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Post by Yvon on Oct 22, 2012 7:30:31 GMT -5
Silva couldn't well explain why the ghetto's called to him. He loved the bright lights and clean streets. But they were also fake. Clearly plastic covers hiding dark desires. It was here, in the lowest of places, that such folly was not hidden. It was shown and carried proudly. Having shed his fashionable clothes over the last year, Silva now walked in simple, faded jeans and comfortable clothes. But even now, without the layers of make-up and fake jewelry, there was something regal about him. Silva's long blonde hair was messily tied into a bun, swaying from side to side as he walked. As often as not, people still mistook him for a girl. He rarely took the time to inform them otherwise.
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Post by JUNK on Oct 25, 2012 12:57:08 GMT -5
Jack felt nostalgic as he walked through the ghettos. It reminded him of his hometown when he was living on the streets. Every day was hell, having to survive the frequent assaults from the local gangs or enduring the hunger that tortured him. Even in his weakened and starved state, Jack managed to stay alive and take on anything life threw at him. "I'm happy I left Saffron."
Jack was snapped out of his thoughts by an odd figure walking in front of him. He thought the person was a girl at first, but when he increased his pace and got next to them, he realized it was a boy. "Oh, excuse me. I thought you were a girl. I almost told you to be careful with the gangs around these parts." Jack shrugged and slowed down, walking in a casual manner once again.
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Post by Yvon on Oct 31, 2012 3:58:42 GMT -5
Silva was humming quietly to himself, jumping lightly as the other walked next to him. He stopped and glanced curiously at the other with large blue eyes. He giggled as the other apoligized. "Well, even one as me should be wary of gangs." He replied, slowing down to match Jack's step. "Thank you though." He added with a smile.
Falling quiet a moment, Silva examined the other. He had to look up to meet the other's eyes. There was a lot of history and pain in Jack's eyes. Silva made a mental note of it, but didn't bring it up. He spotted the other's pokeballs. "You're a pokemon trainer?" He inquired kindly.
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Post by JUNK on Nov 6, 2012 12:43:03 GMT -5
Jack has already forgotten about the feminine man by the time shehe approached him. "You shouldn't bother strangers, you know. They might pull out a knife and sink it into your stomach. Trust me, that doesn't feel nice." Jack rubbed the area around his stomach. If he pulled up his T-shirt, numerous scars would be revealed, most of them left by knives. They were the ugly reminders of his terrible past.
He didn't want to talk anymore, but the other guy seemed oblivious to the annoyed glare Jack was giving him and struck up another conversation with him. Sighing, Jack stopped in his tracks and leaned against a cold wall of an abandoned store. If this strange person didn't want to leave him alone, he guessed he could entertain him for a while.
"No, I am not a trainer. I am carrying pokeballs with myself just for fun. I mean, they are so cool, aren't they?" Jack was being sarcastic, though he was afraid his new 'acquaintance' might take him seriously.
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