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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 17, 2012 10:02:35 GMT -5
Logan inhaled deeply as he stepped out of the stuffy interior of the ship onto the promenade just above the deck of the ship, sadly there were loads of people out here too just what he was trying to get away from after being inside, but at least it was a bit more open even if the air was a bit salty.
He made his way down to the deck, when he arrived on the lower deck he pulled his coat around him a little tighter it was quite chilly out, it was a bit relaxing to him because it felt like home. As he walked decided to leave his pokemon in their pokeballs for fear of getting separated from them, but plenty of other trainers were walking along with theirs, one in particular caught his eye. He was a large muscular guy at his feet was a small squirtle. The man was yelling at it for some reason or another, and Logan couldn't quite catch what was being said, but it kind of rubbed him wrong. He decided to remain to himself though and not to cause any more of a scene than what was already occurring.
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Post by Jills on Jan 17, 2012 12:29:00 GMT -5
Jackson preferred the outer deck. Despite the cold, it was still somewhat quieter than indoors which meant it was better. He'd gained a lot from his trip on the Articuno's Vision from the Potluck and Auction, but there wasn't much else that appealed to him due to his lack of social skills. He continued to cradle his Cyndaquil to his chest for warmth when he noticed some sort of disturbance involving a man and a Squirtle.
He watched the scene unfold, trying to remain silent. He hated the idea of a Pokemon being yelled at by its trainer. They didn't deserve that. They were friends and teammates; he didn't even treat the disgusting bug Pokemon he owned like that. It appeared that his Cyndaquil didn't appreciate seeing the Squirtle being yelled at, either. As it bristled and tried to get out of his arms, the flame on its back grew.
Barely managing to hold onto his partner, JD let out a rather loud yelp from the burn on his arm that he received from the flame. "Ares, calm down," he hissed to it, not wanting to attract any attention. Blushing, he averted his gaze from the scene and noticed another young man. So much for his plan of going unnoticed. Not sure if the other man had noticed his noise or gaze, he smiled sheepishly in greeting before turning his attention back to the squirming Cyndaquil.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 18, 2012 23:51:09 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian's heels resounded on the wooden surface, music to her ears as she climbed the steps up to the deck. Though it was fun staying inside the classy ambiance of the Moltres Ball and partaking in the various delicacies adorning the tables, she wanted to see and hear the beauty of the ocean outside. She could still hear the music trailing behind her as she elevated to the deck, instantly much colder as she rubbed her arms together to keep warm. If she didn't value her fashion sense so much, she would've enrobed herself in a gigantic, fluffy jacket... just thinking about it made her feel warmer. Her long, wavy orange tresses at least shielded her neck from the cold; she couldn't be bothered to tie it up.
She began crossing the distance to the railing so that she could look down at the water squelching out from beneath the boat, but that was interrupted by a man's cry to his squirtle. Unlike most humans, she was a pokemorph with the qualities of an Audino and was thus able to hear a wider range of frequency and amplitude of sounds. She caught what the angered man said to the Squirtle: "You're the worst *#@%ing pokemon in existence! You made me look bad in front of my %$*%ing gang! And you think you deserve rest?" His tirade continued on, and though Lillian wasn't near the man, she still felt the need to cover her ears to avoid listening to such idiocy and bad language.
She noticed the other two trainers but didn't walk up to them, naturally an introvert and one who would rather be approached than approach others.
Outfit!
. . . TUNES|| Arctic Monkeys - The View From the Afternoon TAGS|| Lillian, Logan, Jackson, Articuno Ship's Deck 2012 TALK|| <333
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 21, 2012 7:50:22 GMT -5
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 25, 2012 0:03:01 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian kept glancing over at the man as he continued yelling at his Squirtle, unable to refrain from judging him. Everyone was, really, so it worked out. She silently began hoping that he'd learn his lesson someday when suddenly she heard him screaming, waving his hands out at a bird that was now assaulting him. Against the darkness of the night time sky, she could barely make out the figure of the Murkrow pecking at him. She watched with increasing horror as he took a step, and another step, and another step, towards the edge of the bow.
"Wait!" She cried out, unable to keep silent any longer, but it was too late. She glimpsed the sight of the man falling off, followed by a loud splash as the waters engulfed him. Horror stricken, she caught sight of the incriminated Murkrow flying back to its trainer and turned to him with horror. "E-excuse me but did you.. tell your bird to do that!?" She inquired in a panicked peep, frantically glancing over the side a couple times as she realized that the guy was probably drowning. Breathing deeply, she shouted out, "S-somebody fell off the ship!" In the loudest voice she could muster - which really wasn't that loud.
Luckily, the guy's Squirtle was still there, and though reluctant, the pokemon had an obligation to his trainer. <I'll get him..!> The turtle squeaked as he leapt into the water, paddling towards the man.
Releasing a sigh of relief now that someone was getting the troubled man, she turned once again to look at Logan. Sure, the guy was being mean about yelling at his pokemon, but was that a reason to try to kill him via drowning? It was in cold blood.
. . . TUNES|| None TAGS|| Lillian, Logan, Ship's Deck TALK|| :x sorry for skipping you Jills, but I didn't know when and if you were gonna post~
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Post by Logan Douglas on Jan 31, 2012 6:57:49 GMT -5
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 4, 2012 22:44:29 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian's eyes widened at the man's audacity in telling her such a thing! Memory flickered back to her mission - that she should make a rival. It'd be very easy to dislike a man like this, so she innately pegged him as her new rival. Such an attitude, especially when a man might've been drowning! Her hands arranged on her chest in a stressed pose, she replied, "You would - to a stranger? That's... horrible." Her voice quieted as she directed her doe-eyes downward in disapproval.
His tone was cold, emotionless. It only riled her up worse, even if she was sort of the same way. It was hard to gauge if people like this were joking or serious or something. Yet she could tell, somewhat, that his threat was serious. She narrowed her eyes at him, frowning at his comment about the fall. Did he even look? She glanced over the side of the ship and saw the man being helped up by others who had heard Lillian's call and were nearby when the scene happened. Somewhat relieved, she turned her head back to Logan with her anger lightly quelled. "What if he fell into the ocean? What if he broke a bone? What then?" She questioned with a rising tone. It was easier to speak when she was impassioned about something, but her voice was still sort of shaky; she wasn't used to talking this much, really.
She wanted to say that she hadn't agreed with the man's actions either, but that didn't matter much anymore. Gathering her courage, she spoke with a threat. This was for the mission. This was for the mission. "You're despicable." She said in an assertive tone to him, though her eyes betrayed lament that she couldn't just forgive the man like usual. Oh, how troublesome that she had this mission to complete.
. . . TUNES|| Kimbra - Withdraw TAGS|| Lillian, Logan, Ship's Deck 2012 TALK|| :'V
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Post by Logan Douglas on Feb 4, 2012 23:59:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] Logan stared at her, and waited on her to quit speaking before speaking up. " I would to someone who defends someone like that" he motioned to the edge of the boat. His expression never changed " There is no cause to defend him, he desereved it and that's what matters." He followed her to the edge and looked over you're missing the point, that was the idea, there is no place for people to treat their companions that way" his gaze drifted back to her. If you had a friend who was constantly hitting on you and maiming you in public, wouldn't you expect someone do something to help?" he paused then added Maybe not you women seem to like that treatment from men" This wasn't how he intended on doing his mission, but he was legitimately upset, and meant what he said, as he really was ready to fight this girl and that man should he decide to return, he assumed that would work just as well as doing it artificially. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙PoH: ;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by DR-@@GON on Feb 11, 2012 17:21:26 GMT -5
l i l l i a n g r o v e s Lillian listened with a hardened expression in her eyes, for once not too closed about her emotions. She couldn't believe what he was hearing - that he'd actually push an innocent into the water for speaking up on a man's behalf. "I'm not defending him." She protested, voice lifting with her passion. "But what you did was the worst way to solve it." Her sentence could've been worded better, she knew, but she hoped that she was getting the message across. She knew that, yes, the way the grouchy guy treated his pokemon was disgusting, but using violence to punish him was even more so.
Lillian was frustrated by how Logan was arrogantly speaking as though he was right. She was an open mind in many cases, but this wasn't one of them. Human suffering, she felt, could be avoided; other methods would replace it well. Yet she was inclined to hear him out, so she didn't protest to any of his points until he finished speaking. She could hear the groans and the lull of the crowd as they gathered around the injured man who was now belting out curse words of pain, but practice allowed her to filter that out and concentrate on Logan's closer voice. Suddenly, he changed the subject to insult the whole of womankind. Introducing a third point into the argument - that's a fallacy. Her thoughts raced as invigorating ideas ran through her. "Your opinion of me is irrelevant." She replied after a long moment, giving him a hardened stare. She was trying not to feel hate for him, she really was, but she was experiencing a lot of pressure. It was for her mission, and besides, this guy seemed... bad, but she'd grown up always putting others before herself. "You didn't fix it right, okay? You didn't have to hurt him." She explained, frustration growing. I sound ill-educated, she criticized herself in her own thoughts. If only she'd been born to speak as eloquently as her intellectual thoughts.
. . . TUNES|| Overplayed songs of 2006 TAGS|| Lillian, Logan TALK|| :V
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