Meeting Gary Stu
Jun 16, 2021 18:55:49 GMT -8
Post by glen on Jun 16, 2021 18:55:49 GMT -8
On days like Sunday mornings, I always hated having to spend the days going to church with the parental figures. The day started with a rush, having to wake up to shower then forty minutes to put on the right makeup for Arceus, and finally to wear a dress that had a total wear time of about two hours. Of those two hours one was spent sitting in a church pew with nothing to do but listen to an old guy preach for the entire time, then we payed respects to the Creator Arceus and left.
Now my church became the holy and sacred Barnes Shelter, a shelter for abandoned or wild pokemon that needed a place to stay. The couple that ran the shelter, though their last name wasn't Mr. and Mrs. Barnes but Mr. and Mrs. Helsing, were definitely living saints for all the crap they had to put up with. For starters, they took me in. Normally I would show up on Sunday mornings to volunteer, but today was a Thursday and I had nothing better to do than bother someone now that I was traveling the world and whatnot seeking the life of a pokemon trainer.
Miss Helsing would always be found manning the station at the front desk, her kind and soft demeanor a facade for her true, robust work ethic. Recently the Helsings were working on their second child, so she was in her third trimester and growing rounder day in and day out. The boy was due in June, but by the way she looked as round as a Wailmer. Of course, Mrs. Helsing didn’t let it show on her face. The Helsings had an intense fitness regime, and even as a pregnant lady, she didn’t slow down one bit.
I came in the front desk that day and Ms. Helsing looked at me with a frown.
“What are you doing here, sweets? Don’t you have classes to attend to?” Her motherly affect made me cringe oftentimes, since I didn’t really want another mother. However, my mother didn’t use such familiarities with me, which also felt like diminutives.
“No. I quit classes.” I said, trying my best to be bold with my statement, but I knew she could tell I was a little bit nervous.
“Well I’ll be slapped on the cheek by a Magikarp! So, you actually did it, did you?” She swiped a cloth over the counter, tidying up the surface which was already clean from my perspective.
“What brings you around here, then? Trying to sweet talk me into giving you full time job, huh? That’d mean I’ll be seeing your pretty little face a little too much if you ask me.” Mrs. Helsing always had a way of keeping you humble.
“No, nothing drastic like that.” I waltzed over to one of the waiting chairs, taking a seat to rest my weary legs. The trip from the nearest trainer hotel was twenty-five whole minutes and the journey wore me down. I’m so used to using my scooter, but now that I was traveling with my trusty companion Arnie, I didn’t want the extra baggage that the scooter brought with it. That and I didn’t want to use the public transport system to make my way over here, so walking had sufficed.
“So what is it, then? You want a going away present?” Mrs. Helsing spoke with a little bite, as if she knew where and how to press the buttons that would make me talk. Maybe that’s why we got along so well together, her ability to see past my bullcrap, though I rarely felt the need to put up anything for her. Nor did I care about such niceties in the first place, preferring to say what needs to be said for all that it’s worth.
“That’d be nice. Got any pokemon for me?” I responded, taking a listen to the pokemon noises that could be heard coming from the back.
“Sweetie. What happened to the first pokemon we gave you? You toss it off to the side, already?” She stepped back from the shelf she was cleaning to give me a stink-eye.
TBC>>>
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Now my church became the holy and sacred Barnes Shelter, a shelter for abandoned or wild pokemon that needed a place to stay. The couple that ran the shelter, though their last name wasn't Mr. and Mrs. Barnes but Mr. and Mrs. Helsing, were definitely living saints for all the crap they had to put up with. For starters, they took me in. Normally I would show up on Sunday mornings to volunteer, but today was a Thursday and I had nothing better to do than bother someone now that I was traveling the world and whatnot seeking the life of a pokemon trainer.
Miss Helsing would always be found manning the station at the front desk, her kind and soft demeanor a facade for her true, robust work ethic. Recently the Helsings were working on their second child, so she was in her third trimester and growing rounder day in and day out. The boy was due in June, but by the way she looked as round as a Wailmer. Of course, Mrs. Helsing didn’t let it show on her face. The Helsings had an intense fitness regime, and even as a pregnant lady, she didn’t slow down one bit.
I came in the front desk that day and Ms. Helsing looked at me with a frown.
“What are you doing here, sweets? Don’t you have classes to attend to?” Her motherly affect made me cringe oftentimes, since I didn’t really want another mother. However, my mother didn’t use such familiarities with me, which also felt like diminutives.
“No. I quit classes.” I said, trying my best to be bold with my statement, but I knew she could tell I was a little bit nervous.
“Well I’ll be slapped on the cheek by a Magikarp! So, you actually did it, did you?” She swiped a cloth over the counter, tidying up the surface which was already clean from my perspective.
“What brings you around here, then? Trying to sweet talk me into giving you full time job, huh? That’d mean I’ll be seeing your pretty little face a little too much if you ask me.” Mrs. Helsing always had a way of keeping you humble.
“No, nothing drastic like that.” I waltzed over to one of the waiting chairs, taking a seat to rest my weary legs. The trip from the nearest trainer hotel was twenty-five whole minutes and the journey wore me down. I’m so used to using my scooter, but now that I was traveling with my trusty companion Arnie, I didn’t want the extra baggage that the scooter brought with it. That and I didn’t want to use the public transport system to make my way over here, so walking had sufficed.
“So what is it, then? You want a going away present?” Mrs. Helsing spoke with a little bite, as if she knew where and how to press the buttons that would make me talk. Maybe that’s why we got along so well together, her ability to see past my bullcrap, though I rarely felt the need to put up anything for her. Nor did I care about such niceties in the first place, preferring to say what needs to be said for all that it’s worth.
“That’d be nice. Got any pokemon for me?” I responded, taking a listen to the pokemon noises that could be heard coming from the back.
“Sweetie. What happened to the first pokemon we gave you? You toss it off to the side, already?” She stepped back from the shelf she was cleaning to give me a stink-eye.
TBC>>>
[Words: 710]
