friend, she is manipulative, using his darkest secrets to get her way. Her biggest fear is the dark, a fact Celes preys on quite often. POKEMON OWNED: Shoop (Wooper) [Level 13]
Spoiler:Locations
TIBERIA CITY Hometown of the hero and heroinne of the story. They do not spend much time in town, as they leave several days later. It is famous for its hot springs, which are often the target of Celes' pranks.
AETEAR CITY The town where Celes and Melanie's new school resides. It is famous for training the up and coming Contestants, as well as assissting the future Contest runners, Pokemon Fashion gurus, and special effects artists. It was founded by Wallace, the Hoenn League Champion and Master Contestant, and run by his niece, the Oman League Champion.
Warm sunlight filtered through Celes’ window, casting a warm glow onto the sleeping youth. He huddled beneath a light green blanket, his pale body curled into the fetal position. As he slept, he sucked on his thumb, a habit he tried to keep secret from his friends and enemies alike. His long green hair lay sprawled out against the white pillow he rested his head on. At the end of the bed was a strange green creature, curled up into a ball and snoring lightly in the morning glow. The creature was long and green, with a large leaf extending from its tail. Two yellow circles surrounded its closed burgundy eyes, extending downward toward its light cream-colored stomach. The ivory scales extended up its front to its green muzzle, and back down to the tip of its tail. Above its tiny arms, two short yellow ribbons extended up, like a shirt collar. Between its shoulder blades was a long yellow strip, going from the lower portion of its pointed head to the beginning of its tail. The two slept soundly, letting out grunts and snorts as they dreamed. Their peaceful sleep was made even more soothing by a slow zephyr blowing in through the open window above the green haired youth’s desk, sending several pieces of lined paper into the air. The papers gently tumbled to the oak floors, but they flew into the air once more by Celes’ door flying open. “Celes, Celes, Celes!” the newly arrived person shouted. It was a teenage girl similar in age to the young man, making her fifteen. She had bright purple eyes, matching the color of her hair. The eggplant-colored locks formed a high ponytail on each side, left to move about as she jumped up and down with glee in the doorway. Both the sleeping serpent and teenager awoke from their slumber by the sudden intrusion. Celes mumbled a few choice curse words before pulling his head down into the warm confines of his blanket. He was also quick to moan, “Snivy, please use Vine Whip.” Snivy was happy to comply, albeit not in the way the young man envisioned. From the green snake’s color, two long vines extended. They swung through the air like they had a mind of their own, but going in different directions. The first one landed on the girl’s head, swatting her and eliciting a squeal of pain. The second was far more effective, hitting Celes right on his posterior. A yelp escaped his mouth and he rolled out from under his covers, falling to the floor onto his back. His head banged against the ground, leading to an audible thud as it made contact. After a moment of more cursing, Celes sat up and gave the napping grass-type an exasperated glare. “Not funny,” he said. The Pokémon simply ignored him, returning to its dreams. Rather than get angry with the snide Pokémon, he chose to turn his annoyed glare toward the still pouting girl as she rubbed the spot of impact. “Thanks a lot, Melanie.” He then realized that the girl was inside his home, unannounced. “How did you get in here? My mom is out of town, and my dad is still in Sinnoh helping Professor Rowan.” “I picked the lock,” the girl named Melanie said with a giggle. She had on a long purple coat with a hem at her knees with spacious sleeves three sizes too large over a white dress with yellow polka dots. When the young man’s eyebrow arched in a quizzical manner, she reached into her left sleeve and extracted an abnormally long sewing needle; it was nearly three times as long as a pencil, making Celes wonder how it could have fit in her sleeve without bending. “Three things; one, where did you get that; two, how was that in your sleeve; and three, is it even possible to pick a lock with that thing? Also, why are you here at,” Celes looked towards his desk, checking the alarm clock’s time, “8:00 am? You do realize it’s Sunday, right?” “Of course I do, silly,” she said, ignoring the three questions prior. “I just HAD to show you my new Pokémon though. My dad caught it for me when he was in Johto, and I’m going to train it really hard and have it, like, totally ready by the time we go back to school!” Celes returned to his bed, now sitting on the top sheet. He reached out to stroke Snivy’s tail, petting the large leaf lying in the sunlight to absorb energy. A light cooing escaped the Pokémon, contrasting with the proud and stoic façade it normally wore. “May I see this amazing Pokémon then?” With a wide grin, Melanie withdrew a Poké Ball from her sleeve, further bringing questions to the puzzled youth’s mind, and pressed the silver button on the red and white orb, returning it to its original size. She pointed the object toward the floor in front of her, and a beam of white light hit the floor. It slowly took shape, until, in one burst of light, a small blue creature with purple gills sticking out of the sides of its head. A wide grin covered its face, forcing Celes to restrain his laughter. “Wooper!” the Pokémon cried out. As it did, it almost fell to the floor from the sheer weight of its head, staying balanced only because of the large tail protruding from its behind. When the grass Pokémon next to him heard the Wooper’s cry, it looked up and opened its haughty eyes. The second it saw the slimy blue Pokémon, the tiny reptile began to laugh hysterically, letting out tiny cries as it rolled around on Celes’ bed. Snivy’s giggles incited those of its trainer, and he clutched his stomach as he laughed like a mad man. “What’s so funny?” the girl asked, oblivious to how silly her squishy blue Pokémon was. “Does Shoop have something on his face?” The Pokémon’s nickname only worsened the duo’s hysterics. The Wooper’s face remained happy as it stared at the duo with beady black eyes. It began to hop up and down in joy, causing it to lose its balance and fall flat on its face with a loud splat. The duo stopped their giggling for a moment, but they returned to this action a moment later, louder than ever. “Y-y-you named it Sh-sh-shoop?” Celes stuttered out. “Yeah, why not?” “First, you realize Wooper are one of the goofiest Pokémon to ever exist, right? Second, why did you name that thing Shoop? Have you not heard of the meme Shoop da Whoop?” The purple haired teenager pondered this for a moment, but she could not recall ever hearing of such a thing. “Uh, sure. But why don’t you tell Shoop, since he probably doesn’t.” It was obvious the girl was lying, but Celes let it go. There was no point in making her feel stupid. At least, not over something so silly. “The meme ‘Shoop da Whoop’ is said to stem from 4chan, where a picture of Cell from Dragonball Z was posted with large red lips, bulging eyes, and a laser exiting the wide open mouth. It had the caption ‘IMMA FIRIN’ MAH LAZER’, and it later became popularised by a YouTube series titled The Lazer Collection.” “And how does that affect Shoop?” “Let me put it simply then; Shoop the Wooper. Shoop da Whoop. Similar, no?” Melanie still seemed lost, but she quickly changed the subject. “So, you should get dressed. Shoop and I want to, like, battle!” “Sure, how about I meet you at half past never going to happen? Or maybe quarter to are you out of your mind would work better?” “Hm, the second option is definitely tempting, but…” It dawned on the girl that her friend was mocking her. “Hey, wait a second! Those aren’t real times!” “You don’t say,” he said in the silliest tone he could muster, while also twisting his thumb against his temple. “But I want to battle!” “And Snivy will destroy you. Or have you not realized that Snivy is a grass-type, giving her a double advantage against a Wooper, a Pokémon of the water and ground types.” “I want to battle anyway!” The whining of his female compatriot was really starting to get to the green haired young man. He was about to reiterate his point when Melanie interrupted him. “If you don’t, then I tell everyone you suck your thumb when you sleep!” Celes’ face turned white as chalk, contrasting the bright red flush in his cheeks. “You wouldn’t dare.” The girl raised her arm toward her face, causing the sleeve to fall back and reveal a lilac and black Xtranceiver strapped to her wrist. She raised her fingers to tap a button, but the green haired male shouted, “Fine, you win! Just put that thing away, and never mention that ever again.” “You promise?” she asked. Her finger hovered over the call button, occasionally inching forward but quickly withdrawing. The tension was thick, with Celes’ color getting paler and paler with every false movement. “I promise, okay? Just stop doing that!” Melanie complied, and lowered her arms back to her sides. “Goody!” she cried, jumping into the air with joy. “Meet me at the lookout, or I tell everyone! Come on, Shoop! We need to prepare!” With that, Melanie left the room, her tiny blue friend waddling after her. Celes just stood there, listening for her footsteps to tromp down the stairs and exit the house. When he finally heard the front door slam shut, he collapsed backwards onto his bed with a moan, missing his still laughing Pokémon by inches. “What a pain,” he said to no one in particular. Another breeze swept into the young man’s room, but it did little to soothe the anger simmering beneath the surface. Nor did it stop him from plotting a revenge plan utilizing his ditzy friend’s many fears against her.
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I want to die a horrible bloody death without pain. I hate ouchies! Henry, Fire Emblem: Awakening