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Post by Dynaon on Jul 1, 2012 16:25:30 GMT -5
Dynaon's fear was slowly settling in as the mist began to fade into the route he walked upon. It was too eerie of a situation for him to understand, too scary for him to bear for much longer. His fear was almost overwhelming him; he wanted to turn back, but there was no way he was going to find his way back to the route he was on before this little detour.
Meanwhile, Celestia was merely sitting upon Dynaon's soldier, trying to keep her non-caring exterior up for her trainer's comfort. Yet, she found her cheek touching against his in a protective way, but Celestia would never admit to herself that she was actually scared of this place too. She always put her trainer's welfare first, trying to see what was the best for him. If he was going to lead the way to wherever they were going, she was going to follow him no matter what. She quickly grabbed onto his shirt when his body stumbled forward.
Dynaon accidentally tripped upon a small rock, but he managed to get back onto his feet before his body fell down entirely. Looking back, he read aloud what was engraved on the rock he stumbled upon "Robert Stingman... 1976-2011?!" Dynaon just now realized that he was in a cemetery. His fear of the Pokemon known as Gastly was slowly rising, which caused him to pet his little Celestia on the head. It may have looked like a way to comfort his Pokemon, but he really needed a friend through this.
Celestia snuggled against her trainer's hand, feeling great comfort from the gesture. But now she had to wonder... What was to come of this visit to a cemetery?
Celestia [Ralts]Level 4 Attacks: Growl || Icy Wind Overprotective of Dynaon, Intelligent, ImmatureAfraid... But will be brave for Dynaon!
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 1, 2012 17:08:17 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 cycle of life and death was a funny one. Most people lived their lived in fear of the inevitable end, when their bodies began to rot and decay until their mortal coils could no longer physically tolerate the soul that lay inside it. It was a funny thing, that from the moment of creation, the only absolute fact in the existence of the entire universe was that oblivion would one day consume the life that had just been conceived. The people who accepted death, for whatever reasons were rare, too fed up, or too weak to continue living. For others however, they feared it with all their hearts, allowing that fear to take away from their lives, their actions and their personality in the process. Even those who's lives were so miserable that the only solace available to them was the peace found in deaths cold embrace, and yet they still welcomed the harshness of life.
Nathaniel did not understand them, the pathetic beings who clung to their pitiful, insignificant lives, aiming to fulfill their goals, however pointless they may have been. Yet he too, like them, feared death all the same, even if his actions may have said otherwise, he did not want to die. He had lost the lives of those close to him before, and that event had changed him to his very core. Gone was the friendly, energetic boy, laughing in the fields, to what he was now, a miserable, old, malicious being, content only in the misery of others, and as he stood in that graveyard, before the gravestones of his family, he resented none of what had happened to him, for it had opened his eyes to the truth.
The lunar glow shot its silver strands of light to the grounds of the cemetery, barely illuminating any of the many pathways within it. The odd spirit Pokémon popped up here and there on occasion, then vanished just as quickly. Nathaniel stood there, in the silence and darkness of the night, the hood of his black jacket over his head, a bottle of whiskey in his hands, he stood unfazed by the eeriness of the location, an egg sitting warmly in his pack off to the side. Turning his gaze only slightly at the disruption that the newcomer brought with him. His azure hues scanned the boy, noticing his nervous disposition. "If you can't keep yourself from pissing your pants, I suggest you leave now," he told the boy, mildly irked by his presence.
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[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase;]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.[/style] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width: 220px; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; border-top: 10px solid #333333; border-bottom: 10px solid #333333;][style=background-color: cccccc; padding: 3px; float: left;][/style][style=margin-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Unhatched Absol Egg[/style][style=font-family: terminal; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 344a55; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]Unhatched[/style][style=font-family: georgia; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Hypnotist Award[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; line-height: 75%; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]1/15 Posts[/style] [style=margin-top: 25px; background-color: cecece; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 4px; color: 010101;][/style] |
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Post by ESTER on Jul 1, 2012 18:09:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]Cress' favourite place in the entire world, cemeteries. The sky was dark, the mist was thick, and the trees blocked off most of the rays from the moonlight. Eerie and spooky, souls of the dead rested her along with the occasional ghost pokémon. Personally Cress wasn't too fond of creepy places, however ever since he and his Gastly ever started traveling together, his fear of anything dark and scary had diminished greatly. Having a happy ghost for a partner could influence you in that way, and thus making even graveyards look as harmless as playgrounds. Ghost pokémon usually lurked in dark places, and they're normally playful and mischievous when it comes to trespassers. But in Cress' sake, traveling with Gastly outside his pokéball kind of served as a notification to other ghost pokémon. So rather than scaring him, Gastly could alert Cress of their presence, making it obvious to him when a ghost was playing pranks on him. But if they did, Gastly usually played along with them, causing Cress to make friends with most ghost pokémon they ever bumped into.
For this night, the cause of them being outside was that Gastly had wanted to check out the nearby cemetery in hopes of finding some of his ghostly friends to play with. Cress was tagging along and wading somewhat unfazed through the mist. He was used to the general idea now, if a hand mysteriously appeared on his shoulder, it was probably a Haunter. And if something made eerie echoes in the distance, it was usually a Gengar getting the kicks from trying to scare travelers. Knowledgeable of all this, Cress was braver than your average Pokémon Trainer.
Upon reaching the main area of the cemetery, the rustling grass and creaking noises never seemed to stop. Feeling excited, Cress wandered on behind his Gastly, whom swirled upside down left and right and about as he played in the foggy night. Stopping to shift his gaze at the beautiful moonlight, he took in the chilly breeze as it stroked his neck gently. It sent a chill throughout his body, as he brushed it off with a zealous smirk. Stopping in their tracks, Gastly heard a voice ahead. Treading lightly, Cress and Gastly could make out two silhouettes in the distance. "What's up Spookz, see something?" Gastly nodded, grinning happily at the discovery of potential playmates. Cress knew how much Gastly loved to scare people, as his ghostly friend suddenly disappeared. "Oh boy, not again..." He sighed, as his lips slowly shaped a playful smirk. He didn't want to admit this, but he enjoyed it. Right before the boy with the Ralts, Gastly reappeared suddenly in all his pride and enthusiasm. GAAAAASTLY!! He spooked, right in the boy's face, with a big grin on his round face, as his energetic demeanor made him seem bigger than usual. The poor boy was probably terrified out of his very soul.
Luckily Cress came running in to the rescue to keep tabs on his Gastly, catching the round poisonous goofball in his hands as he kept him close to himself. "Hey you, you know better than to scare people out of their minds like that!" He exclaimed, his Gastly smiling and laughing happily. If was something he loved more than anything in the world, it was scaring people. Nothing brought him more joy. He was a ghost after all. "I-I'm sorry, Spookz here loves to spook. Eh." Cress said, feeling he should probably apologize. His pun probably falling on deaf ears. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Dynaon on Jul 1, 2012 18:54:43 GMT -5
Dynaon's nerve was beginning to fade as he felt another person's presence within the vicinity. People were another thing that he had a huge problem with. When you thought about the huge impression that the children of Verona City left on him, it was quite difficult to form a social relationship with a human. Sometimes, he'd like to think that Celestia was a human as well, in a Pokemon's body, but then again she might just think that she should be loyal to her trainer and nothing more. Dynaon sighed for a moment before taking another look around the cemetery, his nerve a little relived t the thought of his dear Celestia.
Now, Celestia on the other hand, was on high alert in this kind of mist. You don't know what kind of Pokemon you can encounter in a graveyard, or actually, what kind of spirits would be lurking around. If any sort of creature were to escape from the astral realm and try to attack her trainer, would she be prepared for such a threat? Her guard was high, standing upon his shoulder for any attack that might come their way. And she didn't want to admit it... But she was growing frightened of this place, and wanted to leave now. Suddenly, she felt another presence among them, looking over to the right and pointing a single finger. <"We have company, Dynaon.">
Dynaon heard his Pokemon cry out its name quietly, and watched as she pointed to what seemed to be a veil of mist. Upon squinting his eyes in its general direction, the shadow of a person was slowly beginning to appear. Their gazes met, his large brown eyes of fear meeting his stone cold pupils of pure azure. He held a single bottle, but Dynaon couldn't make out a label, so he wasn't sure what it contained. This man's voice pierced through Dynaon's eardrums, reviving the fear that was held back by Celestia's comfort. "If you can't keep yourself from pissing your pants, I suggest you leave now." [/b] He had such audacity, like he was making a serious command! It took all of Dynaon's strength not to turn back and run away from the situation. He stood up and spoke back. "Excuse me, but who gives you the right to talk to me like that?!" It was always like that with the kids in Verona City, always teasing him about being a bad battler. This guy didn't even see him in action before making an outright judgment, making him even more furious. <"Do you need me to take care of him, friend?"> With those words, that sounded like cries to Dynaon, Celestia hopped off of her trainer's shoulder and hit the ground, one palm to the dirt as she looked up to the new man that seemed so fond of insulting her trainer. She got ready for a Pokemon battle right away, sensing dangerous intentions in sight. Before she could react though, another Pokemon spoke up. Dynaon froze at the sight of purple fog, paired up with a large black sphere that sprang out at him. "GAASSSTLY!" It was a Gastly, the one Pokemon that Dynaon just could not stand. He was always mentally tortured by this Pokemon back in his younger days, living in the slums of Verona City. The hell he was condemned to by this spirit was unimaginable, every single day he was licked and attacked, put to sleep and forced into nightmares every night. It was a pattern he would never grow fond of. He fell down without a word, utterly terrified by the wild Gastly. Was he going to be attacked just like in his childhood? "Hey you, you know better than to scare people out of their minds like that!" That was a boy's voice, the second one he heard today. Was the cemetery really this popular nowadays? He got onto his backside to see someone holding the Gastly close, possibly his trainer. "I-I'm sorry, Spookz here loves to spook. Eh." Dynaon couldn't help but giggle a little at the small pun he made. It was clever, to say the least. "Are you alright?" Dynaon got back up on his two feet and dusted himself off, a little more relieved now that he had some more company. This guy seemed lighthearted, unlike his first piece of human interaction in this creepy place. "I'm fine. Uhh... Maybe some introductions are in order." He extended his hand to the Gastly's owner, glad that this spirit was at least controlled by a trainer. "My name is Dynaon, and this is my partner, Celestia." He made a slight bowing motion with his head to show respect, and Celestia did the same, saying her name once as if it was a greeting. Maybe company isn't such a bad idea after all. Celestia [Ralts]Level 4 Attacks: Growl || Icy Wind Overprotective of Dynaon, Intelligent, ImmatureProtecting Dynaon, Respect! [/blockquote]
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 3, 2012 10:51:56 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;]Nathaniel's lips curled, a snarl of utmost annoyance escaping from within him. His eyebrows furrowed, shooting iced daggers, with a malicious and scornful gaze towards the boy. He scoffed. Humans, he was almost disgusted to call himself one. So caught up in the modern apathetic bullshit of modern day society, following the same rules, decencies and beliefs as the next. Sheep, robots who couldn't think for themselves. It knocked him sick. When the boy asked his question, so offended by Nate's own statement, Nathaniel could only close his eyes, shaking his head with a smirk and a short chuckle. What made him think he had the right? He smirked a cocky grin,"I don't think I have the right, I know I do. If you can take something, you take it, if you can say something, you say it, do you think I care about what you think?" He asked, bringing the bottle of liquid to his lips, swigging a drink from the neck of the bottle, then wincing.
From beneath his hood, he turned to look at the boy, his Shinx joining him with the same demeanour. Then the boy and his Gastly appeared, only further frustrating him. He could feel his blood boiling at the sight, more stupid little people joining the party. It amazed Nate to no end how people could act sometimes. He glared at the newcomer and his ghost, recognizing the two from only a few days prior. They had met before, yet that did not postpone any kind of hatred from him. "This is a graveyard, not a schoolgirls locker room. Show some damn respect. If you want to gossip like little girls then go somewhere else," He told the pair, obviously nerve struck.
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[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase;]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.[/style] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width: 220px; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; border-top: 10px solid #333333; border-bottom: 10px solid #333333;][style=background-color: cccccc; padding: 3px; float: left;][/style][style=margin-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Unhatched Absol Egg[/style][style=font-family: terminal; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 344a55; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]Unhatched[/style][style=font-family: georgia; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Hypnotist Award[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; line-height: 75%; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]2/15 Posts[/style] [style=margin-top: 25px; background-color: cecece; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 4px; color: 010101;][/style] |
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Post by ESTER on Jul 3, 2012 12:43:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]The poor boy seemed terrified out of his mind at his Gastly's entrance, then again any normal person would be. Extending a hand to help him up, Cress couldn't help but wonder what the boy was doing in a graveyard if he was afraid of ghosts. Unless he was testing himself or doing an errand, a cemetery really wasn't the place for a picnic. Cress' expression remained calm, and he shook the boy's hand in greeting. "I'm Crescendo." He replied, shifting his gaze between Dynaon and his Celestia respectively as the boy introduced them. He hadn't seen a Ralts before, and cocked his head upon sight of the little creature with the helmet. The little one didn't look too tough, and from a quick estimate he guessed this Dynaon to be a fresh Pokémon Trainer or something. Regardless, Cress was about to introduce himself properly as well, but realized quickly that there was another person among them as well. Apparently the two of them were in the middle of a dispute, and Cress stepped back to get a good look at the hooded silhouette with the flask in hand.
They had seen each other before, however they didn't know each other properly. At first Cress didn't want to get drawn into any quarrels, but the hooded boy had a point. This was a graveyard, and these gravestones weren't here for show. The dead was resting here, and for himself to be barging in here causing a ruckus like this was pretty disrespectful. Retaining his serene expression, Cress placed a hand on his waist. "You're right, I apologize." He started. "I didn't mean to intrude, I was merely walking my Spooky here. It's not often we stumble upon a cemetery, and they just so happens to be Gastly's favourite hangout spot." He explained, gesturing at his Gastly next to him, the goofy poisonous oddball smiling widely with its open mouth. Gaaas. He cried softly, wiggling back and forth. Letting out a small chuckle himself, Cress concluded his statement. "We're checked in to the Pokémon Center nearby, our intention here was only catching some air." He finished, hoping to have shed some light on his reason for being here. He couldn't help but notice the hooded boy's flask of alcohol however, making Cress keep a reserved attitude. Pissing off a drunkard was the last thing he wanted, especially now that he was without his pokémon. Like most trainers did when they checked into a Pokémon Center, his belongings were left there. His only pokémon with him right now was Gastly, no one else.
Having explained himself however, he wondered what these two were doing in a graveyard of all place. Keeping a calm and neutral disposition, Cress didn't want to look like he was taking sides. "Are you two here to mourn a loved one?" He asked, thinking of the only plausible reason someone other than himself could have for being out here. These two didn't seem like they were walking their pet ghosts out to catch fresh air anyway.
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Post by Dynaon on Jul 3, 2012 13:35:20 GMT -5
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Celestia was growing annoyed by this man's attitude. As if he had the nerve to try and hurt her trainer! She had a right mind to try and attack him, but she could not do it without an order from her trainer, Dynaon. She simply bid her time, waiting on his shoulder for any sort of command that would come her way.
Dynaon heard a comment thrown about a Pokémon Center. "A Pokémon Center? I haven't seen one of those since I started my journey..." As Crescendo went on, he asked them if they were mourning for any of their loved ones. That was a little bit of a touchy subject for Dynaon. "I'm sorry to say no, I'm not. My father was a drunkard that left my mother when she got pregnant for me. Four years after my birth, my mother left me, and I had to live in the mountains." He noticed that the air was getting a little heavy, so he quickly changed the subject. "Erm... I hear that they have great food at Pokémon Centers! Maybe we should go get some!" He was talking loudly, so he didn't even notice when the grave behind him shifted position. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 370px; height: 500px; background-color: #a7a7a7; border-left: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-right: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-top: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-bottom: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-radius: 25px, btable][style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6d6d6d; text-shadow: #424242 1px 1px 1px][/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 8px solid #6d6d6d; background: #6d6d6d; border-radius: 20px][/style] [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px]Celestia [Ralts] [F] Level: 4 SYNCHRONIZE Growl || Icy Wind Overprotective of Dynaon -- Intelligent -- Uptight -- Easily embarrassed. Actions: Condescending brat...[/style] | [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px]|| 4.0 || 10.0[/style] |
[style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center]credit goes to Lunar of Love Stamp and Back To Neverland and On The Edge![/style]
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 5, 2012 15:20:34 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 blood within his veins was beggining to boil at the very presence of these two idiots. Honestly, what was it about people that made them so pathetically stupid? Coming to a graveyard, then engaging in casual conversation amongst gravestones and the spirits of the dead, it made him sick. It wasn't that he so much cared about the act of it occuring in a graveyard, but more so that these two had happened to wander into a graveyard without any motivation to do so. He snarled, letting the amber liquid pour down his throat. It was the least he could do to calm his temper. "Don't the two of you have anything better to do with your meaningless lives than stand around in a graveyard making dinner plans?" Nate asked, practically in rhetoric.
From beneath his hood, Nate shot out iced blue daggers, his hues presenting a malicious gaze towards the two. He looked at the boy who had divulged his life story to the group, rolling his eyes as he turned around. "Excuse me whilst I shed a tear for your oh so tragic life." He said arrogantly, as he began to walk away. "My name is Nathaniel, Nate. If you want my last name feel free to check any of the four headstones you're currently stood by," he told the pair. A brief glance at those very headstones would reveal four members of the Cross family; brother, brother, mother and father, and just like that, Nate's own motivation for being there was made abundantly clear. Larxcen, his Shinx snarled at the pair before turning to follow his master away from the two. He'd let himself sit by a bench, where he continued to drink his whiskey on his own. "Idiots..." He muttered to himself, stroking his Shinx gently as it lay down on the bench beside him.
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[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase;]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.[/style] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width: 220px; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; border-top: 10px solid #333333; border-bottom: 10px solid #333333;][style=background-color: cccccc; padding: 3px; float: left;][/style][style=margin-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Unhatched Absol Egg[/style][style=font-family: terminal; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 344a55; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]Unhatched[/style][style=font-family: georgia; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Hypnotist Award[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; line-height: 75%; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]3/15 Posts[/style] [style=margin-top: 25px; background-color: cecece; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 4px; color: 010101;][/style] |
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase;]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.[/style]
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Post by ESTER on Jul 6, 2012 15:25:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]These two were a character for themselves, one was as sad as humanly possible and the other was as naive and happy as a little kid. Standing between them, he felt a little uncomfortable. However each sides voiced their reasons for being here, sadly Cress had to raise a brow in misunderstanding at this Dynaon fellow as he suddenly laid out about his history. He cocked his head a bit, keeping his mouth shut for now. Still though the boy didn't really come with any reason at all for wandering through a graveyard, something Cress also found odd. But when this hooded fellow started explaining, the word "reason" got a whole new meaning. His entire family was apparently buried here, and he didn't seem particularly happy about the boy with the Ralts bumping into tombstones. Understandable. That boy just seemed way too happy for a graveyard, he would have been better off in a playground than this.
Nathaniel. That was the hooded boy's name apparently, Cress noted it in the back of his head. And at the dinner plans remark, Cress' lips tried to hide a smile, as the remark was rather hilarious. But he couldn't exactly burst out laughing in a graveyard. Sure, the guy was dangerous, but Cress was a very calm individual, his ability to keep a straight composure in the face of danger was his trait. A ghost for a partner was proof of that, kind of. However, as Nate blamed Dynaon for defiling his siblings tombstones, Cress was kind of dumbstruck. He shifted his gaze to Dynaon expectantly. Was he really standing on this Nate guy's relatives? If so, Cress could understand his assertiveness. Regardless of whatever Dynaon had to say for himself though, Nate walked away. What a scene, Cress thought for himself. The little Shinx snarled at them both before trotting after its trainer. Placing a hand on his waist, Cress sighed. "He's certainly a handful." He murmured, as he casually turned to face Dynaon. "It might not be my place to say, but I don't think you should make dinner plans until the 3rd date." He smirked teasingly, tilting his head slightly to the side. Looking in Nate's direction, Cress continued. "And I know you didn't mean to, but you should go apologize to him." He said, rethinking if it might have been a bad idea since this Nate guy was obviously drunk. And Cress didn't want to send this kid and his Ralts to their deaths just yet, they were just starting out on their journey for crying out loud. Keeping a casual demeanor, Cress would be positioned a few meters behind Dynaon, not approaching Nate just yet, merely listening in on their conversation.
With Gastly by his side, also observing the situation with his own interpretation, circled upside down nonchalantly. >I don't even...< He cried softly in his Gastly tongue, only to have Cress glance at him followed by a familiar chuckle.
[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto] song: x tags: xx notes: xxx[/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]and i never listen to anyone[/style] | |
[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]
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Post by Dynaon on Jul 11, 2012 4:19:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 370px; height: 500px; background-color: #a7a7a7; border-left: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-right: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-top: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-bottom: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-radius: 25px, btable][style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6d6d6d; text-shadow: #424242 1px 1px 1px]The show goes on all night...[/style] [style=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 8px solid #6d6d6d; background: #6d6d6d; border-radius: 20px][/style] [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px]tags: graveyard, scary; notes: Dynaon's friggin' hopeless. >.> [/style] | [style=width: 350px; border: 2px solid #6d6d6d; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 0.8; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 15px]OOC: I apologize for the wait. I had a lot going on with some novel issues, but I'm finally back.
Dynaon suddenly became surprised, as he just figured out he was standing on top of Nate's relatives. He jumped off of the grave sites, a little surprised but trying not to panic. "I... I sincerely apologize for that one." As he looked over to Cress, not to Nate, who was leaving the scene, he teased about dinner plans. Dynaon let out a nervous laugh from the small joke, but his concern went back to the man without a family. A small blue Pokémon joined him, trotting on four paws lightly behind him. He ran after the man and quickly bowed to him. "I-I'm sorry for accidentally hitting your family's gravestones. It won't happen again, I promise." A small sweat drop fell from his hair. If he was correct about the contents of that bottle, then he was probably drunk. Okay, maybe this wasn't the best plan of apology... To try and calm himself, he took out a small egg, green dots spotted across the surface. He began to rub the top of it, once nervously, then turning to an idle stroke. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 370px; height: 500px; background-color: #a7a7a7; border-left: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-right: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-top: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-bottom: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-radius: 25px, btable][style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6d6d6d; text-shadow: #424242 1px 1px 1px][/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 8px solid #6d6d6d; background: #6d6d6d; border-radius: 20px][/style] [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px]Celestia [Ralts] [F] Level: 6 SYNCHRONIZE Growl || Icy Wind || Confusion Overprotective of Dynaon -- Intelligent -- Uptight -- Easily embarrassed. Actions: Condescending brat...[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 370px; height: 500px; background-color: #a7a7a7; border-left: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-right: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-top: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-bottom: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-radius: 25px, btable][style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6d6d6d; text-shadow: #424242 1px 1px 1px][/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 8px solid #6d6d6d; background: #6d6d6d; border-radius: 20px][/style] [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px]Random Egg Posts: 1/15[/style] | [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px]|| 6.0 || 10.0[/style] |
[style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center]credit goes to Lunar of Love Stamp and Back To Neverland and On The Edge![/style]
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 15, 2012 15:53:59 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase]Too Bad It [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: FFFFFF; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music xxx words xxx notes xxx[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: D0D0D0; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]Apologies were a futile thing. Merely another pathetic human trait, used in an effort to salvage appearance and stature in the eyes of ones peers. Yet even in sincerity, apologies were fake, fragile concepts born only from the weak minded acceptance that you were in the wrong in the eyes of another. One person's wrong, was another's right and in that sense, was an apology ever a true thing? Not that Nathaniel cared either way, but pondering on such a thought at that very moment only aided in the attempt of reconciliation with the raven haired boy to end in oblivion.
Azure eyes gazed past the boundaries of his hooded guise, out into the voided darkness, to the edges of what was clear and present in sight. What terrors lurked in the breach of lights absence, he wondered. Nathaniel turned his gaze to the boy stood before him, barely acknowledging his existence until now. He scoffed, scanning the boy up and down as if judging every fibre of his reality. Arrogantly, he turned his gaze back to the emptiness, finding a much more interesting presence in its embrace. "You're mistaken if you believe I'm angered over the state of a slab of stone. It has no value to me, so take your petty assumptions elsewhere, I have no time for them." Nathaniel explained, irritable as always in tone and temperament. He hated people, despised them with all of his being. Like flies swarming by the ears. This society of morality and manners was ridiculous, it brought nothing but weakness and absent minded sheepism. It was sickening.
A shake of the bottle in his hand brought yet another reality into the spotlight of his minds eye. His supply of alcohol had run dry and at current, he had very little means of resupplying himself. Had he begun his Pokémon journey then perhaps he would have some money, but at present he had not a dollar to his name. How far the apple had fallen. "You spoke of visiting the city for food? Then if you're so intent on apologizing you'll pay for my food and drink. Seems like an ample means of redemption," Nathaniel spoke, a smirk slapped across his face within the darkness.
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[style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width: 220px; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; border-top: 10px solid #333333; border-bottom: 10px solid #333333;][style=background-color: cccccc; padding: 3px; float: left;][/style][style=margin-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Unhatched Absol Egg[/style][style=font-family: terminal; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 344a55; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]Unhatched[/style][style=font-family: georgia; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Hypnotist Award[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; line-height: 75%; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]4/15 Posts[/style] [style=margin-top: 25px; background-color: cecece; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 4px; color: 010101;][/style] |
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase;]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.[/style]
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Post by ESTER on Jul 15, 2012 17:40:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]The night was still young, and Cress was also a bit wary about meeting so many people in a graveyard so late at night. Though personally, he thought his reasons for being here was pretty plausible. Not everyone knew the responsibilities that came with owning ghost pokémon, and how they just loved creepy areas. Of course, to people like Nate who seemed to value his family deeply, everything else just didn't matter. Cress couldn't say anything against that, it wasn't his place to speak. And not only that, the man was affected by alcohol as well. No one was in their right mind in a state like that. So rather than saying anything stupid, he figured it would be best to act with caution and a rational state of mind. Unlike a certain someone who seemed to feel very apologetic. Oh the poor boy, he didn't know what he was getting into. Trying to place a finger on him, Cress couldn't really think of any better suitable word; Naive. It was the only trait that struck him first, maybe time would say differently.
Listening in on the two, the Nate character didn't seem too cheerful about the younger boy's attempt at redeeming himself. Then again Cress couldn't quite decipher this hooded character, he was...mysterious. Whilst Gastly swirled around Cress a few times to get off some steam, he couldn't help but hear something about food. His ears perked up, feeling a slight growl in his stomach. Was there a chance this Dynaon guy would treat Nate for food? Well that seemed like a perfect opportunity to join the bandwagon. Quickly getting his bearing, Cress fumbled over to Dynaon and leaned in on his shoulder. "Hey hey, I saved your life, doesn't that qualify me for free food too?" His teasing voice exuding opportunism, as he leered at the boy while grinning. With a whisper, Cress deviously uttered, "Wouldn't want to have to face my Gastly now would you...?," holding a hand up to his ear as he tried to persuade him with a friendly joke. Then again it probably wasn't perceived as 'friendly' by Dynaon, whom was not particularly fond of Gastly.
It wasn't like Cress to be so advantageous of someone, but when food was on the table, he didn't mind trying. After all he did have the means, Gastly, to get him a free buffé if he wanted to. And he figured the kid needed the experience. His intentions were only good, so this should be okay, right?
[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto] song: x tags: Narin, Dynaon notes: Derp.[/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]and i never listen to anyone[/style] | |
[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]
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Post by Dynaon on Jul 17, 2012 10:38:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 370px; height: 500px; background-color: #a7a7a7; border-left: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-right: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-top: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-bottom: 5px solid #6d6d6d; border-radius: 25px, btable][style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6d6d6d; text-shadow: #424242 1px 1px 1px]The show goes on all night...[/style] [style=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 8px solid #6d6d6d; background: #6d6d6d; border-radius: 20px][/style] [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px]tags: dance; notes: NICE. [/style] | [style=width: 350px; border: 2px solid #6d6d6d; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 0.8; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 15px]The man looked at him again, those azure eyes of his piercing right through Dynaon's skull. He almost felt his knees turn to nothing but mush as Nate turned his back on Dynaon once again after his sincere apology. This guy obviously needed to tune his attitude before he seriously got hurt. Of course, he would never say anything like that out loud. He wasn't exactly ready to die just yet.
Meanwhile, Celestia was giving off her own hostile growls. She wasn't afraid of this prick, no one talks to her trainer like that! But she heard him talk, and just knew that he was a pessimistic little story of a man. She had no pity for such a being, if you could call him a human. Not even caring about his own parents, whom are deceased? No man can truly be that cold.
Dynaon was quickly assaulted with Nate's eyes one more time, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked over to him. He wanted Dynaon to treat him to food, and while it was true that he did have a fair bit of money, was he willing to help out this guy with some food? Suddenly, he could feel Cress's presence behind him, a shiver sent up his spine. A sweat drop fell at the comment of saving his life, but then the threat of his Gastly was thrown into the playing field. His face went a little pale, and there wasn't exactly any way out with Nate in front of him and Cress behind him. He scratched the back of his head, a nervous laugh following thus. "Well, I don't exactly have much of a choice, now do I?" He looked back to Cress, an innocent yet warm smile on his face. Being with these two may have been a treat, but it was also relaxing to have some company in the graveyard. "Since you know where the Pokémon Center is, how about you lead the way?" He turned his body around to fully face Cress, ready to get the hell out of here. [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px] Celestia [Ralts] [F] Level: 8 Synchronize Growl || Icy Wind || Confusion Overprotective of Dynaon -- Intelligent -- Uptight -- Easily embarrassed. Hit By: None Used: None Battle Modifiers: None Hold Item: Leftovers Health: Full Green [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px] Random Egg 2/15 Posts[/style] | [style=width: 350px; background: #6d6d6d; opacity: 1.5; padding: 10px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10px][/style] |
[style=font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 9px; text-align: center]credit goes to Lunar of Love Stamp and Back To Neverland and On The Edge![/style]
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 28, 2012 17:20:42 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase]Too Bad It [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: FFFFFF; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music xxx words xxx notes xxx[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: D0D0D0; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]Nathaniel watched as the two boys interacted with one another, energetically. The one with the Gastly had far too much energy, he was too carefree for Nate's liking, too happy. The other one, well he wasn't quite as nauseating in his happiness, but unlucky for him, he was still just another sheep in Nate's eyes, bound to the relentless stupidity of the public. Nate frowned, a low pitched growl emanating from the core of his throat as his azure daggers observed, himself silent in sound and movement. As the arrangements were slowly yet surely made, Nathaniel gathered his bag, throwing it over his right shoulder by a single strap, and tapping his Shinx on the head with his index finger as a playful way to signal him to follow.
He stood, walking closer to the two yet still maintaining a slight distance. "Well, I'm not taxi'ing you both there, so either one of you leads the way or we're spending all night in the graveyard." Nate stated, annoyance in his tone. He would wait a few moments for the two to walk, and as they did, he'd take his Absol egg from within his bag, holding it in his hands and staring at it with a look of thought on his face. It was warm, and from within the smooth shell were minor tremors that came from every movement of the baby Absol which slept peacefully within. "Ragnarok, not much longer." Nathaniel said to himself in a whisper, looking down at his Shinx where a mutual nod would be given to each other. He carried on, holding the egg in his hands as he followed behind the pair.
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[style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width: 220px; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; border-top: 10px solid #333333; border-bottom: 10px solid #333333;][style=background-color: cccccc; padding: 3px; float: left;][/style][style=margin-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Unhatched Absol Egg[/style][style=font-family: terminal; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 344a55; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]Unhatched[/style][style=font-family: georgia; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; color: 010101; text-align: center;]Hypnotist Award[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; line-height: 75%; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]5/10 Posts[/style] [style=margin-top: 25px; background-color: cecece; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 4px; color: 010101;][/style] |
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase;]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.[/style]
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Post by ESTER on Jul 29, 2012 9:03:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; letter-spacing: -3px;]I WILL BURN MY DREAD ![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;]Timeskipping to the Pokémon Center
Well my oh my, they certainly were a weird bunch from different corners of the world. Dynaon was alright so far, albeit a little inexperienced as he came off to be. This other character on the other hand didn't rub Cress the right way, neither did he know his name. But every time he opened his mouth he seemed to be displeased with something, as if he couldn't relax. Then again there were a certain number of factors to keep in mind, and this hooded character wasn't exactly sober either. And Cress could see someone being angered by anyone stepping on the grave of their relatives. He would be too. But Cress wanted to give this guy a chance, after all he was carrying a pokémon egg. Only trainers with compassion in their hearts cared about breeding eggs, he couldn't honestly see anyone doing it for any other reason. So that must have meant that Nate did have a good side to him, right? Cress wanted to believe this, but decided to keep an eye on the two respectively anyway.
The pokémon center was open during the night as well, with a self-serving minibar for those hungry adventurers passing by at such a late hour. There were packed sandwiches and various other merchandise. Up on the counter was also a sign with the picture of a cheerful Chansey which read the following, 'Try anything funny, and I'll get 'cha.' Which was a reminder to anyone with the intention of grabbing some food without paying. Chansey knows where you live. Surely no one would try and steal any of the food? And for that purpose there was a small metal case on the counter also, with a little inlet to allow for the insertion of money. It really wasn't that hard to do it the honest way, and hopefully none of them would try anything to test their luck on Chansey and her wrath.
Upon entering the premises, Cress stretched out his arms to relieve some tension after the little walk. The air outside was a bit chilly, so it was nice to feel the comfortable warm air brushing his face as he entered. "Go fetch me a Sandwich," Cress said bluntly, clapping Dynaon on his shoulder. "Thank you so much for offering man, it's real nice of you." His voice carried little enthusiasm, yet a platonic smile took form on his face. Oh how wonderful for someone to buy him food, jumping on the freeloader train had never felt so good. Cress and Gastly walked over to a seat by the large windows, sitting down as he let out a sigh of relief. It was really nice to sit down for a bit. Gastly kept a curious gaze around on the other two. Cress had to admit he was interested in both of them though, and wondered if any of them would start any idle chitchat. Then again Nate didn't look the type.
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