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Post by JUNK on Dec 21, 2011 9:47:51 GMT -5
Noah was leaning on the ship's rails, watching the vast, blue sea, deep in thoughts. Recently, while he was trying to read a book in his room, he got a strange message. It looked like someone wanted him to do something. It was odd, so Noah decided to ignore it. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop thinking about the message so he decided to head outside and get some fresh air to clear out his head.
"I wonder who sent that. Must be some kind of freak." The boy was feeling uneasy. The sender could be nearby, watching his every movement. Thinking about that, he felt a cold chill run down his spine. What if it's a serial-killer who wants to kill him? "As long as it's not Pedobear..."
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 23, 2011 2:48:09 GMT -5
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Having just left his room after checking all of his belongings, Seamus left a majority of his Pokemon in the safety of his Personal Computer. The only one he actually had on hand was a small Jumpluff that he was sure would be able to get him through any situation these trainers provided. Not only that, but it was one of the few that he had that was sure to enjoy something like this. Seamus felt tentative about entering the cool outdoors; suit providing warmth as he wore the dark outer layer like a jacket, content enough to feel the fresh air and join the scattering crowd. It wasn't bad to get a little fresh air every now and then, and there was still plenty going on out here to entertain the guests while enduring the biting chill that nipped at their faces.
There was alcohol provided all over the place, though he preferred the finer things going on around here, such as the music, the view, as well as the older company. There were people his age around these parts, but they were scattered and hard to find. It was hard to find others that he could actually get along with, especially with all of these children wandering around. The plan for this time? Not to even bother and to simply go with whatever was going to happen, he sighed as he recalled the mission that was assigned to him. This was going to be interesting, as he was one for a bit of gossip.
Not to be a burden, but he was a bit of a chattering hen when it came to mind twisting stories. This would hopefully work out without fail, for sure. Noah didn't stand out to him, but there was a very loud lady that was nearby that did catch his attention. She frightened him, honestly, really. He refused to accept a woman's touch out of fear, and looking at the way she chattered to her friends, she had her hands all over them. How to interrupt? How to get started? "LIKE GIRL, I SWEAR. HER INTESTINES. I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD." This sassy, classy lady was simply hollering, intimidating him enough to back off from his plan as he gave up and hung his head over the railing. "Defeat..." He said to himself, a bit loudly as his hands strongly held the railing as he shook his head, trying to regain his confidence.
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