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Old 04-28-2015, 10:57 AM   #33
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Following Paul through the brush, Orlando laughs a little, "Nah, it's fine. It was a little hairy there for a moment but I think I handled myself pretty well. And I made a new friend, so that's always a plus."

After not even quite two minutes of walking, they find the campsite again. The campfire is smoldering by this point.

"I think I'm gonna turn in for now," Orlando said, waving to Paul before finding himself a soft patch of ground nestled between two trees.

Swinging his bag off his shoulders as Max hopped out, he pulled out a tightly rolled blanket. It was a little mildewy and a bit ragged, but the Mareep wool was still plenty warm and even generated a little bit of its own heat from the leftover static clinging to the fibers. He tried his best to clear out a little area in the brush to sleep on to keep bugs away, and fluffed up his pack as best he could to make a pillow. Max found himself a little nook in between some roots and curled up, while Lily slumped up against the tree, exhausted.

Orlando lay silently for a moment, adjusting ever so often in a futile attempt to get comfortable. After a moment, he sighed. His first day off the boat and it was already a crazy one. Getting lost in Viridian Forest, befriending not one but two Pokémon, all while being attacked by a ghost girl and a gigantic monster. It felt like some strange fever dream. He thought he had seen ghosts before, but he was always blaming it on something, thinking himself too rational to believe in ghost stories.

He could still feel a little bit of the rocking sensation that he had become accustomed to, still not totally used to being on land. For a moment he considered if he was actually asleep on the boat still, having a very vivid nightmare. He pinched himself just to make sure. No dice.

Out of frustration, he grabbed his pack from behind him and rustles through it, pulling out a raggedy, leather-bound journal and a pen. They had been gifts from the captain when he left the crew, given with the instructions to chronicle his adventures for a good laugh when he made it back. Orlando had a feeling that that wasn't really the captain's purpose, but he figured it wasn't in his nature to tell him that writing things down will make you feel better.

Angling himself to get enough moonlight to see his work, he began to write...

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Originally Posted by Orlando's Journal
Day 1

I feel like I'm not really the kind of guy to keep a diary or anything, but I'm on captain's orders to keep a record of my travels, so I suppose I have no choice. After all, it might be in my best interest to write shit down so I don't have to just have it rattling around in my head all night. And there's sure as hell been a lot to have rattle in the past 24 hours.

Being on land has already been kind of rough. I still haven't totally gotten my land legs back. It's not that I'm feeling unstable but it was a bit of a shock to get lost within a few hours of setting foot on solid ground. You'd think after a few years at sea, I'd actually be able to navigate worth a damn, but I guess you can't underestimate the crazy terrain changes over the past few years. I guess it was a happy accident, though, I also managed to stumble upon a little Nidoran looking for a bit of companionship. In retrospect, it was kind of stupid for me to leave without a Pokémon, but it must have been fate or something that we happened across each other. I've been calling him Max (short for Maximilian). It hasn't even been a full day but I can already tell that we'll be good partners. I feel like we both sort of found ourselves in similar circumstances and it's pretty fitting that we found each other while both being lost.

Not too long after, we managed to find a couple of guys camping out in the woods - Lock and Paul. They seem to be pretty friendly and allowed us to camp out for a little while. But the craziest thing was when a little Pikachu wandered into the campsite, clearly scared out of its mind and starving. She had been lost herself, but it seems like her circumstances were a bit more dire. She brought us into the swamp near the forest edge and - I kid you not - there was a real live honest-to-goodness ghost that was tried to kill us. Not a Ghost Pokémon. An actual ghost, in the flesh ectoplasm. At first it took the form of a Frillish, but this strange old woman performed some strange magic or something that revealed it to be the ghost of a poor little girl that was eaten by a beast wandering around the woods. I almost didn't believe any of this until I saw the beast for myself, purple and massive and oozing slime. I thought it might be some kind of Pokémon but I didn't get a chance to identify it before it stomped back into the forest...

Man writing that all out makes me realize how crazy I sound. Honestly, though, it all happened. I saw it with my own eyes, so did Paul. I promise that I'm 100% sober. But I can definitely tell you I got something real out of it - my second capture in half as many days. The poor little Pikachu that led me to the ghost used to belong to the little girl. I took her in as a promise to her. I think I'm gonna call her Lily, after her old trainer. She's a bit timid but I think she's happy to not be alone anymore. I'm sure she'll warm up pretty quickly. She's even got a neat technique that lets her heal herself. Impressive, I know!

It's all been so surreal. But I guess some excitement - well a lot of excitement - is probably a good sign. Though, I'm exhausted and still not entirely used to this solid ground thing. And my headaches have been coming back. I haven't craved a drink at all today (though I've hardly had the chance to), so that's progress. I think I'm gonna try my best to make my way to Viridian tomorrow and then make an attempt to get myself to Pewter in the next few days, just to see how it's changed. Maybe I'll even take a crack at a Gym Battle. If my catching streak keeps going as it has, I might be able to front somewhat of a team even.

Well, I guess this whole writing thing worked. I'm feeling pretty tired now. I'll end here for now. Good night!

(Who am I saying good night to? This is just a damn book!)

~Orlando
Satisfied, Orlando shut the pen in the journal, tying it with a little leather string and stuffing it back into his pack. Rearranging it as best as he could, he threw it behind his head again and drifted off to sleep within a few minutes.
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