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Post by Chando on Feb 22, 2012 22:55:05 GMT -5
Entry 6: I'm observing Sousa right now. There's something very wrong with this Pokémon. He's a cute little bug, to be sure, but he thinks...well, I'm not sure how to put it. Every time I take him out and try to either play with him or train him, he goes into this little fantasy of his. I have no idea what goes on in his head while he marches around. Boy would I like to know....
Emil sat down the small cup of tea that he had been sipping idly. For a few minutes he had scratched out some diagrams in his journal of various Pokémon he had met, then elaborated on Sousa's strange behavior. The Venonat was marching around his cafe table now, stubby arms raised up in an absurd motion. Emil thought he looked like he was conducting.
<ONE, cross, TWO, cross, THREE, cross, FOUR, cross! Everybody keep those steps in time! Clarinets, straighten your legs! ONE, cross, TWO, cross- Mellophones, HORNS AT TEN DEGREE ANGLES! ONE, cross, TWO- KEEP IN TIME, BATTERY!- cross, THREE, cross, FOUR, cross! HALF-TIME! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR AND HALT!> Sousa stopped conducting, taking a deep breath. Without his fine leadership, this band would never make it to the top. It's like they weren't even trying! Suddenly, Sousa's stubby little paws snapped into a new position: the left across his chest, holding some imaginary instrument, the right working the same instrument's valves. With a great breath, Sousa pumped all of his air into his new instrument: a sousaphone. The deep bass notes rumbled across the marching field, supporting the rest of the band with its unyielding power and tone. <Stupid drum major. Needs to shut up. Marching perfectly.> Sousa muttered. It was always the sousaphones' job to pick up everyone else's slack. Stupid drum major.
Emil watched, bemused, as Sousa changed his antics entirely. He now seemed to be supporting a rather large object, and muttering to himself. Emil was about to note this in his journal when something very ominous struck him.
His brand-new, leather-bound, just-waiting-to-be-filled-with-precious-knowledge journal had disappeared.
Emil sprang up, knocking his tea over. He scanned the crowd, looking for a perpetrator. Something very odd happened then.
His journal was open, and the pages were being flipped through.
In midair.
"Sousa, use Foresight on my journal!"
Sousa sprang to Emil's side. <Heyo, drumline! We're gonna play the cadence on my tap-off! Don't fuck it up, bassline!> Sousa mimicked beating out a rhythm on a snare drum, and as the cadence played out, Sousa's eyes glowed bright red. A widening sphere of light emanated from his furry little body, creeping closer and closer to the journal until...there it was! A Haunter was holding the journal and flipping through it, laughing. Emil walked slowly up behind it, tapped it on the side. The Haunter turned around, confused.
"Boo."
The Haunter screamed and fled, dropping the journal as it did. Emil gratefully stooped to pick it up, just as another person's shadow darkened his view.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 25, 2012 20:39:58 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkecloudy. just the way it was supposed to be during winter. crisp, cold. the wind blowing around softly. the snow curling into swirls as the air shifted position and met with other gusts that moved in opposite directions. it was simple, to just stand there and watch. mind your business, take in the beauty of everything. unfortunately, it was hard to do this when the wind kept biting at your cheeks, nipping your nose and howling in your ears, frosting your cheeks and crystalizing your eyelashes with snow. in fact, all of this was happening to scarlette hawke, just because she stood there in the middle of the area, not moving, just watching. because of this, the urge to get warm sparked her movements, causing her legs to move onto the sidewalk, her hands to slide neatly into her coat. her head to duck and commence her movement down the street. she didn't honestly know where she was going, nor really care. her red hair just danced around like a flame in the midst of a storm, however there was no storm around. merely a cloudy day with flakes of snow falling in dizzying patterns all over verona city. scarlette found herself moving towards a building, the waft of coffee and warmth spilling through the crack in the door. as she moved towards it, someone bustled out, holding the door only for a second, intentionally knocking her shoulder with it, making her move into the cafe a little quicker. she immediately turned on her heel, sending a heated glare after him.
but he was already gone it seemed, sliding across the slippery part of the sidewalk and regaining his full balance a little ways down the street, opposite where the woman had come from. though the sooner she'd gotten herself into the cafe, did she hear the awfully annoying sound of someones pokemon singing. or something. she wasn't even sure what it was, but it sounded awfully high-pitched and buggy. in fact, she just made her way past a few people, inhaling the warm aroma of coffee. she immediately led a path to the counter, leaning against it slightly and waiting. her red eyes laid themselves on the purple body of a venonat. or at least she assumed so, she'd never seen one before. her eyebrow raised, her fingers drumming rhythmically across the granite surface. she watched it with mild interest, watching as it seemed to conduct some sort of musical. she wasn't honestly interested, but the fact that the man behind the counter had to tap her shoulder to get her attention suggested otherwise. instead, scarlette just turned around, tucked her coat closer, and ordered her coffee. with a sharp, 'right away' the redhead turned her attention back to the show. only to find it'd ended.
and apparently, in it's place there was a book hanging in the air. to be honest, she thought this was a joke, something to fool the customers. instead, the boy seemed frantic. realistic, almost. even more so when the man's vocals sounded in her ears, announcing a foresight. the pokemon beside him, presumably his, immediately send the attack, homing in on the ghost pokemon who'd somehow managed to get it's hands on the journal. her eyes took this all in, the red hue's locking on the movements of the haunter. the man even uttered words to it, which the pokemon didn't seem to take lightly. instead, it appeared to have screamed, since her attention was stolen by her coffee entering the circular area of her hands. she clenched it, welcoming the soothing warmth that oozed from the outside of the cup. she took it to her lips, tilting it towards her mouth. though she pulled it back almost immediately afterward, letting out a sharp, " ouch! " and setting it back down. she shook her head faintly, letting her untidy red hair dance around her shoulders, sending off a fairly arrogant vibe. she sighed, tracing her finger around the lip of the mug, before lifting her eyes slightly.
my, the people she laid eyes on these days. so childish. it wasn't as if the haunter was to take the journal. by the looks of it, the pokemon was merely playing. tagged // chandoooo || notes // THERE! FINALLY! HAVE FUN!
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Post by Chando on Feb 27, 2012 20:28:53 GMT -5
Straightening up, Emil looked around to see who had passed him by. He didn't see anyone, and had started back towards his table, and his tea, when someone caught his eye. A girl, about his age, was watching the Haunter's retreating back intently. A steaming mug was clenched in one hand, and she leaned casually against the counter. She appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be the essence of cool.
The irony was not lost on Emil as he gazed at her deep red hair, like sheets of fire framing her face. She was pretty in that sharp sense that Emil often attributed to people with supreme confidence in their abilities. She didn't look haughty, exactly, more...piercing.
Emil wondered if she'd noticed him making a ruckus with that Haunter. Of course she had; the entire cafe had heard him. People were still staring at him, and at Sousa, who was now spinning his small hands rapidly above his head.
<Flag, cross, flag, cross, flag, cross, flag! Come on girls, keep those flags spinning! Rifles, you're slow now! Like, pick it up please! Smile pretty now!> Sousa chirped.
Emil shook his head and went back to his table, grateful to have his journal back under his arm. He sat and sketched pictures of Route 1 in the pages, finishing his tea, stealing glances at the flame-haired girl.
"Sousa, wanna go talk to that girl with me?"
Sousa nodded affirmatively. He began across the cafe's floor at once, in his best roll-step. It wasn't bad, considering the small Venonat had no legs. Emil stood and followed him. Sousa was now tugging at the girl's leg, and pointing at Emil. Emil grinned sheepishly and raised a hand in greeting.
"Hi there."
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 27, 2012 21:38:37 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkeit seemed the purple blob of fur that was dubbed a venonat was still yammering on. but about what, the redhead didn't know. didn't understand. didn't really care. it was annoying, and it took her away from sipping her hot coffee. in fact, she'd burnt herself again and was waving at the steam the moment her pantleg was tugged. apparently she'd missed some part of the venonat's act. and it'd brought the orchestra to her. she looked down slightly, only to be torn to the side when the pokemon pointed towards his trainer. she immediately looked up, raising an eyebrow in amusement. " mmm.. hi. " she responded, looking back down at the rather.. cute bug. she smiled faintly, tilting her head and lowering a hand down to pet it or something. a free hand lifted her hair over her ear and tugged it back. she lifted her erupting red gaze on emil's.
" i assume he's yours? awfully noisy, isn't he. " she let a laugh slide, trying her best to be sarcastically polite. she wasn't a people person. never had been. so, because of this it was a struggle to be nice to people. emil included. though, letting a swift glance over him, she did realize he was a pretty handsome person. older than she was, obviously. much taller. in fact, he was probably a lot taller. scarlette had always been short. always mistaken for a mere girl. teased for it, too. she scowled on the inside at that before returning her eyes to the venonat. it was a common thing she did. she didn't often watch people. only their pokemon. she was sort of.. kooky that way. different. tagged // chandoooo || notes // derp. bad post. D:
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Post by Chando on Feb 27, 2012 22:48:10 GMT -5
Emil nodded.
"Yep, that's Sousa. Crazy little thing, he is. I can't figure out what it is, but I think he's in some state of constant hallucination. You never know."
He reached down and ruffled Sousa's fur, not realizing that the girl's hand was still on his head as well. He barely noticed in time to pull his hand away, he hoped, unobtrusively. He wouldn't want her to think that he was making a move. Instead, he looked back up into her face. She was focused on Sousa, and there was a kind, warm light suffusing her features. No one who liked Pokemon that much could be a bad person.
Emil put out a hand.
"I'm Emil Laurens. I'm pretty new in town," he grinned.
Sousa, meanwhile, was very much enjoying the head scratching going on. He started to purr, low and melodic. His eyes glazed over a bit as he moved around, letting the nice girl scratch him while Emil talked to her. She was the best.
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