Post by Banette on Apr 4, 2009 17:47:48 GMT -5
Erliee Winta
Ahge 6
Mud; Haapie
Deer Diahry;
I godded a this bewk todai. Bloo thoughts I stoled it frym sumone, so she was maddie-wad and it was scarie. But Sneezel finded it on the grounds, he toldded me, so its okay. Bloo toad me we don't haz muck time cause the bad men are chasin us, but she sed that the bewk is for righting. Righting wut? Rong? The bad men are rong. The bad men are meen. Not leik Bloo, 'cause Bloo is smart an neic and pretiee an the bestest person ever. She helped me runs away frum the bad mens, and now shes tellan me how ta right. It seems kinda complikated and stufs, but I'll try hard!
The bad men are comin again so I can't rite much. But I'll try super hard and mak sur dat Bloo and I rnt buthad bye the bad men any moer wen I'm big!
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Erliee Winta
Ahge 6
Mod; Sadd
Deer Diahry;
Bloo and I were attaked by a flap flap today! It was a meen flap flap cauz Bloo was all scared. Sneezel and I were "brahve" tho', 'cuse we sented the flap flap paking. I was rly prud. But Sneezel did all the wurk, so I'm soopah prud of him!
I drawd him savin Bloo frum the flap flap. He's rly cool, rite?
But den Bloo sed shes was leevin! She wanted ta go home ta sum Kuntooo place. She sed its reeeeeeeeeellllllllly far from heres, and she sed its best if she go alone. Cause den the bad mens would be ezier ta hide fum. I wanna cry, but Bloo sed ta be a big boy and dat id see her again sumday. I traded hur mah Horsee the bad men gaves me, and she gaves me her Snubul in retuurn so we cuold trade back someday. Den she lefts. I still wanna cries.
So I deecyded! Me n' Sneezel r gonna bacum soopah strong togetha! So Bloo and Horsee don't has ta be scarred of flap flaps and bad men again!
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September 3rd
Age 7
Mood: Bored
Dear Diary;
It's been a few months shy of a year or so since I last wrote, I thinks. I've been real busy. I've been living close to Goldenrod City, and my days have been falling into a bit of a pattern: Wake up, steal breakfast, train with Sneasel, steal lunch, practice writing, train more with Sneasel, steal Dinner, practice writing more, train Sneasel a bit more, go to bed.
Occasionally Sneasel and I get a feast if I can nab something from people sucking each other's faces off. I think that's kinda gross. I mean, why would you want to touch a GIRL'S lips? I overheard some kids from a local "school" (nosy passersby say I should go there sometimes) saying that girls have 'cooties'. I don't know what 'cooties' are, but I sure don't want 'em.
I haven't really spoken with anyone but Sneasel since I escaped with Blue (who doesn't have 'cooties'), really because I'm concerned that whoever I speak to could lead us back to the bad men. I don't want to cause Sneasel or I pain.
Oh, and I've been teaching myself to write by copying these "poetry" things and finding the meanings of the words that make 'em. I'll share one that I liked, because it was pretty. It's by a guy named Oves Anwar. Weird name, but whatever.
'Moonlight shatters
The crystals disperse
Flakes of winter
Fright's curse
Grey clouds of nowhere
Silver world awakes
To the silver sun beams
To the silver birds of song
Silver world awakes not to pleasure
Not to rhyme
Silver world awakes to sorrow
To the silver tear drop, crying
And with every tear the color fades
And more silver becomes the day
Spindling more silver
The silver devils play
And in my castle I hear the cry
The sharp shrieks of broken delight
The blinding light
The shivering fright
And in my castle I hear the wind
That humbles the calls
That corrodes my walls
The silver hissing wind
Driving nails into my coffin
The silver hissing wind
A dead heart will never soften
Meaningless are my dreams
Evanescent dreams
Grey clouds
Silver world
Faded clockwork, clicks
The hour passes, the hand ticks
And I awake into my dreams
Decadent reality, bursting seams
The clock now stops and forever so
Till I return but I shall not go'
... That took forever and a day to copy.. But it sounds so dramatic! Maybe I'll read it some day and think it's cool again. Or totally lame.
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September 10th
Age 7
Mood: Puzzled
Dear Diary;
As I was going through the route up to the National Park today, some juggler stopped me and asked where my "Mommy" was. Now, I didn't know what a "Mommy" was, so I asked him. He seemed shocked.
He tried to explain it to me, but it's still kinda confusing. I've been taking care of myself, so... does that mean I'm my own "Mommy"!? Though wait, he said Mommies are female. Does that mean Blue's my Mommy?... No, that didn't make sense either.
While I was mulling it over, a fat man with a pair of Pokemon I'd never seen before that had butts on their heads arrived. They spoke quietly for a moment, glancing at me n' Sneasel (who thought the guys were fishy) once and a while, before the Juggler announced that he was making me their "protahjay", and that I should come by tomorrow.
I'm not quite sure what a protahjay is, though it sounds kinda interesting. Maybe I could cure the boredom with it. Maybe I will go back, but I'll make sure to be on my guard tomorrow in case they're with the bad men.
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November 28th
Age 7
Mood: Hungry....
Dear Diary;
Sorry I haven't written for a few months, but I've been busy and kinda forgot again. I finally figured out what a protahjay is- it's a guy who steals monies from people's pockets while they're watching a performance. It seems kinda wrong, but Mr. Juggler and Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy are really nice to me. They teach me lots! They told me I'm real good at it, and the peoples don't mind, 'cause I'm just making their pockets lighter. So it's okay.
Mr. Juggler says that I "shouldn't take shit from nobody". I asked him what that meant, and he said that if someone's going to be rude to me or someone close to me like Sneasel, I should be rude back. It sounds fair! So I guess that means I'm allowed to hurt the bad men for the years when I was younger and they hurt me and Blue and Sneasel, right?
Mr Juggler and Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy said I did good today with my protahjaying. So we're going out to eat! I don't think I've gone out to eat before. Is it like stealing too, I wonder? Or maybe we use those monies they have me taking from the audience of their shows? I dunno. I guess I'll just have to see.
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December 24th
Age 8?
Mood: Excited!!
Dear Diary;
Today's my birthday! Well, I think it is. It's also Mewmas! Well, that's what those guys told me.
I learned about Delibirds today. 'Cause 'parently if you been good, you get nice "Presents" from Delibirds, but if you're bad, you get bad "presents".
I... I'm not real sure if I was good or bad... But I think I've been good! So I guess I'm good. Mr. Juggler isn't a Delibird, but he gave me that book on Pokemon Battle Strategies that I was lookin' at last time we passed the book store. I'd never gotten a "Present" as he called it before, so I was really happy.
But whatever the case, I'm eight today! Woohoo! Now Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy will stop calling me "Squirt"!
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May 28th
Age 8
Mood: Weirded out....
Dear Diary;
I saw Mr. Juggler and a lady I didn't know doing something weird today. When I asked, he told me to go see Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy, so I did. Mr. Fire -Eater-Guy taught me some stuff I didn't know about fire types from different regions, so that was kinda cool.
Though when Mr. Juggler came back, I asked what he was doing with the strange lady.
.... Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Ewwwwwww. The whole "The Starlys and the Combees" talk as he called it sounded kinda gross. I thought about going up to a woman with a baby next time I see one and asking what position she used, but Mr. Juggler said no. Aw...
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December 16th
Age 10
Mood; Who the fuck cares?
Heh. It's been a while. I can't even remember why I decided to pick this up again. You see the past entries? Rip them out and bury them, as I can't bring myself to do it. I'm still weak, it seems- I'll have to change that.
The Juggler and the Fire Eater? Bloodied and dead in the ground. By my hand? No. By Rockets? Yes. A small group of them, actually. Pathetic weaklings. Last year, right around this time actually.
I don't know what happened- I think those two idiots saw something they weren't supposed to, which got the Rockets on their asses. I watched them die. I was weak. Sneasel and I tried to stop them, but of course, a kid and one Pokemon against a group of grown men and several isn't going to end well for the former. I've lost most of the feeling in my left arm, and I've taken to wearing long sleeves no matter what the weather now thanks to that little incident.
That day will never replay itself, mind you. For I am no longer the weak little brat the pages here told the story of before. I've grown up.
I plan to travel to New Bark Town and get myself a "starter Pokemon" like all the other little ten year olds. Yes, Sneasel IS still with me, and he shall be accompanying me there. I've stopped relying on him as much as I did as an infant- reliance is a sign of weakness. Adding to that, though he may have been as weak as I that day, he still remains my invaluable partner.
You shall not hear from me again after this day. Au revoir, useless diary.
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March 26
Age 14
I could have sworn I threw this old thing back to the ground of whence it came. I'm assuming Sneasel must have slipped it back into my backpack when I wasn't paying attention. Figures. He always did have an attraction to it for some particular reason.
I've traveled every inch of Johto's soil now, subjecting my Pokemon to a special training regiment I developed based on the Rocket one I went through as a child. Ironic how something that caused you pain will come back to assist you some day, isn't it?
I'm merely writing out of boredom now. While I've been keeping up our training within the Oh-So-Holy Dragon Cavern of Blackthorn, I feel something is missing.
Perhaps it's the lack of challenge this region holds for me. After you've beaten a game so many times, it begins to become boring, correct? Perhaps you move on to something new, hopefully slightly more of a challenge?
I plan to leave it all behind right now.... Sneasel, as usual, as well as Totodile, my starter, shall be the only ones to stand by my side. The others I've caught shall remain in the Dragon Cavern to continue their training.
.... I suppose I'll keep this old book around as well. I might as well have something to take notes in to perfect my training regiment. I DID say in younger years that I was to be weak no longer. It's basic knowledge that you're still weak if someone can defeat you.
Therefore, I plan to be the strongest. As they've returned from their laps, I plan to break the news now.
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Ahge 6
Mud; Haapie
Deer Diahry;
I godded a this bewk todai. Bloo thoughts I stoled it frym sumone, so she was maddie-wad and it was scarie. But Sneezel finded it on the grounds, he toldded me, so its okay. Bloo toad me we don't haz muck time cause the bad men are chasin us, but she sed that the bewk is for righting. Righting wut? Rong? The bad men are rong. The bad men are meen. Not leik Bloo, 'cause Bloo is smart an neic and pretiee an the bestest person ever. She helped me runs away frum the bad mens, and now shes tellan me how ta right. It seems kinda complikated and stufs, but I'll try hard!
The bad men are comin again so I can't rite much. But I'll try super hard and mak sur dat Bloo and I rnt buthad bye the bad men any moer wen I'm big!
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Erliee Winta
Ahge 6
Mod; Sadd
Deer Diahry;
Bloo and I were attaked by a flap flap today! It was a meen flap flap cauz Bloo was all scared. Sneezel and I were "brahve" tho', 'cuse we sented the flap flap paking. I was rly prud. But Sneezel did all the wurk, so I'm soopah prud of him!
I drawd him savin Bloo frum the flap flap. He's rly cool, rite?
But den Bloo sed shes was leevin! She wanted ta go home ta sum Kuntooo place. She sed its reeeeeeeeeellllllllly far from heres, and she sed its best if she go alone. Cause den the bad mens would be ezier ta hide fum. I wanna cry, but Bloo sed ta be a big boy and dat id see her again sumday. I traded hur mah Horsee the bad men gaves me, and she gaves me her Snubul in retuurn so we cuold trade back someday. Den she lefts. I still wanna cries.
So I deecyded! Me n' Sneezel r gonna bacum soopah strong togetha! So Bloo and Horsee don't has ta be scarred of flap flaps and bad men again!
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September 3rd
Age 7
Mood: Bored
Dear Diary;
It's been a few months shy of a year or so since I last wrote, I thinks. I've been real busy. I've been living close to Goldenrod City, and my days have been falling into a bit of a pattern: Wake up, steal breakfast, train with Sneasel, steal lunch, practice writing, train more with Sneasel, steal Dinner, practice writing more, train Sneasel a bit more, go to bed.
Occasionally Sneasel and I get a feast if I can nab something from people sucking each other's faces off. I think that's kinda gross. I mean, why would you want to touch a GIRL'S lips? I overheard some kids from a local "school" (nosy passersby say I should go there sometimes) saying that girls have 'cooties'. I don't know what 'cooties' are, but I sure don't want 'em.
I haven't really spoken with anyone but Sneasel since I escaped with Blue (who doesn't have 'cooties'), really because I'm concerned that whoever I speak to could lead us back to the bad men. I don't want to cause Sneasel or I pain.
Oh, and I've been teaching myself to write by copying these "poetry" things and finding the meanings of the words that make 'em. I'll share one that I liked, because it was pretty. It's by a guy named Oves Anwar. Weird name, but whatever.
'Moonlight shatters
The crystals disperse
Flakes of winter
Fright's curse
Grey clouds of nowhere
Silver world awakes
To the silver sun beams
To the silver birds of song
Silver world awakes not to pleasure
Not to rhyme
Silver world awakes to sorrow
To the silver tear drop, crying
And with every tear the color fades
And more silver becomes the day
Spindling more silver
The silver devils play
And in my castle I hear the cry
The sharp shrieks of broken delight
The blinding light
The shivering fright
And in my castle I hear the wind
That humbles the calls
That corrodes my walls
The silver hissing wind
Driving nails into my coffin
The silver hissing wind
A dead heart will never soften
Meaningless are my dreams
Evanescent dreams
Grey clouds
Silver world
Faded clockwork, clicks
The hour passes, the hand ticks
And I awake into my dreams
Decadent reality, bursting seams
The clock now stops and forever so
Till I return but I shall not go'
... That took forever and a day to copy.. But it sounds so dramatic! Maybe I'll read it some day and think it's cool again. Or totally lame.
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September 10th
Age 7
Mood: Puzzled
Dear Diary;
As I was going through the route up to the National Park today, some juggler stopped me and asked where my "Mommy" was. Now, I didn't know what a "Mommy" was, so I asked him. He seemed shocked.
He tried to explain it to me, but it's still kinda confusing. I've been taking care of myself, so... does that mean I'm my own "Mommy"!? Though wait, he said Mommies are female. Does that mean Blue's my Mommy?... No, that didn't make sense either.
While I was mulling it over, a fat man with a pair of Pokemon I'd never seen before that had butts on their heads arrived. They spoke quietly for a moment, glancing at me n' Sneasel (who thought the guys were fishy) once and a while, before the Juggler announced that he was making me their "protahjay", and that I should come by tomorrow.
I'm not quite sure what a protahjay is, though it sounds kinda interesting. Maybe I could cure the boredom with it. Maybe I will go back, but I'll make sure to be on my guard tomorrow in case they're with the bad men.
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November 28th
Age 7
Mood: Hungry....
Dear Diary;
Sorry I haven't written for a few months, but I've been busy and kinda forgot again. I finally figured out what a protahjay is- it's a guy who steals monies from people's pockets while they're watching a performance. It seems kinda wrong, but Mr. Juggler and Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy are really nice to me. They teach me lots! They told me I'm real good at it, and the peoples don't mind, 'cause I'm just making their pockets lighter. So it's okay.
Mr. Juggler says that I "shouldn't take shit from nobody". I asked him what that meant, and he said that if someone's going to be rude to me or someone close to me like Sneasel, I should be rude back. It sounds fair! So I guess that means I'm allowed to hurt the bad men for the years when I was younger and they hurt me and Blue and Sneasel, right?
Mr Juggler and Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy said I did good today with my protahjaying. So we're going out to eat! I don't think I've gone out to eat before. Is it like stealing too, I wonder? Or maybe we use those monies they have me taking from the audience of their shows? I dunno. I guess I'll just have to see.
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December 24th
Age 8?
Mood: Excited!!
Dear Diary;
Today's my birthday! Well, I think it is. It's also Mewmas! Well, that's what those guys told me.
I learned about Delibirds today. 'Cause 'parently if you been good, you get nice "Presents" from Delibirds, but if you're bad, you get bad "presents".
I... I'm not real sure if I was good or bad... But I think I've been good! So I guess I'm good. Mr. Juggler isn't a Delibird, but he gave me that book on Pokemon Battle Strategies that I was lookin' at last time we passed the book store. I'd never gotten a "Present" as he called it before, so I was really happy.
But whatever the case, I'm eight today! Woohoo! Now Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy will stop calling me "Squirt"!
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May 28th
Age 8
Mood: Weirded out....
Dear Diary;
I saw Mr. Juggler and a lady I didn't know doing something weird today. When I asked, he told me to go see Mr. Fire-Eater-Guy, so I did. Mr. Fire -Eater-Guy taught me some stuff I didn't know about fire types from different regions, so that was kinda cool.
Though when Mr. Juggler came back, I asked what he was doing with the strange lady.
.... Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Ewwwwwww. The whole "The Starlys and the Combees" talk as he called it sounded kinda gross. I thought about going up to a woman with a baby next time I see one and asking what position she used, but Mr. Juggler said no. Aw...
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December 16th
Age 10
Mood; Who the fuck cares?
Heh. It's been a while. I can't even remember why I decided to pick this up again. You see the past entries? Rip them out and bury them, as I can't bring myself to do it. I'm still weak, it seems- I'll have to change that.
The Juggler and the Fire Eater? Bloodied and dead in the ground. By my hand? No. By Rockets? Yes. A small group of them, actually. Pathetic weaklings. Last year, right around this time actually.
I don't know what happened- I think those two idiots saw something they weren't supposed to, which got the Rockets on their asses. I watched them die. I was weak. Sneasel and I tried to stop them, but of course, a kid and one Pokemon against a group of grown men and several isn't going to end well for the former. I've lost most of the feeling in my left arm, and I've taken to wearing long sleeves no matter what the weather now thanks to that little incident.
That day will never replay itself, mind you. For I am no longer the weak little brat the pages here told the story of before. I've grown up.
I plan to travel to New Bark Town and get myself a "starter Pokemon" like all the other little ten year olds. Yes, Sneasel IS still with me, and he shall be accompanying me there. I've stopped relying on him as much as I did as an infant- reliance is a sign of weakness. Adding to that, though he may have been as weak as I that day, he still remains my invaluable partner.
You shall not hear from me again after this day. Au revoir, useless diary.
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March 26
Age 14
I could have sworn I threw this old thing back to the ground of whence it came. I'm assuming Sneasel must have slipped it back into my backpack when I wasn't paying attention. Figures. He always did have an attraction to it for some particular reason.
I've traveled every inch of Johto's soil now, subjecting my Pokemon to a special training regiment I developed based on the Rocket one I went through as a child. Ironic how something that caused you pain will come back to assist you some day, isn't it?
I'm merely writing out of boredom now. While I've been keeping up our training within the Oh-So-Holy Dragon Cavern of Blackthorn, I feel something is missing.
Perhaps it's the lack of challenge this region holds for me. After you've beaten a game so many times, it begins to become boring, correct? Perhaps you move on to something new, hopefully slightly more of a challenge?
I plan to leave it all behind right now.... Sneasel, as usual, as well as Totodile, my starter, shall be the only ones to stand by my side. The others I've caught shall remain in the Dragon Cavern to continue their training.
.... I suppose I'll keep this old book around as well. I might as well have something to take notes in to perfect my training regiment. I DID say in younger years that I was to be weak no longer. It's basic knowledge that you're still weak if someone can defeat you.
Therefore, I plan to be the strongest. As they've returned from their laps, I plan to break the news now.
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