[Here's an average post of the Pokémon persuasion.]
"... I just hope Tobias can find someone to befriend here," the boy in question caught the tail-end of his mother's sentence as he decided to join her side, "Because I know how hard this has been for--oh, there you are!" His mother tucked a lock of errant ash-brown hair away from his forehead as soon as he placed a hand on her petite shoulder. Tobias scowled slightly but made no move to undo the correction.
"Dear, this is Mrs. Wheeler. She's our next door neighbor now and she has a son about your age... did you know they have a League challenge here, too, sweetie? Mrs. Wheeler and I were just talking about it and..." Even though it was obvious his mother wanted to say something, she trailed off, hesitant. Mrs. Wheeler noticed the look on the other woman's face and addressed Tobias in her stead.
"Well, my son is planning to go on his own journey in the next week or so. Professor Oak--you know, he taught Professor Elm in Johto all he knows--well, the Professor agreed to give Flynn a starter Pokémon. There's even talk that he could be the next PokéDex holder." Mrs. Wheeler looked immensely fond of her son as she talked about him. Remembering the apathy of that olive-green gaze, Tobias couldn't help but remain wary of this Flynn, no matter how close mother and son seemed to be.
He felt prompted to say something, however. "That's... fantastic, Mrs. Wheeler. I'm not sure what that has to do with me."
"Sweetie..." his mother threaded her fingers through his own, and Tobias was instantly suspicious. "Kanto could be a chance for you to... start over. I know you haven't mentioned any interest about Pokémon before but maybe--maybe you could learn something from them. Maybe going on a journey could--"
"Mom," Tobias interrupted, yanking his hands from hers. She couldn't be serious. The reason his father--her husband--had left was because of Pokémon. Chasing some crazy illusion of power even though a kid had become Champion. "You can't be serious. No way. No way in hell." His eyes flashed angrily, dark, dark brown. Just like dad's.
He wasn't going to become his father. Preventing his mother from amending the situation, he turned and ran towards the nearest exit he could find, past the white picket fences, towards a well-worn dirt road. "Tobias! Don't go into the tall grass!"
 Felix-Fiasco · Fri Aug 12, 2011 @ 06:12am · 0 Comments |
