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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 15, 2012 20:12:00 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The waters of the lake were still, docile but for the ripples caused by the occassional winters breeze. An occassional splash sounded off in the distance, caused no doubt by a Magikarp or some other kind of aquatic Pokémon flopping on to the surface for reasons that Nathaniel cared not to ponder. The thick fog prevented anyone from seeing far beyond the edges of the ships barriers, they were utterly masked from the outside world, and for Nathaniel, that wasn't entirely a bad thing. Not that he would have wanted to spent much longer on the vessel, but given the fact that he didn't actually have anywhere to go, or even any goals for that matter, sticking around for now was a good plan.
The raven haired boy had been on the ship for awhile now, and he could not yet claim that his experience was as promised by the message on his pokedex that had brought him here to begin with. Of course, that wasn't necessarily the hosts fault, merely his lack of social skills. He cared little for the events and gatherings that the more cheerful guests seemed to flock towards, and on a cold day such as this, he had found the one place that he could go where he would be truly undisturbed.
The ships outer deck was practically empty, save for some who had wrapped up to admire what little they could see of the lake, but out here, he could have his peace and solitude. His dark sneakers carried him through the fog which lingered on the ships deck, the cold moisture of the outside air clinging to his face in a soothing manner. He found his way to the outside bar, taking a seat on one of the stools with Larxcen, his Shinx snuggly flopped inside his zipped up jacket, paws and head happily dangling out from the top. Larxcen lay sleeping, passing a cat like purr that even the likes of Nathaniel found somewhat adorable. He slumped his arms on the bar, hunching over almost like an old man who merely wished to drown his sorrows away inside a bottle.
"Whiskey..." He told the bartender, who seemed quite angered by the fact that he had been given the short straw and had to remain in the outside bar. Honestly, he didn't even know why he drank the stuff, it wasn't like he liked it. The taste was disgusting, it knocked him half sick just by the smell of it, but the warm sensation it gave was somewhat pleasant, and it was a sure fire way of getting wasted quickly, so there wasn't much that he could go wrong with was there?
"How old are you." He questioned Nathaniel.
"Old enough." He retorted, slipping money across the bar which was generous considering the actual price of the drink he'd just asked for. What else was there to do anyway? Mingle with the other guests? Please, he'd rather jump overboard to escape the idiotic activities they were all participating in below deck. No, this was a much better activity.
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Post by WOLFBANE. on Feb 18, 2012 14:47:56 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #D0D0D0;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █The boats subtle rocking entranced the minds of younger beings, captivating them into the slow progression of shutting down their mind, lowering their defenses to the point of no going back. For if they allowed the make-shift lullaby of the sea-bound vessel to strangle them in it's silent murmurs, they'd soon find themselves fighting against the darkness that would sweep and corrupt their sight. And while the dream-world took it's youthful victims, those older had a shield that projected that calling away from them, finding it easier to break away from sleeps desperate urges, especially when the atmosphere radiated excitement.
Winter sent it's icy breath to harass the boat's residents, the fresh air circling it's targets and nipping sharply at any skin bared forth, almost like a dream-catcher that was weaving out the horrid thoughts, from the creative ones. Those that reacted harshly to the cold and couldn't with-stand it's pleas for recognition would retreat into the ships compartments for shelter, in contrast to those that merely brushed off winters caressing touch and welcomed it with open arms.
A girl was leaned up against the metallic railings of the boat, her body shifting back and forth in a rhythmic pattern as a soft hum departed from her lips, creating a light beat that aided to her movements. Littered around her feet were the empty liquid containment's, some still half full of the alcoholic beverages. Clad arms were tightly gripping a dotted egg in a bridal manner, crimson optics flitting across the surface area of the oval in an examining manner. "Little egg, little egg, touch so sweet, won't you crack a little bit just so I can see~" The words came out in a minorly slurred sing-song tone, laced with curiosity as Skyler carefully raised the eggu above her head, turning it in her grasp to observe the whole of the object fully, keen on looking out for any imperfections. None. Still nothing. "So stubborn, you get it from me," Oh, how the egg gave out a personality from an absolutely trifling void, the silence spoke for miles, and in Skyler's mind, it was ignoring her. Sighing in defeat while tucking the egg safely in her jackets hood.
The mist clouded her vision, though after finding herself lingering along the rather life-less deck of the boat, Skye took notice in someone at the bar, hunched over the counter while waiting for what was obviously a drink. Hesitant in her steps, ebony hair fell down to the side as her head cocked to an angle in question. Trying to match a body to a face, and that face to a name. It wasn't until after a few seconds it dawned on her that it was that poisonous little boy she had met more than a few times. As that processed, Skyler strode up behind him, attempting to be stealth-ful in her steps so she wouldn't be noticed, though it was rather hard when she found herself laughing to herself every now and again. Yet, when she easily closed the distance between them, her arms found themselves gently linking around his neck and drooping down to rest on the shinx's head. Gasping in surprise at the little creatures' presence, the girl stroked the fur along Larxcen's scruff, all caution thrown to the wind.
"Oh, that's mine~" The demand was blurted out without pausing, as she felt her eyes widen at the drink that was being presented to Nate as an arm rose to snatch the whiskey and hold it to her lips. Parting them to let the liquid flow down her throat, she felt her throat clench in slight restraint as the beverage stung at her nerves, and made her scrunch up her face in slight disgust, managing to stifle out a light cough while tossing the glass back on the counter. "That was horrible," Hissing to herself, as she returned the arm to rest on Nate's shoulder, her head angled down to rest her cheek against his hair, nuzzling into it without much thought. "What a coincidence, I found you again~ You're like that little thing, you know, the thing that you can never find when you want, but always when you aren't looking. Like a...small unimportant item that you only want once in a while," Mumbled quickly out in one breath, her eyes closed in content, not registering at the moment that it was Nate.
"You're always grumpy though," Pulling her arms back to herself, the femme put her palms on the counter and hopped up to sit on the stools presented at the side of the bar. "You should smile time to time, it'd look better than scowling at nothing," Pupils narrowing in an accusing manner, Skye stretched her arms in-front of her across the table, gripping the other end of it and tugging against her back, straining her muscles and letting out a bliss-filled sigh at the feeling. The red-eyed teenager allowed her head to fall against the smooth surface, resting her cheek against the cool bar as she gazed at Nathaniel with un-blinking optics, staring at him emotionlessly, sizing him up in not quite an offending way, but more like trying to read his face for anything. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #C0C0C0;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/21297ph.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/eggsprite.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ Posts 1/15 █
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 18, 2012 18:26:25 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]A ghostly fog of breath lazily escaped the boys mouth, spinning a tornado dance as it mingled with the lingering fog and eventually merged into nothingness. A sigh. Nathaniel merely sat, staring at the amber coloured liquid which lay in his glass, azure orbs tranced on the echoing ripples which came in unison with the ships rocking. The light and occasional purrs of the sleeping Shinx by his torso and the warm which its body gave off nestled agaisnt his own left the boy in an immobile state. He sat there, lifeless, as if taking a moment to appreciate the drink he was about to consume. Yet that moment would soon be broken, as an unfamiliar touch grasped him in the form of a hug. Foreign arms clasped around him, hands targeting his Pokemon's head with a stroke. The unexpected display caused his entire body to flinch and tense, perhaps out of surprise, but also out of caution to the unknown figure.
As ebony locks fell, brushing against his cheek, he glared in annoyance as the hands of the faceless stranger clasped his glass, downing the liquid which he had just paid for, only to be followed by a complaint at the strength of the drink and its more than foul taste. The boy passed a silent tch, muttered under his breath as the girl rested her face against his soft yet messy locks.
"You get used to the taste after awhile..." He explained, lazily and dull toned, an unusual lack of anger in his tone. It was short lived however, as the nameless girl dished out something which Nathaniel instantly took as an insult. He gave a simple "Hmph," in response as he diverted his eyes, rolling them out of frustration. "Well, it must be fate that you keep finding me like this," he replied, a short sigh following with the end of his speech. He wasn't sure if it was that he was simply bored, tired or a little depressed, but everything about him felt off today. Every inch of his body and mind wanted to reply to the girl with usual venom dipped words, his natural response was to tell the girl that she was like the fly that no matter how many times you squatted or shooed away, it still somehow managed to find its way back and buzz around your ears. Yet, he had stopped himself.
Lifeless eyes stared as the girl came finally into vision, joining him by the bar. He recognised the face, he'd recognized the voice before even having to see the face, yet his eyes showed no process of recognition, or emotion at the chance meeting, a sign surely that he did not care. Words of criticism reached his ears, and he responded by meeting the girls unnatural crimson orbs with his own enigmatic blues, a freeze frame moment, momentarily, before diverting them down towards the ground. "Maybe I just don't have much to smile about," He told her, almost at confession. It was true of course, Nathaniel was an angry person at heart, he had a lot to be angry about and even if he took that anger out on the entire world instead of focusing it on one particular target, he still found that it did not go away. He didn't give much time for the girl to process the comment though, instantly claiming the waiters attention with another order. "Two more, leave the bottle," he commanded, giving Skye no option in the choice of drink.
"What's there to smile about anyway? Is there anything fun to do on this ship that won't piss me off even more?" He asked her, with genuine curiosity in his tone.
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Post by WOLFBANE. on Feb 19, 2012 19:22:50 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #D0D0D0;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █Death's cold embrace danced fluently along the girls blistering skin, weakening before it ever got close enough to caress her, and when it did it was dismissed as a mere gentle breeze. The intensity of the winter chill was no match for the heat that little egg in her hood provided, and if Skyler would have paid closer attention, she'd notice how the egg was burning and heating her own being. Yet, the only thing Skye acknowledged was how the icy air kissed and traced sweet nothings along her face, grasped carefully at her raven locks to brush them away so her facial structure could be seen. The fog gave life to the air, shifting and being manipulated with each individual gust, forming shapes with no containment so they were free to change with the differing pressures applied.
The cold felt soothing, as if it was singing in careful harmony with the boat's rocking, urging and pressing against Skyler's conscious as she let her head rest a-top of Nathaniel's. Reveling in the comfort that his hair provided as a makeshift pillow, Skye felt at ease, peaceful for the momentarily bliss she experienced, closing her eyes to rest for what seemed like hours to her, but only a few seconds based on actual time. "I don't think the taste is something i'll everrr get accustomed too, it tastes like death," An optic opened to peek at the world, finding herself fascinated with a single breath. "Maybe it's not you i'm finding, I think it's the little shinx. It's so nice and puffy, I want it, it's mine." Correcting his statement on how fate was drawing them together, Skyler leaned against Nate's back going on her tippy toes to try and climb over top of the boy, hands pushing down on his shoulders in an attempt to raise herself high enough to hunch over his head to see the little lion-like cub. "I'm going to name himmm, Angelo. I love you Angelo," A gasp departed almost abruptly, earning a huff as Skye let herself fall back to her original height. "What if Angelo isn't a boy, I ruined it...it's a girl," The girl fell sickening silent, which was usually a first since words had been spilling out of her mouth without recognition for the past while now, so now she felt herself tremble in sudden sobs. "I really want to like Angelo, but she's a girl and I don't' like female pokemon, i'm a horrible owner, but it's still mine."
And just like that, she was fine. It wasn't like a memory relapse, forgetting solely what she was upset over as she moved to sit on the stool, her gaze locked on nothing more than Nathaniel. Like a moth towards an open flame, knowing that the heat and restrictions from the fire would scorch it's wings and dis-enable it's sense of freedom, and even with that known, the moth was still willing to take the chance just to get a bit closer to the flame, try to see how much distance it could close, before the unhealthy companionship between the two caused one to wither up either by accident, or willingly. Hence, Skyler found herself having a hard time pulling her optics away in this state of mind, so why try? And when his own line of vision corrupted her own, the girl merely blinked and rolled her head on the counter to bare the back of her head to Nate and let her stare look the opposite direction. "Don't look at me--when i'm looking at you, awkward-turtle," Mumbled out in slurred complaint.
Keeping her head turned away from Nate, Skye rose a hand to feel out the table beside her, patting around until she felt her fore-arm bump into Nate, following up the ebony haired girl patted along Nate's arm before feeling the slight tickle from the jagged ends of his hair, going higher so, she patted his face with the palm of her hand tenderly, shifting it to blindly pet his hair in an almost comforting manner. "Shhhh, shhhhh. It's okay," Voice chimed out before suddenly sitting up-right and retracting her arms to slam her hands on the bar-top. "Nate, oh, ohhhh, I have something~ You'll be happy," Excitement flooded her words, over-baring any other emotion as it raced out of her mouth making her words border-line incoherent.
Reaching behind her neck to grasp the tiny blazing egg, Skye clumsily raised it up and out in front of her, baring it so Nate could see. The egg was worshiped by the girl, having it displayed much like that baboon held Simba for the pride. "Nate..Nate shushh. Shhh. You see this magical thing. Right here, right there. That's an egg. It has a thing in it, a random thing, and one day, you'll be it's daddy. So you can smile a little bit?" Despite the content and weight of what she said, the tainted-eyed girl was genuine and it reflected in her stance as she offered Nate to touch the egg, angling it towards him. "It's really fragile, so you can't hold it because you've been drinking too much, i'm fine though so i'm gonna carry it," Oh the irony, especially since her hands shook with trying to hold it straight, so it was best that Skye set it on the counter.
"No, I want two hundred more, this is blasphemy, I don't want, I DEMAND more than two! I want it all, it's all mine!" Hissing out in anger, Skyler turned an accusing glare to Nathaniel and stuck out a hand to pet 'Angelo' again. "Only Angelo understand me, she wants more too," His question flew in one ear and out the other as her irises narrowed in frustration at only getting 'two', the nerve! "I dare you to climb the largest pole on this boat, to make this up to me." Oh, there we go, the game has begun.[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #C0C0C0;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/21297ph.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/eggsprite.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ Posts 2/15 █
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 20, 2012 22:29:31 GMT -5
[STYLE= background: #303030; height: 205px; width: 205px; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: -12em; margin-left: 52pt; border: 5px solid #111111; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px;] [/style][STYLE= font-weight: bolder; font-size: 28pt; font-family: garamond; margin-left: 225pt; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: -1px -1px white, 0.7px 0.7px #333; border-bottom: 5px solid #303030; width: 200px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: 30px; color: #ffffff; line-height: 24px;]My face, will be the last thing that you see[/style] [cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #303030; border: 5px solid #303030; border-radius: 10px, bTable]
| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The cold air was relentless in its attempts at strangling any kind of warmth present in the atmosphere, and Nathaniel, sat at that bar kept his body as scrunched as possible, conserving his body heat whilst stealing it from his sleeping Shinx at the same time. The little guy was like his very own heater. The cold atmoshpere however bore its fangs in the air only, and even the cold aura which had always shot back and forth between Nate and Skye seemed to be none existent today, instead there was a much friendlier vibe, almost affectionate in its presence. As she rested her head upon his hair, he sat, almost content with the act. A mere smirk crossed over his face like a wave in the water, a single syllable laugh gracing the ears. The drink was certainly an acquired taste, not one that even the likes of Nathaniel had. It was more like he just knew how to put up with it.
He felt the pressure against his back as Skye climbed upon it, peering down at the baby Shinx sleeping securely inside his jacket. He passed the creature a short stroke across its head with his hand, a rare sign of affection, even towards his most loved Pokemon, yet it showed that deep down he did happen to care about something. He didn't like to think of relationships of any kind. They were such a complex thought to him, the people and things that you grew attached to being there one moment, gone the next, and even if you didn't want to grow close to something, spend enough time around them and it happened out of force, a natural human habit. It was the same with him and his Pokémon. He didn't want attachments to any of them, but it wasn't something to be helped. His mind passed back to reality as Skye spoke once more, spurting out what he could only see as complete nonsense about his Shinx. He raised an eyebrow, which could not be seen by the girl due to her being behind him.
"His name is Larxcen, not Angelo...and he's a boy, would you like me to prove it to you?" He asked her, none serious of course. There were ways of checking his gender, obviously, and it had been done a long time ago by Nathaniel's brother, Larxcen's original owner. He probably intended to breed the damn thing, whoring the Pokémon out. With Nathaniel though, such dreams of happiness had probably been replaced with a lifetime of fighting and injury. Unlucky for him, having a life of luxury and woman raped from him like that, if he knew, he'd probably hate Nate forever.
That subject of hate lingered strongly in his mind, as his attention once again returned to the femme who had accompanied him in becoming his drinking partner for the night. A cold hand grasped around an icey glass, tilting the dark liquid down his throat before instantly refilling it. He blinked, shaking the strong and growing effects of the drink off, his eyes turned to look at the girl, only to meet hers in a locked gaze. She turned away, scolding him for looking at her at the same time, and like a child, he turned his head in the opposite direction. A "Hmph," passed from his mouth as his eyes diverted in the opposite direction of the girl, almost pouting in annoyance at what had happened. The cold air against his face was probably the only thing to keep him from blushing slightly, yet his cheeks were already a reddened pink. His gaze remained diverted, until he felt a hand grasp on his hand, before running its way up until finally it reached his hair, transforming into a gentle stroke of his locks as she shushed him like a small child. A hand raised up, gently and almost playfully slapping the hand away, eyes rolling in annoyance. "How much did you have to drink? You're acting weird..." He stated. Honestly, he would have poked further into the matter, but like an excited little bunny, Skye hopped into life and before he knew it, an egg had emerged and had been thrust towards his face, causing him to flinch backwards and blink at the sight.
Nathaniel could only stare, not at the egg, which he did in fact give a glance over, but not. His attention was solely on the red eyed girl, whom he knew for the cold attitude which she always threw at him. Perhaps that was something that he had initiated originally, but seeing her this friendly threw him off guard a little bit. He couldn't help but stare, it was obvious by her lack of bodily control, the girl was trashed. Regardless of mental states though, she deserved a medal, shoving the egg in his face and telling him that he would be the father of it caused him to smile a little bit, like a dork at that. He found the prospect quite hilarious. Him, raising a baby? It wouldn't end well, not at all.
"Okay okay, I'll be the things father, just put it away before you hurt the little guy," he told her guiding it gently down with the palm of his hands whilst not physically touching it so it wouldn't be dropped, but could be caught if it were to be. He smirked to himself at the idea that he was more drunk than her. He was getting there, completely, but drunk? Not even close to it, not yet anyway. He grasped his drink instantly as it came, downing the content of it immediately, he gritted his teeth, almost in pain as he winced at the taste. He set the glass down with a slam, turning his head with squinting eyes at the girl as she reverting into a child like state of tantruming.
"Skye, there's a whole damn bottle, drink as much as you want, just stop whining," he told her, almost as if adopting a parental dominance over her. Yet, it soon washed away as the dare was given to him. Climb to the top of the ships mast? It wasn't such a hard task, he was a pretty good climber after all. He poured himself one more drink, then downed the content as if in means of psyching himself up for the task at hand. Gentle hands grasped underneath Larxcen's fore arms. He passed the Shinx over, plopping him down on the girls lap. The Shinx nuzzled the air as his sleep was disturbed, yet feel swiftly back into peaceful slumber soon after. He stood up.
"Not that I need to make anything up to you, but okay, I'll climb the mast and walk all the way across it, but if I do it, you have to be my slave until we leave the ship, and you have to do anything I ask you to do as your master, I'll even let you have 'Angelo' whilst I do it," he told her, not even waiting for an agreement, he merely wandered off towards mast, and began to climb it.
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Post by WOLFBANE. on Feb 24, 2012 20:04:38 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #D0D0D0;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █The sleeping cub currently held all of Skyler's attention, her eyes keen on observing every rise and fall of Nate's attire to adjust her own breathing to that of the shinx. Larxcen exhaled, Skye exhaled soon after, he inhaled, she followed suit within a seconds notice, because of this her own breathing rhythm seemed jagged and cut short a few times due to her larger diaphragm. Nate's words broke the simple copy-cat game, earning a slight huff from Skye as a frustrated sound escaped from her being, arms moving to tighten around his collar-bone as she reverted back to standing behind him. "No, her name is Angelo, didn't you hear me a few seconds ago? I named her, don't try and confuse me it's not going to work, silly," Hissing out with mock malice, a hand rose to tug lightly at the ends of Nathaniel's hair, jokingly scolding him with the quick sharp pulls, though such an act was short-lived as his words settled and became more defined in her mind. "Wait," Swiftly moving to gaze at him with a bewildered glare, Skye's irises narrowed in disbelief. "You can't just expose your pokemons private area to me, that's a very bad thing, very bad. People like you get locked up, so shhh, don't just say that to just anybody. You are lucky I like you a little bit so I won't tell," Oh, how Skye was sincerely concerned for the brute's 'company' dealing with bestiality, but you had to admit, Nate's little comment did blur the line between sketchy and relatively joking.
As Skye propped herself up on the stool in order to get a better angle of Nate, it seemed natural to just try and grasp the concept of his frame, every inch and curve that defined his features. Each differing ebony strand of hair that wisped down a bit too far and brushed the peak of his shoulders in his hunched position. Was it out of place that she almost felt the need to graze a hand across his jaw-line? Yes, maybe so, but that was the drinks coming into effect, playing part in the gamble between two star-crossed companions, even after tonight such a friendship would simply become self-destructive. "Tsk, don't hmph me," Grumbled under her breath, the crimson eyed femme regained some of her normal composure as she battled against the numbing sensation, fruitless struggles no less, but they were jump-started by his own actions, making herself feel slightly uncomfortable as she adverted her line of sight in the opposite direction as well with a simple roll of her head. The chill of the bar-top made it easy to cool her skin, though her already flushed facial features tinted darker at the previous event, a sense of a momentary timid nature peaking through the hardened exterior.
Yet, when Nate's own words about his own personal happiness tainted the atmosphere with a more serious aura, Skye couldn't help but attempt to comfort such a saddened brute. Even if he was fine with his own pitiful solitude, it wasn't something she felt the need to just shrug and forget, it nagged at her mind that he was at ease with that fact, seemingly accepting it. And accepting such a thing was not okay, it wasn't normal, it was just sad that someone had been broken enough to find that the norm for their lifes. So, by easing a comforting touch along his structure to his hair, Skye felt a flinch as her hand was swatted to the side, earning a sharp and sudden gaze. "I'm trying to comfort you, let me do it," And just like that she found herself grabbing his wrist tenderly with her hand to have it at bay as her other arm rose to pet at his raven-locks once more. "I drank a lot, but in small amounts so it doesn't count," Contradicting at best. "I'm not acting weird, i'm trying to let you know that it's okay, because you don't really have anybody to do that for you, so i'll try and comfort you just this once, but only because you're my favorite," Becoming softer as she neared the end of what she stated, Skye felt her face scrunch up in slight discomfort at what she said, though she wasn't sure whether or not it was because she felt awkward or over-all uncomfortable with the topic. It wasn't like she was lying, but the way the words decided to take shape seemed rather blunt in a sense, maybe she used a stronger sense of what she actually meant, oh well, the egg was calling her name now.
The tiny little oval remained in her tight grasp, radiating enough heat to warm up the outside air circulating the egg. Light from the bar pressed and huddled around the eggu, and if one would look close the outline of a little pokemon could be seen breathing inside, though the shape and species were certainly still unclear. "You smiled like this," An idiotic smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she mimicked Nate's own display of content, before settling back down to the carefree expression she expressed to the world. "You looked like a dork, that's a dangerous mix with a pokemon lover, it makes you look innocent," Whispering out the insinuated part, Skye found herself laughing in a chime-like state at her words, steadily setting the egg down on the counter with the guidance of Nate's hands. "This is our baby, and you have to promise you'll be there when it hatches, or else i'll have to rethink my decision to make you the dad, we can't have a slacker looking after young Frederick," Giving the egg a name, Skye nodded to herself in a self-righteous manner, she'd definitely boot Nate from the father position if he was going to slack off.
"I'm not whining, i'm demanding," Snarling out in irritation, her mood took a turn for the worst, like a sleeping bear being prodded while nestling in a cave for it's winter rest, the sudden fury boiling like the hells hatred for it's angelic counter-parts, and just like that, it extinguished. "I don't want it, it's disgusting like you," Saying with an matter-of-fact demeanor, the girl scoffed while turning her head to the two 'disgusting' beings, yet as Nate continued downing the beverage, she found herself wanting to do it too, herd mentality. For every time Nate let the liquid taint his nerves with it's prickling sensation, Skye did it as well, wincing in irritation at the sudden urge to cough her throat back alive. "You're a fish, a drinking fish, glub glub~" Singing to the boy in a sing-song voice, her mind related Nate's drinking to that of an aquatic creature. Though, a look of surprise bared witness on her face as the shinx was placed on her lap, "Angelo," Breathing out in a mere whisper, Skylark managed to carefully stroke the cub, ignoring Nate for the time being as she picked up the shinx with one hand, using her arm to bridal the tiny animal, while stretching the collar of her shirt out as far as it could go to shove Larxcen in her attire much like Nate had done. "I'm probably more comfy than him, Angelo, I have a chest so it's like a bed," Cooing out in explanation to the feline, Skye completely seemed to have a void in her mind for Nate being there.
Then he stood, regaining his presence. "Climb the mast and walk the length of the ship, exercise," Hesitating to take into consideration his end of the deal, the girl nodding in silent agreement. "Woof, what do you want me to do Master?" Inquiring in curiosity, Skye gasped in shock as Nate went off to climb it, moving to her feet to shuffle behind him, staring down at the shinx all the while.[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #C0C0C0;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/21297ph.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/eggsprite.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ Posts 3/10 █
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 27, 2012 0:08:35 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The dark coloured liquid that sat before him had become all that the gloomy boy could focus on, with each sip of the toxic drink, the process became less of a process of content to an automatic cycle, drink, refill, then repeat process, it was relentless, and with each finger measurement of the drug, he found his senses dimming around him. The fog, the cold, everything became a secondary matter, Skye included. As she sat there, her presence had become more that of a motion sensor light, only flicking on in his attention when she made her presence known. He merely blinked at the decision that his pokemon had now been renamed and given a gender change, but he wasn't going to argue, it seemed like an impossible task to try and make her change her ways, and he wasn't going to waste time trying to argue. "Fine, her name is Angelo," he admitted in defeat. He let out a light sigh, falling quiet as he was accused of being some kind of pokemon sex offender, he wasn't entirely sure how to react to such a thing, even if his comment had been sketchy to begin with.
As his senses diminished further, the continueous tugging and stroking of his hair only worked in partnership with the effect of the alcohol, comforting his mind and body equally Mixed with the lighter and friendlier tone of her words, Nathaniel found himself slowly relaxing, muscles loosening to the point where his tense hunch over the bar had retracted into a laid back slouch on the stool. Those signs of affection continued, and the words which were retorted in response to him trying to stop such acts caught him in a web of sorts, almost rubbing him the wrong way, yet he caught himself before allowing his emotions to flare. Regardless of intentions, Nathaniel wasn't one to crave the attention of others.
"You don't need to take pity on me, I do just fine by myself you know," he told her, replacing that iron wall barrier to himself once again. Such words were only a spectre of his ego, a mere ploy to keep the defense and image of his pride up. He didn't want anybody thinking he was weak, especially not her. That minor irratation was soon replaced, as his mood seemed to ebb and flow as easily as the ocean against the beaches grainy shore, watching her with brighter, attentive eyes, he smirked to himself as she re-enacted his dork like smile, shaking his head whiilst throwing out a light, scoff like chuckle, the glass pausing before his lips as he did so, yet resuming its journey as soon as he stopped, he drank once more, then turned his attention to the egg.
"I'll be there, I'm a pretty reliable guy you know. Our child better not turn out to be something ugly though, or I'm not going to show it any love!" He told her, in a child like "Matter-o-factly," sort of way. That brief moment of peace between the two however seemed to shatter, as Skye's normal temperament for him made an appearance. He took the insult, yet chose to see it as nothing more than a playful attack, he hardly cared eitherway. Instead he focused on the sing song like observsation of his drinking. He wasn't going to deny it, even if her drinking threw her into the same school of fish.
The boy finally stood up, turning to the girl one last time in response to her telling his Shinx that she made a better bed. "Don't you let him get comfy in there, if he starts hating me because I don't have boobs then I'm blaming you!" He told her, then stumbled off towards the mast, her following closely behind. He placed his hand on the wooden beam, lifting himself onto the first step of the flimsy rope ladder which lead up to the top of the mast. "My first task for you slave, is that you're going to be my horse, just like a Ponyta and you'll carry me wherever I want to go!" He told her with an almost sadistic grin, then turned to climb to the top of the mast.
Reaching the top of the mast, the boy pulled himself up, crouching like spider man with his palms firmly planted between his legs on the horizontal beam of the mast. The wind was much stronger, and the fog much thicker than down on the deck, and looking down, he could barely even see Skye stood down there, watching him, and it was probably for the best too, since his actions had gathered a small crowd by now. He blinked, wobbling gently left and right from the effects of the drink, drunk in body, yet sober enough in mind to question exactly what the fuck he was doing. Slowly, and focused, his body began to rise, wobbling legs only stabbing at his nerves. "Alright Nate, don't fall..." He told himself, trying his hardest to keep his own confidence up. He moved forward, his stance closely resembling a mobile scarecrow as his arms widened out beside him, placing one foot in front of the other. He moved in baby steps, ensuring each foot was firmly on the beam before continuing. Maybe it was a lot easier than he thought, but Nate was apparently a natural at balance walking, even when drunk. "Maybe I'll join the ciircus, hah..." He said to himself nervously, as he wobbled on one leg momentarily. He let out a "Woah," flailing his arms in panic before regaining his posture and continuing to the otherside. Easily done~
Hands grasped around the rope netting which ran from the side of the ship up to the top of the mast, and Nate monkeyed his way back down to deck level, hopping back down onto the safety of the sturdy wood. Ignoring Skye, he moved almost with a skip back to the bar, picking up the bottle of whiskey and drinking it straight from the container. He lowered it, pointing it at Skye in an accusing manner.
"You! Slave girl~ Be my horsey and gallop me around the deck~! But don't let my royal feet touch this filthy floor otherwise I'll make you crawl around and bark like a dog! Now giddy up!" He roared at her excitedly, perhaps finally feeling the full effects of the potent drink. He stumbled towards her, bottle in hand like a drunk hobo chasing a giant burger. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and without so much as a confirmation, hopped up onto the girls back. "Nya~! Mush, go horsey go~!" He shouted pointing the bottle wielding arm up into the air in a nazi like salute.
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Post by WOLFBANE. on Feb 27, 2012 3:15:37 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #D0D0D0;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █A faint cloud of mist seemed to hinder her ability to sense anything around her, the personal fog numbing her senses to the point of almost no recognition. Sight was a foreign word, one which differed rarely between levels of purity, things that would once become clear and defined had her pupils dilating and narrowing in attempts to rid the blur from her vision. Sound merely forgot to register in her mind, thus remaining unchecked as it flowed through one ear and out the other. As a whole the steady progression into her own dream state neared closer as the tainted liquid leaked into her body and polluted any nerve it came into contact with. Such chemical reactions earning a rather off-beat personality switch from Skyler, urging her away from her usual cold and silver-tongued demeanor. Instead she possessed a much more easy-going and extroverted composure, with introvert tendencies when the situation called forth such a reaction. So, when the ebony-haired girl attempted to take into consideration the burden Nathaniel may have been struggling to carry on his shoulders, only to be responded with an equally negative remark on his part, it was obvious she'd revert back to sly offenses towards the opposing party.
"If you're going to be an ass and play a macho facade, don't do it while you are currently drowning yourself in alcohol, stupid. Also, pity would insinuate that I feel sorry for you, I was just trying to help," Snarling out through clenched teeth, Skye felt her eyes sharpen as the shade of crimson darkened with her mood, once again having been buffeted by Nate's choice in replies to her rare momentary kindness. And if someone was struck time and time again by the same reoccurring contemptuous regard, they'd soon find themselves straining back against the ill-temper they felt until it picked up into a twister of pent-up irritation. It wasn't like the raven brute said a lot, it was just the once or twice he shut out her charitable attention, he did it in such a mannerism that it immediately made Skylark feel a rushed sense of resistance.
Such a hurricane roared inside of the barrier of her skin, desperately thrashing against the physical wall of her being and exerting it's power by having swelled up that moment before, than slowly reverting back to a gentle breeze that merely eased out as a calm aura that grazed her skin, almost in a petting manner to praise Skye back into a relaxed demeanor. Letting out a sigh in frustration, the femme held onto her egg, distracting her thought process away from Nate for a moment as he allowed a chuckle to depart from his lips, though she ignored it and felt her face scrunch up in distress at the fact he had scolded her. It wasn't like normal when her guard was put up to withstand such verbal daggers, but now even the slightly of nitpicks towards genuine concern prodded at her self-conscious, making a mental note to avoid such sincerity towards him in the future.
Bringing up the egg she was playing with though caught her off-guard and gave Skye enough of a push to resume the playful attitude, as if nothing had occurred. "How can you be reliable if you just told me you'd disown our child if it was ugly, contradicting turkey! You must love this child like it was gorgeous," Exclaiming in mock horror at the idea of him throwing away the baby. "I'd make you pay lots of child support," Ah, good ol' child support, the single most emotionally destroying thing for a male, so horrific that it was ingenious.
Nuzzling the shinx's scruff with her jaw-line as she had let it rest in her shirt, a single scowl towards Nate presented her dis-concern with his worry. "You just drink lots of milk, like a camel, than and only than, will you be blessed with a chest, you poor flat-chested monster," Said as if she truly believed her own words, a light gasp sounded as her drinking companion managed to stumble away towards the destination of current desire. Following closely by Skye as she wanted to see him attempt her dare. "Be careful, if you fall and die than I can't be the ponyta, Master," Calling out, Skye let her body sway back until she stumbled back and plopped down on the ground, staring up at Nate as he made his way steadily across the high-beams before coming back down. Her structure remained silent as he neglected her, just staring at him with unblinking eyes until addressed. "Neigh," Oh, now she believed that she was a horse, brilliant. The girl rose back to become bi-pedaled, hunching her back as Nate took no time to boost himself up and on it. "Neighhh~" Slumping down to the ground, Skye bolted forward, hoping with every step to mimic a horse canter as she moved her arms like legs running as well.
That was until she lost her footing due to the sudden weight of Nate pressuring her frame downwards, causing the girl to begin to stumble before falling over, frantically pushing her arms out to catch herself before giving out due to the added weight of Nate crashing down on her as well. Earning a light yelp from her lips as she let herself roll to the side to avoid crushing Angelo too much. "ANGELO, YOU CRUSHED HIM, MASTER!" Screeching out in horror, Skye panicked while straining back against Nate, trying to squirm back enough to give Larxcen room to retreat, practically grabbing and sliding him across the boat-floor to give him space. "Oh no you touched the floor," Thus, she forgot about the poor creature, suddenly remembering the other part of the command he had given. Dragging her body along the wooden ground, Skye remained on all fours, "Woof woof,". Oh the fun.[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #C0C0C0;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/21297ph.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/eggsprite.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ Posts 4/10 █
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 27, 2012 13:33:38 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]Despite the effects of the alcohol in his system, Nathaniel was still coherant enough in mind to take in what his drinking partner said. Acting macho whilst drowning himself in alcohol probably was quite a contradictory act, wasn't it? That much he realised for himself, even if he chose to ignore it, that was the truth at the end of it. Some small ember within him urged him to argue with it, but his current relaxed attitude stopped him from doing so, instead he passed a simple grin, staring down at the bar counter. He should probably have thanked her, told her he appreciated the concern, something like that. In truth, he honestly did, and he would likely find some way of returning the favour sometime, but for now, he chose simply to ignore the entire thing, not wanting to feed the growing flame with any stupid comments which he would accidentally end up turning into fuel to the fire.
His focus shifted once more to the egg as it became the target of their discussion. His hand raised up, extending to poke the shell of the warm oval with his index finger, gently so not to disturb or move the sleeping creature inside it. Loving something unconditionally, even if it was ugly or stupid? He couldn't quite see it, but he supposed it was similar to how he loved his own pokemon, even with the overly noticeable flaws that some of them had, Siren, his Skitty being on the top of his mind. That stupid thing was clingy and territorial over him to no end, yet he could not find himself wanting rid of it. "Fine, I'll love it, flaws and all. Beats paying child support," he stated, bluntly.
The raven haired boy blinked at the comment about becoming a camel, his mental fortitude apparently having slipped to a degree where he took a moment to ponder if such a change to his anatomy was possible from drinking galons of milk. He shuddered at the thought. Then came the other end of the dare, and Nathaniel allowed for all other thoughts and worries to escape as he was galloped around on Skye's back, although rather awkwardly considering his greater height and weight. Still, she made for a pretty convincing Ponyta. As he was carried around, he lifted the neck of the whiskey bottle to his lips allowing the liquid to pour down his throat, bringing him to the point where it was beginning to make him feel physically sick. At that point, he couldn't tell what it was, whether it was the rocking of the boat, the dizziness from the alcohol, but he felt like he was falling, and his vision blurred as he shot to the floor. It was fast, and he found it hard to take note of what had happened, like a theme park ride that span you upside down and blurred your senses.
He was wide eyed, merely staring up at the sky and blinking as the focus returned to him. He lifted himself up slowly, lifting his right hand to reveal a half broken bottle of whiskey. He cupped it in his arms, cradling it like a baby. "Oh no, Angelo, its okay, shhh~!" He told the broken bottle, which he was apparently confusing for his pokemon. He climbed to his feet, and began walking past Skye, who was now acting like a dog, to whom he also ignored. "Its okay Angelo, its okay, I'll sing you a lullaby to make all the pain go away!" He told the bottle. As he walked, paying little attention to the ground, his foot tripped into something soft and furry, his currently KO'd Shinx. It sent him stumbling forward, and his already lack of bodily control caused him to go top heavy, his head arching forward causing him to run faster and faster like a speeding Rhyhorn, right towards the barrier. His hips collided with the wooden frame protecting passengers from falling. His feet flipped up, passing over his head as he performed an odd kind of accidentally forward flip, over the edge of the ship.
~Splash~
He landed in the drink, losing grip of the bottle, he began to flail uncontrollably in a mad panic, trying his best to grab the drifting pokemon replacement. The ice cold water however numbed his limbs, and the ice cold liquid instantly shocked his lungs breatheless.
"S-Slaaave! SKYEE, ANGELO IS DROWNING! SAVE HIMMM, SAVE YOUR MASTER~!" He shouted as best as he could, his head bobbing beneath the surface a few times as he spoke, each time causing him to flop and flail even more in the water.
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Post by WOLFBANE. on Feb 27, 2012 18:00:43 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #D0D0D0;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █The girls body had become rigid, tense in quiet anticipation at the avalanche she had expected to fall down on her, cripple her generosity with the spiteful remarks she was patiently waiting for. Such a fury that would have become accustomed to that of a raging god refused to bare it's ugly head, leaving the naive sinner longing for such a sensation of anger. Oddly, just the fact that Nathaniel didn't say anything at all left a bewildered expression lingering on her face, his lack of acknowledgment at her verbal daggers prodded at the once familiar normality of their past conversations, making Skyler uncomfortable with his sudden silence. Had she upset him, and if so why was he going out of character and restraining himself? When his anger was something she already accepted and came to terms with as their relation to each-other, his attitude now seemed foreign.
So, the egg was the only grasp on reality Skyler currently had in her possession. It was something she could relate too, as the oval shell had been with her during those times of heated anger with Nate, so in an odd way she found ease with simply holding onto it with her hands and staring at the individual polka-dots. This little egg remained unchanged, even in her currently dazed state of mind over-working the events; therefore, the ebony haired femme was able to force her body to relax back from its timid state since she figured Nate wouldn't snap any time soon. Especially since he extended a finger to tap the eggs outer-being, a gasp departing from Skyler's lips as she shoved the baby-pokemon away from his touch. "You'll break it with your bony little cold hands!" Blurting out in dis-concern for Nate's own feelings, her vermilion stare hardened in distress, almost expecting the oval shape of her child to shatter and crumble to nothing in her palms. Yet, the egg was fine of course. "You can love Frederick without touching it," A motherly complex took over her aura, defensively hoarding the shell towards her structure protectively. Not trusting Nate to be docile enough to handle the baby just yet.
Then before Skye even knew what was happening, Nate had mounted her back and she became nothing more than a equestrian stead to do his bidding. The egg had been left un-checked at the bar, in a mess of Skye's bag for comfort. The 'child' not apart of the girls mind anymore as she could only think about pleasing Nate's petty desires for her to accomplish. "No," Hissing out as she witnessed him taking the drink fresh from the bottle, she kept up the canter rhythm before glaring at the boy sharply. "You are supposed to use a glass so I can drink some too! I can't drink from that now you polluted it, selfish! Now i'm going to have to use your mouth as a glass instead so I don't catch anyth--" Oh, there was that stumble and fall, right before she could finish her complaint at his unthoughtful nature.
The rush to the ground seemed to slow down in her mind, dragging it out until she could feel the sudden hard floor beneath her face without blinking. A huff of breath jaggedly escaped from her lungs, fists kneading at the wood so that she could strain her body in order to inhale again. "Angelo," Calling out towards the shinx she had previously slid across the deck, the girl had barked a few times before finding herself dragging her body towards the seemingly lifeless frame of the cub. "Angelo, it was Nate's fault, he's fat," Cooing out, Skye could only watch in horror as Nate proceeded to kick the shinx further away from her as he tripped over it, curb-stomping the poor creature. "YOU KILLED HIM, YOU MURDERER!" Exclaimed in a screeching manner as Larxcen was abused more by the duo, Skye found herself flailing towards the lion, trying to preform CPR by pressing her hands on his chest, but that was as far as that life-support went. As Nate's words called from below.
Rushing to the side of the boat and staggering in her steps, Skyler could only witness Nate's frame being thrashed about by the violent and merciless waves. Her hands immediately shot to the railing, clenching it tightly as her body froze, staring at the depths of the water and the boys weakening body. "Moo!" Calling out to him, the girl recoiled back from the edge of the boat, obviously retreating from the view and mentally forgetting he was there. Her own phobia of such deep waters kept her from jumping in to join him, and she soon found herself trembling in fear for his well-being, her eyes widening at the thought of him drowning as they teared up and her breath shallowed as she began to panic. Angelo was dying! Reaching down to pick up the shinx and going back to the edge of the boat, Skyler lifted up the shinx above the railing to show Nate, "ANGELO IS DROWNING, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAVE HER!" Tilting the cub around in her grasp, Skye tried to shake the pokemon, to keep him from 'drowning'. "I THINK SHE'S GONNA BE OKAY, I SAVED HER!" Calling out, Skye then proceeded to throw the shinx behind her on the boat, staring at Nate.
Her master was going to die, short-lived royalty, but he commanded her to save him, and she promised to obey. "I'LL TRY SOMETHING!" Physically shaking as her hands gripped the pokeballs on her belt-loops, she let out three pokemon. Her slowpoke Rellik, her shellos Iarc, and her spheal Devi, all water types that could possibly help. "Go get him!" Sternly said, the three water types easily floated in the water.
The slowpoke kicked it's legs, a dumb-founded expression on his face as he swam towards Nate, confidence and devotion evident as he neared the boy, and just before he could grab onto Nate to hoist him up to safety above the water, the slowpoke himself forgot he could swim, spinning in the water while he tried to move through the waves, until the slowpoke was upside down, legs sticking out from the surface of the water as he was still. The body of Rellik turned into stone as it stared forward, thrashing it's legs to try and save itself.
Shellos and Spheal merely ignored the slowpoke, since it could breathe under the water if it needed too as long as it remembered to do that, the duo coursing through the liquid until they reached the drowning boy. The spheal simply let out a squeal of courage before diving under the waves and going against Nate's torso, causing his frame to float up as if he were sitting on a pool noodle. The shellos remained at the surface of the water, available for Nate to grab onto.
"Good good!" Skye's voice called out as she found herself once again clenching onto the railings for her own well-being, eyes searching the ship, she saw a life-saver hooked on the guide-rails. Untying it, the girl lowered it down to Nate taking the rope and easing it around her arm to keep it from slipping from her grasp when he grabbed onto it. She waited for whatever was to happen next, the life-saver floating next to Nate. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #C0C0C0;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/21297ph.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/eggsprite.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #282828 solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ Posts 5/10 █
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 27, 2012 19:57:23 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]Oh how funny it was, that such a little thing could be the focus of an entire conversation, a curious little egg with a mystery creature slumbering peacefully inside it, unaware of the chaos outside of its shelled haven. Nathaniel retracted his hand as he was scolded, pouting slightly in a childlike manner, then shifting his expression to a frown as he stared at the egg, blinking with a blank eyes. Frederick..."What kind of name for a pokemon is 'Frederick?' Thats a stupid name. Shouldn't I at least have some kind of say in our childs name?!" He questioned, somewhat playing along with the make shift family game, but also warming into the would be role of father to the egg. The name did of course depend on the pokemon, maybe Frederick would suit, if it happened to be a pokemon that looked like an old man, maybe not. Only time would tell, and that matter was something for the future.
In the present however, Nathaniels current focus was on his Ponyta, as she once more scolded him for drinking straight from the bottle, he found his more playful and smug side escaping from the depths of his guard. "Babe, you can kiss me anytime you want, you don't need to make up reasons to do ittttt~!" He said with a smug grin, which was short lived as the end of his speech became emphasised and elongated due to him falling off of his horse slave, landing heavily on th floor with an umph. He stood up, cradling his bottle and walking with it as he prepared to lullaby it, he noticed the barking Skye crawling towards his downed Shinx. "Thats right, you make sure he's okay, don't worry about your master, you horrible slave! I'm fine by the way, and I'm not fat!" He retorted in an almost tantrum like state at the lack of attention he was receiving. That ended quite quickly as he found himself tripping over his own pokemon and landing in the freezing water.
He blinked at the girl up on the boat. Was it possible for somebody to be so drunk that they mistake a perfectly dry pokemon for a drowning creature? Then again, Nathaniel had just done the same with a glass bottle. "Oh him, I don't care about him! What about my whiskey?!" He shouted at her, clearly with confused priorities for the situation.
Desperate eyes watched as the pokemon were summoned into the water, hope and relief calming his body as the slowpoke made its way towards him. He was saved! The feeling of grief which filled his body then as the slowpoke slowed to a stop, then began to struggle, much like the last fragments of energy to a windup toy fading was undescribable, the sight alone caused the remain energy in his body to fade away, almost ready to give up at the futile effort of the slowpoke. His eyes narrowed, glaring at the useless pokemon with malice filled orbs. He blinked, grabbing onto the pink lump. If it couldn't save him, he'd at least use the stupid thing as a life raft.
"WHAT KIND OF RESCUE EFFORT WAS THAT?! SEND ME A DAMNED POKEMON THAT CAN ACTUALLY SAVE ME!" He screamed in judgement of the slowpoke. If he remembered this tomorrow, there was a very high chance that he'd develop a severe hatred for the pokemon he was clinging to. On the other hand, he might too have found some respect for the other two, as the beach ball like Spheal bobbed against his chest, raising him up like a float. The other one however, that disgusting, horrible, slug like thing. He could only stare at it with a blank, sheepish expression as the creature mimicked it. "You're disgusting, I don't want to touch you." He told the slimey thing, cold heartedly. It let out a whine, its face shifting to what was its version of a sad face. Nathaniel let out a whine of discomfort, then reached up to grab onto the back of the shellos, slowpoke in one arm as it carried him towards the edge of the ship. He grabbed onto the hoop, placing it over his head and underneath his free arm, then waited to be raised up.
The moment his feet hit the safety of the wooden deck, he flopped over onto the floor, water pouring off of him and creating a puddle all around him. Like a fish caught out of water he lay there, gasping for air with his head turned to the side, cheek pressed against the hard floor. He gave himself a moment, then without warning, sparked into life. Jumping to a stand, he noticed Skye, ignoring his pokemon whom had been thrown away like unwanted trash. "Skyeee," he shouted, excitedly, running up to her, he shot his arms around her, his cold damp clothes squishing and squelching agianst her dry form, transferring some of the water onto her. His flattened soaked hair nestled against her cheek as he nuzzled her. "You saved me! You're the best slave ever, I think I lub youuu," he announced, excitedly, his words slurred and filled with the occassional "hic," to signify his drunken state.
His arms released the girl, and he took a step back, his happy face shifting instantly to a more serious one. "Now, you need to be a good slave and dry me off! I don't care how you do it, you can even rub me if you want to, I won't mind, oh, and I want more! Bring me whiskey too!" He demanded, giving her a pat on the head somewhat patronizingly. Sluggishly, he staggered towards a raised step like area by the ships mast, sitting down on it, he outstretched his legs before the wide and open area in front of him. "Hurry up, I'm cold!" The words escaped his lips, filled with authority. The role of master was getting to his head, apparently, but he was too drunk to notice how he was acting. He'd regret it all in the morning, no doubt.
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Post by WOLFBANE. on Feb 28, 2012 12:42:41 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #D0D0D0;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █A silent snarl formed on her lips, tugging them back to display her canine fangs in an defensive manner at Nathaniel's words, along with the childish facade he presented at her previous scolding. Further pulling the egg away from the boy and towards herself, Skye found herself stroking the oval shell soothingly, as if peacefully bringing support to the 'child'. "Don't make fun of our baby when its right here, you'll make it cry. And Frederick is a beautiful name, i'd name it Nathaniel Junior but that's hideous," Her manner of expressing the statement contrasted deeply with the choice of words, voice having been cooed out in a sweet-nothings tone while nuzzling the hard-egg, despite the fact she displayed the dislike of Nathaniel's name out-loud, even though in reality his calling was rather nice, a bit old fashioned but nice all the same.
A simple time skip showed that no hard feelings came from the past conversation, as Nate was held like royalty in the air by Skye's smaller structure. Her speed really depended on how far Nate leaned forward due to gravity, but she found her steps slow a bit as she scoffed in dissatisfaction. The desperate desire to reply to his words thrashed wildly in her mind, wracking her brain for a response that would be equal in playful intent, yet sly enough to not go too much out of character due to the intoxication. Such efforts from her mind were other-wise fruitless though, as the tripping sent her to the ground and further deepened her comatose like state when it involved her venomous demeanor. The second the wooden floor pressed against her flank, Skye found herself gazing at Nate with narrowed optics, trying to express her reluctance at becoming that dominant in a situation. "It's not a kiss, it's using your mouth as a glass, it's different! Don't get your hopes up for something that'll never happen, i'll never kiss you willingly, so I don't have to make up reasons!" Exclaiming frantically to explain her intentions, and disprove his own words, the girl turned away from Nate and towards Larxcen to leave the conversation.
The response she received from her actions of ignorance towards the brute only earned a wave of the hand to dismiss his tantrum like behavior. "You just keep telling yourself that, chunky!" Hissing out behind her, her moment of bliss was disrupted by the twister called Nathaniel, as he tore past her and punted shinx away, while managing to flip himself off the boat. It would have been a lie to say that Skye didn't take into consideration the option of just heading back to her room, acting as if he wasn't actually though, but she opted that out quickly as she found herself staring down at him from the higher ground. Then when she displayed his perfectly 'fine' pre-starter, the cub was neglected from a case of dis-concern, urging Skye to throw the pokemon away from lack of popularity. "The whiskey is gone!"
"Don't drown Rellik! He can't swim anymore! He's only simple!" Screaming down from the railing, Skye felt herself snarl in fear of her slowpoke as Nate openly grabbed it while it's head was under the water. "You're gonna kill him!" The sincerity of her concern caused the girl's crimson irises to narrow down forcefully to clarify the scene she was witnesses, trying to see if her little pink blob needed his 'mommy's' help. The complex only hardened at Nate's words. "I AM TRYING TO HELP, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT FLEW OFF THE BOAT LIKE A BIRDIE," And then Spheal and Shellos did their thing, aiding the ship-wrecked brute doing what they did best, just being themselves. They could float regardless, so as long as Nate kept a tight hold on the two, he'd be fine.
Devilyn merely held her breath under the tides, remaining still so that her beach-ball like frame could float under Nate, and while the shellos waited gallantly to help as well with as much pride as it could posses, Nate's words verbally struck the slug, encouraging it to sib hard, trembling in silent sobs, that was until Nate grabbed a hold of it. Iarc merely made content noises, staying a-float as Skye leaned back letting herself fall back at an angle so that she could pull Nate up, scuffing her shoes along the wooden planks of the boat to tug the boy back to safety, before letting herself fall back when the tension let up. "Hmph, you oweee meeh, bigtimes" Slurring out in self-praise, Skye crawled over to the edge of the boat, returning her pokemon to their pokeballs and putting them away.
The sound of her name being called out earned a blink and a turn of the head as the girl regained her standing position. "Hm?" Making a questioning sound, the girl felt her pupils widen in shock as Nate's structure bolted towards her, encouraging a like squeal to escape her lips as his soaked clothing transferred the access water into her own attire. A shudder coursed through her body at the sudden chill, body arching away from his hold a bit as his arms wrapped around her in a hug, the cool sensation that her newly damp clothing presented urged her to squirm in discomfort. "Nate, Nateeee, you're making me wet," Whining in complaint as she remained tense, craning her head to the side to avoid his hair against her cheek. "You're freezing," Hissing jokingly, a sigh departed before she eased into the embrace, linking her arms around his torso and ducking her head on his shoulder, she leaned against his hair despite the irritation the water brought with it. "Thats okay, but I want that on paperr, you'll deny it, deny deny deny," Mumbling out against his frame, Skye casually retreated as he loosened and broke the friendly contact.
"Okay Master, whatever you want," Chiming in content at the orders he demanded, Skye found herself sprinting to the bar, staring at the bartender with bright eyes. "More whiskey, add it to my friends tab," And just like that she obtained the bottle, and found herself jolting back to Nate's side, setting the alcohol on the higher level to Nate's flank. "Dry you off? You need to strip down a bit," Said with a curious hue, Skye moved to push the jacket down off his shoulders, pulling it down his arms and sliding it across the ground to rid it's presence for now, undressing Nate like one would a child. "Good job," Playfully praising the boy, Skyler tugged lightly at the hem of his shirt, a moment of silent question as to wait for a reaction to see if he was fine with it before raising the material up and over his head, tossing it with the jacket. " Okay, so now to dry," Whispering to herself and thinking, she barely paid any attention to Nate's frame as she released a charmander from its ball. "Kryptic, your tail~" And just like that the little lizard turned around and let its flame-struck tail linger around Nate's body, immediately burning up the water droplets.
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