From: FlatDude <flatdude@aol.com> Subject: [PW!] A new character... Date: Friday, April 23, 1999 7:02 PM A stranger walks alone by the beach. He wears ragged clothes, and looks of age 10 through 13, has blonde/brown hair, and un-characteristic eyes. He glances around nervously. "Hum-diddle-diddle-hum-hum, hum-hum diddle-ay. A beautiful day, for an escaped orphan, with nothing to do, no one to run to...*sigh*" He sits down, back to a palm tree, and begins to weep painfully. "Groooowlithe!" "Growlithe!" He stands up, as 6 or 7 Growlithe, lead by one large Arcanine approach him, appearing from the tall thrushes surrounding the border of the once peaceful island "Uh-oh. Yeah, um..., me. 'That looks like a good island to seek refuge on'...if it weren't already infested by a killer tribe of fire-dogs." He continues to mumble to himself, as the dogs begin to growl and bare their teeth, when suddenly, as if he had been practicing this for his life, he does a backward swan-dive into the water, and lands without a splash, leaving a suprised look on the once hostile faces of the dogs. "Grow?" The mysterious stanger continues to swim through the vast blueness with great ease, never-tiring. He had discarded his ragged remains of boots, a coat and a shirt near the shore, enabling him to move swifly and more easily through the water. He Looks around him. All he can see is miles and miles of the place he calls home, where he feels like he belongs. The sea has beckoned him to come since he was a child. His father drowned and his mother died giving birth to him. He scanns the horizon for a sign of land, though he doesn't know why. He was put in an orphanage after being found in the middle of a pond swimming. Wait... what's that? He sees a small island with a cottage on it. A light flickers in the window. H proceeds to swim towards it. ----3 hours later---- "...and now, I'm here, in the closest place to 'home' I've ever been. That's my story." "Oh." She smiled a smile that melted his heart. She was the same age as him, 12, and he was glad to have some human company that didn't call him "waterboy" or yell at him to keep scrubbing. She was also VERY pretty. She also had a thin leather belt with about 5 red and white balls dangling from it. He was slightly curious about them. "You're welcome to stay as long as you want. You can also travel with me, if it pleases you. By the way, I never caught your name, mine's May." "May's a preety name." he thought as he swallowed the last of the chicken-noodle soup she had made him. "I never really had a name. The kids that made fun of me at the orphanage called me 'washed up' though." "That's a horrible name" "It's an orphanage, what do you expect?" "I've never been to an orphanage." "Be grateful." She smiled at his odd comment. "Let's give you a better name." "Huh?" "That name won't do. How about 'Jack'?" "A normal name doesn't fit my life. It has to deal with water..." They sat at the table contemplating, when May jumped up. "Tsunami!!! It's perfect!!! We'll call you Tsune for short!!! Well, what about it?" He paused. "I had a lot of names already in my head..." She frowned, thinking she had failed. "but this. This is better than all off them combined!" They smiled, and yelled, and danced, and rejoiced, for this was this was the greatest night in all of... Tsune's life.