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Post by Italian Panda on May 11, 2012 15:59:35 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan really needed some peace and quiet, especially considering the incident at route 3. He finally got his forearm in a cast, so he could finally heal up and forget the crazy adventure that was the never ending forest. "Ugh great. Its hard to move my hand now.....thanks WuKong." HE said to himself as he walked into the library. AS he walked in, he could feel the air sit still as he was greeted with silence. Perfect, a place to relax!
He quickly grabbed a seat to sit down, unintentionally making much noise, causing everyone to give him a shush. HE groaned, giving everyone a quick glance, showing that he doesn't care. But even so, he supposed that he should get something to keep himself occupied. He quickly grabbed a random book and opened the cover, looking over the contents. He noticed that it was a book about pokemon breeding and fighting types. Normally, he wouldn't give a crap, but he could not help but to look over the book, just to see what it was like. |
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Post by Jψηκσ on May 11, 2012 16:55:32 GMT -5
These past few weeks have been extremely strange for Cora. She had picked up a few pieces: Pokemon were to be caught and used against each other, but how? And why? What was the point? She had acquired a few poke'mon in her own party, but none she actually had to work for. She never understood how "training" worked either. Was it like going to the gym and lifting weights? Cora laughed, imagining her own pichu trying to pick up a two-pound dumbbell.
The heel on Cora's bright blue boot clanked as she entered the library. She figured it was a good place to start. As she breathed in, the smell of old leather and pages filled her nostrils and she knew this particular scent. There was also the familiar sound of computer keys being pressed down by quick fingers. Had she been here before? Cora's brow furrowed in confusion. It was hard, picking up all the pieces of her past prior to entering Cheyenne. Perhaps she could learn about pokemon, and once a computer was open she could research her own past?
Cora first went to the shelves, there were books on history, and art, and finally medicine. This bout of amnesia was going on for far too long, so she looked up a big book, sat up against the bookshelf facing her section, and searched through the first couple pages of the index for "amnesia". She had her page number, and picked her fingers through the page numbers before turning the vast amount of pages. As these pages hit the back cover of the book, dust and other particles flew into the air and Cora jumped up, startled and began to cough. Geeze, how old was this damn book?
"Wa..." Cora coughed, unable to get any word out. Several people watched as she coughed and she watched her vision become spotty. Water! Water! Was what she was trying to say, but her lungs were filled with god-knows-what. The people who owned the library may want to get these books restored/remade or something.
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Post by Italian Panda on May 11, 2012 22:26:59 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]"This book....." Tristan said as he turned the pages of the book about breeding and fighting types. It was certainly an interesting read, but what he could not place his finger on was whether the knowledge was empirical or not. It was a little disappointing to be learning from a book, especially since he was taught martial arts by a teacher for such a long while. He put the book down, letting the object drop onto the table, as opposed to putting it down. It was going to be on the table, anyway so why not. Also, its not like he can learn from his own experience, after all, so the book got annoying afterwards. He sighed a little before looking back at it, wondering if it could still provide some useful information.
Tristan sighed, relaxing in the silent, peaceful environment. As he sat back, he looked at other sections and people around him, noting the books on the shelves and the people working hard at their desks, unlike him, where he was just sitting around and doing practically nothing. Before long, he heard a few coughing noises before complete silence. He looked up, watching the direction other people were looking. He noticed the girl struggling and coughing violent near the table. He looked around to see if anyone else was going to help, thinking that he didn't have to go help. But after a few seconds of not helping, he quickly got up and walked over to the girl, briskly walking towards he and giving her a few pats on the back. "You alright, you alright?" He said, hoping that it wouldn't be much. Things eventually became a hassle when he realized she was choking some. Before long, he quickly got behind her and performed the heimlich, pressing up and against her abdomen to try and dislodge the object out the best he could. "Come on, Come on. Get this out. Don't want this to get annoying." He said to her. |
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Post by Jψηκσ on May 11, 2012 23:33:25 GMT -5
It was surprising about how little action people take when action needs to be taken. Before Cora became unconscious, a random boy came to her aid and patted her back. She finally coughed out the last of the dust in her lungs and she breathed deeply for a few minutes, regaining her vision. Unfortunately for her, the boy thought it best to use the Heimlich, and she found herself up and being pressed up against. "I....I-I'm okay!" She exclaimed, trying to weasel her way out of her grasp. With her back against him, she felt her cheeks redden because of his warmth. Cora must have forgotten the warmth of others, like how it felt to hug and be close to another. It was all very strange.
"You're so warm," She noted, muttering to herself before pulling herself out of her grasp. This was the most contact she has ever had since she was washed up in Cheyenne, and it felt sort of nice. Cora faced him, stepped over the book on the floor and almost leaning against the bookshelf, "Thanks, I was just choking on some dust. No big deal." She laughed nervously. What was she supposed to say to this handsome stranger? There were still a few eyes on the two, but most of those who had watched Cora nearly pass out had already passed on.
"Oh," Cora held out her hand for him to shake, "I'm Cora. Thank you for not letting me black out." An introduction seemed customary in these situation.
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Post by Italian Panda on May 12, 2012 17:08:43 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Guess it didn't really take much to let some actions go into the extremes. As Tristan used the Heimlich, he didn't realize until after the woman said she was okay that he was making things awkward for her. After he heard, he quickly released his grip over his forearm cast, letting the woman go. His eyes were wide opened as he realized that he was doing the Heimlich to someone who didn't really need it. He was silent for a moment before he looked around, noticing the people had already moved on. "O-Oh....sorry about that. I didn't realize....ugh." He groaned, realizing how awkward he made the situation.
Coupled with the people looking and how he must have looked, this may have been the most awkward situation he had put himself through. He groaned to himself, rubbing the back of his head with his casted arm, only to realize the difficulty and stop trying. Too much of a hassle already to deal with it. "Oh its no problem. I'm Tristan." He said to the woman, his voice lazily going on as he just went with it. He too leaned back, looking up at the ceiling before looking around. Not too many people were staring at the pair, now that the scene was over, so there wasn't any need to take some sort of action. He then took a gaze back at the woman, noticing how she was becoming somewhat red in the face. He raised an eyebrow, extending his arm out towards her forehead. "You're a little red. Are you okay? You...still need water?" His voice was blunt and to the point. But he could at least try and seem concerned. His demeanor was still as calm and laid back as usual. |
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Post by Jψηκσ on May 14, 2012 21:38:16 GMT -5
"Tristian," Cora repeated as he introduced himself back. This was the first person she has formally met in Cheyenne, not including the creep at that one tent where she got Jupyter, her pichu, from. He was a nice guy, especially for coming to her aid, but she was not sure why he was still here after trying to save her. Typically, at least from those she had met here, they just put in their good word and run off. Maybe she could have a real conversation and learn something about this "Cheyenne" place.
Cora looked down at her book, realizing she was in the middle of researching her bout of amnesia, but the hand on her forehead distracted her from her thoughts and she looked back up at the boy. "You're a little red. Are you okay? You...still need water?" He told her, and she laughed, trying to regain her exposure, "Don't tell me you're genuinely concerned, are you?" She narrowed her gaze and smiled, as if she was suspicious of his intentions, but her face wrote "I'm really only kidding" all over. It could be regarded as flirting depending on the person.
Even if he thought she was flirting, she raised her hand and lifted his off of her forehead. They were warm and soft, but it was weird because she did not have a fever. She was just embarrassed. This kid was not as perceptive as she thought, but she lowered her hands in front of her and clasped her hands. "Water would be lovely, though, but I cannot imagine finding any where it can be dangerous for it to be spilled," She smiled, shrugging. Perhaps there was a vending machine? Or some sort of lounge area? This was a pretty modernized place, there must be somewhere they can grab a beverage and some chips.
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Post by Italian Panda on May 15, 2012 12:59:42 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan felt Cora's body temperature and compared to his own. There did not seem to be anything different, so he supposed he was wrong about it. He sighed, looking back at Cora, his eyes lazily staying open. It was then when he noticed the smile and the face. "Don't tell me you're genuinely concerned, are you?" His eyes suddenly shot open when he looked back, his hand still on Cora's forehead. He let her push his hand away, letting his arm fall down as he started to blush a little. That was a pretty stupid move on his part, checking someone out like that. What really threw him off was the reaction and the smile. "Uhh....w-well, ya I guess I was concerned....don't want to make it seem it was my fault was all...." He looked away, scratching his chin as he was confused as to what this woman was doing. Was she flirting or was she just messing with him? That's kind of stupid to lead to someone on like that, he felt. He groaned as she looked back at her. Most people would have probably just thanked him and moved on if this sort of thing happened.
Tristan looked back at Cora, now brought into another conversation of his own. She was the first person he had met that decided to stick around. But why did she stick around was what was bothering him. Guess he really shouldn't let that bother him as it didn't seem like much to deal with. He looked back, his casted arm dangling and the other in his pocket. "Well there are water fountains around." Truth is he didn't know this place well enough, but they could at least try. "We can always go ask if you want." He said, raising his arm to let her lead the way. |
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Post by Jψηκσ on May 15, 2012 13:49:21 GMT -5
Cora felt weird, leading the way to a lounge area. There were water fountains, vending machines, and even an expresso machine for those who stay up late studying. Guess they did not need to ask anyone after all. Walking over to the water fountain, Cora moved her disheveled hair to one side and held it back as she bent over and sipped some water from the fountain. How refreshing, she did not need to get it herself in some sort of stream! She stood straight, stepped aside, "Want some?"
However, her focus on Tristian was broken by a swinging door close to them, labeled "Employees Only", but something was fishy about the character who walked through the door. Sunglasses on the inside, carrying a box with holes on the sides as if transporting some sort of animal. Another person followed him, a lady with the same sort of clothing style. Something just seemed, off. Putting a hand on Tristian's shoulder, "I have to check something out real quick, somethings not right." Even though she knew nothing of this region, Cora's six sense was always her observant mind. Obviously she does not feel threatened, or else she would not have been acting on such an impulse. Cora nodded her head to the employees only door, shifting her gaze between that and the boy as if beckoning him to come with her. With that, she walked casually toward the door, and pretending to look for a book in the area. She checked behind her, and no one was looking. The coast was clear.
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Post by Italian Panda on May 15, 2012 16:16:51 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan followed Cora to the lounge, sighing as brushed his hair with his uninjured hand. Perhaps it was a better idea for him to lead, but then again he didn't know where they were going. He looked back at Cora, thinking that she may not have known what was happening as well, allowing Tristan to sigh a bit. What is done is done and it would have been a hassle if this got into an argument about chivalry. When they arrived, he was a little surprised to see that such a modern lounge was around. He never really seen other lounges before, other than the one in his library. His library lounge only had a few tables and a coffee machine, that was it. He looked around until he spotted Cora at the fountain, shrugging as he walked over upon request. "Thanks. Sure." He said, taking a drink from the fountain. Tastes good when you're a little dehydrated.
After wiping his mouth he noticed that Cora was acting a little strange, rather, unfocused He raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she was up to. "I have to check something out real quick, somethings not right." Again, he was confused as to what she was doing. Why was she acting like this? And why did he have have to deal with it? He figured that libraries would be a peaceful quiet place, but he supposed that wouldn't be the case now. "Its an employees only door. Nothing really wrong...." He said, raising an arm to prove a point. But hey, may as well follow. So he just walked over, hand in his pocket and acting nonchalantly, unlike Cora who was trying to act normal. All he did was just walked over, standing right by Cora to see what was going on. "You going to go in?" He said, not even trying to lower his talking volume as much. |
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Post by Jψηκσ on May 19, 2012 22:35:56 GMT -5
It was strange how Cora acted, even though she was suffering the bout of amnesia. It was like second nature, trying to find a story. The action. Cora seemed to sniff it out quite easily, perhaps because it is because she was such an observant person. She probably seemed crazy, but Cora acted smoothly about it. Before the door locked shut, she grabbed the handle and looked at Tristian. He sort of sucked at "acting" normal.
"Of course I am," Cora smiled, "What? Are you scared of uncovering a story?" It was a little taunt, and it seemed odd as it rolled off her tongue with her sweet voice. Cora pushed the door, and trespassed into the forbidden area. The door swung back to close, and Cora hoped the boy would not let her face this adventure alone. Cora was not really sure what she was getting herself into, but did a good job acting like she was confident in herself. Voices began to travel up a long, winding staircase. There were doors all around, but which one to hide in? Cora looked to each one, trying to decide; however, she did not have much time.
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Post by Italian Panda on May 20, 2012 23:07:20 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Tristan only stared back at Cora, still noting that she was acting like a complete weirdo. "Could you act any weirder, Cora? Seriously, its like you're trying to attract attention." He said, rubbing his head. Maybe there was something about him that attracted the weird, crazy people. So much for a relaxing day at the library. What else could he do now but to follow along with whatever Cora was attempting to expose as a story.
Tristan walked in with Cora, acting as though he was the normal person of the so called "dynamic duo." He looked around. Once the door swung to a close, he kind of questioned himself as to why he entered with her in the first place when he could be out there reading a book. "Alright then. I guess we should look around or something." He said, putting some effort into this little event. When the voices came, he knew that would be a cause of travel and quickly looked around. By instinct, he pulled on Cora's wrist and pulled her into the closest door he could reach for, getting them inside....a broom closet. Great: what a predicament they have gotten themselves in.
Two men and a woman walked down the stair case, talking about about certain business plans. They mentioned words about money and the library, but it was sort of difficult to make out unless someone was listening intently. |
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Post by Jψηκσ on Sept 2, 2012 12:01:06 GMT -5
Tristian had such quick thinking, that Cora was almost impressed that he had pulled themselves into the closet. As time passed, Cora found Tristian a little more adventurous rather than a stickler. Just because Cora was intelligent and mysterious does not mean she does not like to have fun. Although the predicament she had gotten the two into was a bit foolish, Cora was having her own bit of fun as she observed Tristian. "Attract attention? No. Figure some things out. Yes." She said it quite slowly, but in more of a teasing matter. She smirked.
Then there was silence between them, as voices echoed from beyond the door. Money? Library? What sort of operation was this? Cora looked at Tristian before pressing her ear to the door to hear the two better. "The boss is not pleased with our current quota. Selling caterpie on the black market is not going to real in the cash," The woman had a strange accent, not from anywhere Cora has heard before. Cora then looked back at Tristian, not understanding. "What is going on?" She whispered, as if he knew all of the answers.
The two had walked through the door into the library, and Cora turned the knob to exit the broom closet. It was a little stuffy, and she was way closer to Tristian than she wanted to be. She looked around, and then down to the staircase to the basement. "Now we have to find out what is going on," She smirked, before beckoning him to follow her down the stairs.
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Post by Italian Panda on Sept 3, 2012 22:10:58 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-color: #BFE3FE; border: 1px dashed #9abccd, bTable][cs=2]dreams that reach the sky | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: white; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: 2f405e; padding: 10px]Man, what a situation Tristan got in. One moment, he was just chilling in the library, the next thing he knew, he was in a closet with Cora. Speaking of Cora, this girl was really strange. What was up with this person and why was she acting this way? Tristan only groaned as he was stuck in the closet, practically leaning on Cora's back. Tristan only sighed as he listened in on what happened. May as well keep going with this, for there isn't anything else to do, now that he was stuck in that situation.
Tristan kept his ear on the door, listening to the conversation that was happening. Quota? Selling Caterpie? Was the library staff up to something else? "I'm honestly not sure." Tristan said, looking back at Cora. By the time they reached the stairway, he realized that this was going to be another one of those hassles again. HE groaned as he looked at Cora. "Fine, whatever. Just cuz you decided to drag me into the employee lounge and all." He said, following Cora's lead. Lets see where this goes. |
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