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PSR - The Arrival
There were so many!
Everywhere she looked – each way she turned – pokemon of all shapes and sizes, all ages and races, from all walks of life. Some arrived on foot; others by bus; many came by car – their parents’, mostly, save for a few of the older kids. Several well-heeled souls even pulled up in chauffeured limousines. Very few came by air, as they had – but from the moment the transport had dropped them off at the station, Winfred Mars had been seized by such a feeling of eager impatience that she’d immediately taken to wing, unable to wait even five minutes for the camp shuttle. After all, it was only a few blocks away…
“This is all so exciting!” she chirped, “Isn’t it exciting, William?”
Her younger brother – the only one of her siblings who’d tagged along on this trip, bound as he was for his own sleep-away camp another days’ travel away – shrugged with indifference. “If you say so, Winfry.”
Winfred sighed. She was certain she hadn’t been nearly as apathetic a seven-year-old as her brother was. Really, now, the registration wing of the Poke Star Ranger camp’s administrative building alone was larger than the biggest of her family’s dig sites, and the camp itself had property that sprawled to the far horizon. She couldn’t wait –
“Winfry?” her mother’s voice interrupted her train of thought as they landed in a small field near the registration parking lot, “You’re certain you brought everything you’ll need?”
“Yes, Mum,” she sighed, ticking off the list from memory. “Money, ID, change of clothes, PJs, toiletries, stationary set, contact info on your next dig….Ooh, this is so exciting! It’ll be like camping at the dig-sites, only without the tents an’ the latrines an’ the water purifiers, an’ with Space instead.”
He father cleared his throat. “I, ah, don’t believe you’ll actually be going into Space, sweetheart.”
“But, Da, why would they call it Space Camp if we weren’t going up into Space?” She fished a battered copy of the camp brochure out of her pack and flipped through it. “Look, they have special uniforms an’ everything!”
Her parents shared one of those looks that Winfred could never quite decipher. “Look, Sweetie, why don’t you go say hi to the other kids while we get you signed in?” her father suggested, wrapping her up in a quick hug.
“Sure thing, Da,” she beamed, hugging her mother and William in turn before dashing off in the direction of the mingling students. There were quite a few older than her, she noticed, and a handful younger…but from the looks of things, there weren’t many entering freshmen amongst them. Still, a couple of years shouldn’t get in the way of friendships – after all, everyone here was a lot closer to her age than most of the ‘mon at the dig sites and villages her family frequented, and she always got along well with them....
“Hullo!” she called out to a group of girls that looked about her age, “Is this where we queue up? I’m Winfry! What’re your names?”
Just then, her brother wheeled overhead, showing off for a moment before heading back towards the parking lot where their parents were taking flight, “Bye, Winfry! Don’t blow up the moon!” he chimed.
“I won’t!”
“You’re all signed in!” her father called with a wave, “Have fun!”
“I will!” she shouted back, waving at the trio’s parting forms until they vanished behind the buildings and trees lining the horizon, “Bye Mum! Bye Da! Love you!”
Oh, this summer was going to be great!
Done for
pokestarrangers's first Event (Opening Day). Originally this was just going to be a story submission, but then I got to doodling, and, hey! anything for procrastination. 0:3
Winfry's really looking forward to the Star Rangers camp...too caught up in the moment to spend much time on goodbyes.
She's in streetclothes (well, okay, khakis are what she'd usually wear at a dig, but that's *most* of her wardrobe...) as she's just arriving at the camp and uniforms haven't been issued yet. (Or, should PSR be one of the few uniform-issuing camps that sends them in the mail - since her family lacks a regular mailing address and is currently traveling between overseas digs, they asked that she be allowed to pick up her uniform on site.)
I've no idea what the PSR grounds look like, but I felt like tossing a background in, so I tried to keep things generic. (Though it probably resembles the math/science camp I used to get shipped off to...)
Micron inks on drawing paper, colored in Photoshop. Yay, procrastination!
There were so many!
Everywhere she looked – each way she turned – pokemon of all shapes and sizes, all ages and races, from all walks of life. Some arrived on foot; others by bus; many came by car – their parents’, mostly, save for a few of the older kids. Several well-heeled souls even pulled up in chauffeured limousines. Very few came by air, as they had – but from the moment the transport had dropped them off at the station, Winfred Mars had been seized by such a feeling of eager impatience that she’d immediately taken to wing, unable to wait even five minutes for the camp shuttle. After all, it was only a few blocks away…
“This is all so exciting!” she chirped, “Isn’t it exciting, William?”
Her younger brother – the only one of her siblings who’d tagged along on this trip, bound as he was for his own sleep-away camp another days’ travel away – shrugged with indifference. “If you say so, Winfry.”
Winfred sighed. She was certain she hadn’t been nearly as apathetic a seven-year-old as her brother was. Really, now, the registration wing of the Poke Star Ranger camp’s administrative building alone was larger than the biggest of her family’s dig sites, and the camp itself had property that sprawled to the far horizon. She couldn’t wait –
“Winfry?” her mother’s voice interrupted her train of thought as they landed in a small field near the registration parking lot, “You’re certain you brought everything you’ll need?”
“Yes, Mum,” she sighed, ticking off the list from memory. “Money, ID, change of clothes, PJs, toiletries, stationary set, contact info on your next dig….Ooh, this is so exciting! It’ll be like camping at the dig-sites, only without the tents an’ the latrines an’ the water purifiers, an’ with Space instead.”
He father cleared his throat. “I, ah, don’t believe you’ll actually be going into Space, sweetheart.”
“But, Da, why would they call it Space Camp if we weren’t going up into Space?” She fished a battered copy of the camp brochure out of her pack and flipped through it. “Look, they have special uniforms an’ everything!”
Her parents shared one of those looks that Winfred could never quite decipher. “Look, Sweetie, why don’t you go say hi to the other kids while we get you signed in?” her father suggested, wrapping her up in a quick hug.
“Sure thing, Da,” she beamed, hugging her mother and William in turn before dashing off in the direction of the mingling students. There were quite a few older than her, she noticed, and a handful younger…but from the looks of things, there weren’t many entering freshmen amongst them. Still, a couple of years shouldn’t get in the way of friendships – after all, everyone here was a lot closer to her age than most of the ‘mon at the dig sites and villages her family frequented, and she always got along well with them....
“Hullo!” she called out to a group of girls that looked about her age, “Is this where we queue up? I’m Winfry! What’re your names?”
Just then, her brother wheeled overhead, showing off for a moment before heading back towards the parking lot where their parents were taking flight, “Bye, Winfry! Don’t blow up the moon!” he chimed.
“I won’t!”
“You’re all signed in!” her father called with a wave, “Have fun!”
“I will!” she shouted back, waving at the trio’s parting forms until they vanished behind the buildings and trees lining the horizon, “Bye Mum! Bye Da! Love you!”
Oh, this summer was going to be great!
Done for
pokestarrangers's first Event (Opening Day). Originally this was just going to be a story submission, but then I got to doodling, and, hey! anything for procrastination. 0:3Winfry's really looking forward to the Star Rangers camp...too caught up in the moment to spend much time on goodbyes.
She's in streetclothes (well, okay, khakis are what she'd usually wear at a dig, but that's *most* of her wardrobe...) as she's just arriving at the camp and uniforms haven't been issued yet. (Or, should PSR be one of the few uniform-issuing camps that sends them in the mail - since her family lacks a regular mailing address and is currently traveling between overseas digs, they asked that she be allowed to pick up her uniform on site.)
I've no idea what the PSR grounds look like, but I felt like tossing a background in, so I tried to keep things generic. (Though it probably resembles the math/science camp I used to get shipped off to...)
Micron inks on drawing paper, colored in Photoshop. Yay, procrastination!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Pokemon
Species Avian (Other)
Size 885 x 915px
File Size 220.7 kB
Heh. In all fairness, most of her summers are spent poking through dusty old ruins, painstakingly cleaning and cataloging artifacts while dodging stuffy old private tutors. The concept of spending a month in fancy, air-conditioned facilities, surrounded by kids her own age, is a new one.
Also, it's entirely possible that some poor fool of an attendant on the transporter gave her a sugary beverage. She's got absolutely ZERO caffeine tolerance. ^_-
Also, it's entirely possible that some poor fool of an attendant on the transporter gave her a sugary beverage. She's got absolutely ZERO caffeine tolerance. ^_-
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