Re: Pokémon: Conifer [RP]
OOC: Sorry this is a bit late :P
Theodore 'Tin' Karma
Heading to Conifer High
Tin Karma was on the sidewalk, walking. Memories of his life came back to him, of walking home on the last day of school the former summer. Just a few weeks ago he had been at Washington D. C., being questioned by many adults wearing suits. They had asked him questions about if he had hurt anyone. Tin had once injured a bully, who was harassing one of the strange mutant's children, a small boy in elementary school named Tommy. The bully, apparently, was in the hospital for three days, and returned to his school with a broken arm.
No one would say that Tin was necessarily strong, but he was quick. He had used the strings that erupted from his finger pores to wrap the bully into a web, hanging the bully from a tree, then snapped the individual string that held him aloft.
People called Tin, the son of Martin Karma, a freak. He didn't feel that way. Sure, his hair was different, green instead of regular black, ruby eyes instead of brown, but he didn't feel like a freak. He felt responsible for people around him. But he needed to go to school, where hopefully he could watch over the other children.
It was then that Tin realized the bus would leave soon. The antennae on his head twitched, feeling the vibrations of the bus, which was starting to pull in. Tin started running, noticing his 'daughter', Celeste, running to an old, beaten-up Chevy. Her dirty-blond hair whipped around as she ran over to the car. Chance would be in there, probably. And Michael. Maybe a couple of the others. Tin briefly considered joining them, but he didn't want to burden them, not now, on the first day of school. But then again, he needed to get to Conifer High.
Tin ran over to the car, noticing Chance in the passenger seat. He ran over, eventually outrunning Celeste, a smile stretched on his pale yellow face.
“Hey, kids, can I join you?” he asked.
ARP: None that I know of
Martin put his hands on his head, resting on the desk. His eyes begged to close, to sleep. But he needed to get this paperwork done. He looked at the white sheets, made from the trees and pulp that were chopped down and processed in Oregon, then brought here to Conifer to be turned to paper. In fact, there was a factory used for making the sheets nearby, the northernmost building in Conifer. But it wasn't the work that was getting to him.
For the last couple months he had been living with his now-freakish son, Tin. It was all because of that eclipse, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. Help came in the form of his co-worker, Steve. Steve was large, his belly bulging like a balloon, wearing black pants and a white dress shirt. A cup of coffee that had the words 'World's Best Dad' printed around it. Steam rose from the black liquid within.
“Problem, Martin?” Steve asked, smiling.
“Oh,” Steve's smile turned into a frown, as he furrowed his brown eyebrows, thinking. Martin was glad to Steve, one of the only employees in Eucalyptus Papers who was sympathetic to the recent mutations, “What have you come up with?”
“I don't know, Steve,” Martin sighed, “I want Tin to have a normal life, but he insists on calling other kids his 'children.' It's like he's become a parent all of a sudden. I've been thinking of maybe tutoring him, bringing him home.”
“Some parents of mutants have thought of that, Martin,” Steve said, “I think you should see what happens in the first few days of school. Who knows? Maybe Theodore's friends will turn him around.”
“Fat chance, Steve,” Martin mumbled, annoyed, “I saw him the other day, right after he left the Anderson's house. He was tending to a baby bird.”
Steve looked at Martin, trying to read him, until he told Martin to think about what he said, and left the room.
Martin Karma sighed again, then looked at the papers. He took his pen, dabbing it on his tongue to coax out ink, and went back to work.
Once known as riolu42