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Charpie : Section du lunatique
Le segment ci-dessous provient dâune nouvelle de mon cru dĂ©nommĂ©e «Charpie» qui figurera dans un recueil que je parachĂšve depuis dĂ©jĂ prĂšs dâun an. Nonobstant, je ne peux pas mâinfatuer lors de la lecture de cet ouvrage sans Ă©prouver lâenvie de rééditer lâensemble. Je considĂšre que mon oeuvre mâĂ©chappe puisquâelle appartient Ă une Ă©poque de ma vie qui ne reviendra jamais et quâen Ă©tat de cause, les corrections semblent provenir de quelquâun qui étreint un texte quâil dĂ©couvrit par hasard sans savoir que les mots proviennent de lui-mĂȘme. Reste que je dĂ©sire partager cette partie qui exprime plutĂŽt bien lâidĂ©e principale du livre que je me rabĂąche sans cesse au fond de ma tĂȘte jusquâaux limites de la psychose. Le titre, câest «Autopilot». Il sâagit dâun regroupement dâhistoires banales, voire inintĂ©ressantes, que jâai travaillĂ© de sorte Ă les rendre dâun certain intĂ©rĂȘt. Lors des passages les plus ennuyeux, le narrateur se met Ă divaguer sur des idĂ©es qui souvent nâont quâun faible lien avec lâhistoire principale et qui servent simplement Ă le divertir en attendant que lâhistoire principale aboutisse Ă un moment plus intĂ©ressant. Le segment ci-joint en est un exemple. Alors que le personnage principal de «Charpie» sombre dans un Ă©tat de semi-conscience, le narrateur sâimbrique dans les Ă©vĂ©nements en relatant sa propre rĂ©action face Ă lâattente que le personnage de la nouvelle reprenne ses esprits. Le narrateur devient de ce fait le personnage principal, lâinstant dâun court paragraphe. NĂ©anmoins, la transition entre les deux monde sâeffectue de sorte Ă ce quâil entrent en conflit avant de se cĂ©der le passage. Les Ă©lĂ©ments du dĂ©cor deviennent le manifeste de cette transition entre le monde du narrateur et le monde de sa fiction. Voici lâextrait:
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Sur lâhorloge Ă pendule : lâaiguille des heures pointait le onze, celle des minutes sâaiguillait dans le six tandis que lâinfatigable trotteuse tournoyait sur toute la circonfĂ©rence du cadran. Une autre minute gaspillĂ©e. Le temps se doit de revenir, or sans son retour les buts ne se valent pas, ils sâavortent avec la mĂ©moire qui oublie. Malheureusement, le temps demeurera immortel tant quâil y aura quelquâun pour sâen souvenir. Une autre minute gaspillĂ©e. Il faut vivre avec; elle mourra avec moi, et moi je mourrais pour elle qui ne me voit pas, pour qui je ne suis que la voix de son abstraction. Une autre minute de gaspillĂ©e. Et pourtant, je le sens qu'elle me dĂ©considĂšre, qu'elle ne tient qu'Ă moi qui la retiens captive; perclus, jâattends qu'elle sourd dans cette piĂšce noire, qu'elle se manifeste en moi. Cette minute Ă laquelle je tends la main, elle me traverse lorsqu'elle passe, me dĂ©charne avant de me dĂ©vorer ; dĂšs lors, ses yeux mordorĂ©s scintillent en ma direction ; elle ne me voit pas, mais entend mon corps qui s'alanguit tel un fantĂŽme frapper d'indiffĂ©rence. Elle s'en rĂ©jouit. Elle dĂ©chiquette la pulpe de mes muscles et les recrache dans l'enveloppe qui les maintenait. Me voilĂ alors Ă©chafaudĂ© Ă l'envers, n'aillant plus rien qu'Ă attendre son retour et d'espĂ©rer qu'elle me restitue Ă ma convenance. Une autre minute gaspillĂ©e. Je ne suis plus Ă l'envers ; je ne suis pas Ă l'endroit ; je ne suis plus, tout simplement. La minute est passĂ©, je l'ai vu sur le cadran. Cependant, je ne l'ai pas sentit. C'est qu'il n'y a plus de chair sur le gibet. Le temps n'a plus rien Ă me prendre puisque je le laisse me dĂ©pouiller Ă sa guise. Il perd de son intĂ©rĂȘt. Il me semble qu'aucune surface dans la piĂšce oĂč je me trouve n'apparait recouverte par une horloge.
Act 1 - Scene 2
Charpie had woken up early due to all of the excitement of the new day. The fletchlings were singing, the pidgeys were awake, and all she could think about was the journey ahead of them. She slinked away from the bed and moved toward the desk. She quickly made a profile page of Pixon. Once she was happy with it, she smiled and got into new clothes her mother bought her before she left.
The girl heard a mewling coming from behind her as she opened the door. Charpie looked back at the couch to see Pixon following her. "Okay, you can come with me" she whispered to him. She closed the door behind the fennec fox and made her way to the lobby.
The duo had a pleasant breakfast and made their way around the town before making their way back into their hotel. They entered the room where Dan and MishL were just getting up.
"Are you guys ready yet?" Charpie asked, Pixon making a whining sound to make the young adult's point.
"Almost, I'll be out soon" MishL replied while she slipped on her shoes.
"I'm ready to go" Dan said as he patted his Froakie's head.
Charpie looked at the two other humans. "Did you guys name your pokémon?" With her hand on the handle of the door, the trainer twisted the knob
and opened the door allowing her companions to leave.
Dan stepped through the door first. "My Froakie's named Jade...you know after the girl from Jackie Chan?" Both females laughed. By how energetic the Froakie was the night before, they could tell that was a good name for her.
"Chespin's new name is Stamitz" MishL explained while she walked through the door. Charpie was the last to walk through. She looked back into the room. This was the first step in the rest of their time in Kalos.
-----meet me I'm a time skip-------
It had been two days since they left the hotel room. The trainers' parties were bigger, they were stronger, and they made it to the next
city to train. The town was called Santalune City. The reason the three young adults were spending so much time at the city was because there
was a gym.
"We should train another day, guys. There's no way I want to lose." Charpie said with her arms crossed. They had only been there two days.
What did it matter if they stayed a third day than battled on the fourth?
MishL's feet shifted. "We have been training for so long. Our pokmon will be strong enough, besides it's the first gym. How hard could it be?" the slighty younger female tried to reason with Charpie.
"I agree with MishL. Tomorrow I'm going to take on the gym leader, and if you aren't there we'll leave without you." Charpie stared at her boyfriend as he said that. She knew he was bluffing, but they would make her battle the gym leader anyways. The female sighed.
"Fine, we'll go defeat the gym tomorrow, but we have to make the most of today as well." With those words from Charpie in all of their minds they set out to train.
-----meet me I'm a time skip-------
That night Charpie had dreams about her pokémon being slaughtered. Pixon, Nymph, Tiny, Darwin, and Lydia were all consumed by fleas. Charpie could only hope that this wouldn't really be her pokémon's fate.