From: 19.9.12.22.5.18.19.5.1.14. <kalakseur@phreaker.net> Subject: [PW!] The beginning has...begun... Date: Wednesday, October 06, 1999 3:17 PM Yesserie, the beginning has begun. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- ~I....hate...that...~ Sean rolled over, outstretching his arm to his alarm clock, fumbling for the Snooze switch. ~Hate...that.......that.....SOUND....~ Sean's arm slipped, and never hit the Snooze button...and with a short BZZT sound, the clock fizzled out of working order. Good morning, sunshine...the earth says "Hello..." Lalalalalala...Lalalalalalaaaa.... "WHOA!" Sean screamed, his own voice startling the HFIL out of him. "I'm...uh... awake! Awake...." He snapped his eyes open. "Uh...yeah. Today I get my Pokémon...cuz... uh.... I got my license..." The shower hit his back cold. Cold water. He hated that. He turned his face towards the cold water, hoping it would make him more awake. It didn't. Emptying a bottle of Special PikaPoo Shampoo into his hand, he sung a sweet little tune. "Millionaire say Got a big shot deal And thrown it all away but But I'm not too sure How I'm supposed to feel Or what I'm supposed to say But I'm not, not sure, Not too sure how it feels To handle every day And I miss you love..." Sean Silverton did not remember how the rest of the song went. He turned off the shower, and grabbed a towel. "Hmph. My hair sucks." Sean laughed, trying his best to comb the hair into position. Of course, *sigh*, Carolyn didn't think it sucked. She thought it was *sigh*, cool. Sean remembered what she said perfectly: "Sean, your hair doesn't suck. It's *sigh*, cool." Yes, Sean was a happy person. Although he didn't quite understand why the front of his head had -silver- streaks of hair. Yep. Whitish-silver. If there was a goal this Celadon City boy had in mind, it was to find out why his hair was so weird...and why he was too. "Aw crap, someone broke my clock," Sean grumbled, pulling on his leather jacket. He brought his watch to his face, and let out a -huge- gasp. "Ten past twelve! Ooooh myyy God, I'm sooooo late...." Sean slapped himself across the face, cursed, and raced down the stairs, and to his garage. You want more? Wait. It's not gonna happen now! TBC... -- § i l ver§ e án (silversean) AIM: si1versean eMail me @ Kalakseur at Phreaker dot Net I am Batman. Really. HONEST!