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Post by CHEYENNE on Feb 13, 2012 17:13:56 GMT -5
Please read your letter carefully to make sure you are posting in the correct location!
Also, READ THE OOC NOTES to see if you are supposed to post first or wait for your partner.
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 14, 2012 7:17:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Gary Oak[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]valentines day? not alone[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Inwardly Gary was praying that he hadn't got hitched up with some really old dude in a speedo. God, that would be just awful! And not only that but if he had, and this went badly... Shudder. Well it was too late to go back now. Though he wasn't after any lasting relationships with anyone, anything past a good friend would be a bit awkward.
Truth was he wasn't really homosexual like he'd put down in the form. Who knows, maybe he would be hitched with some hot chick. Not many people would openly admit to their sexuality, especially if it were something that was generally frowned upon. Not saying it should be, but some people did frown upon it, and to Gary that was just sad.
Casually he sat down at the table, smiling as he murmured something to the waiter that approached. He'd wait for his “partner” to arrive, sure, but a glass of water couldn't hurt, right? Still, without his Pokémon by his side he did feel a bit vulnerable, and he was glad that he picked a table close to the window and door. Though the café was quite large, his claustrophobia set off usually whenever he was indoors, just because it liked to torment him. The smaller the room, the worse it got.
In his hand he had a small box with a cool little trinket he'd picked up from the market a few years ago. That, and he'd brought a rose in an attempt to make the mood a bit lighter. Still, he couldn't take his mind off of how fucked he was if his Grandfather found out about this little “adventure”. The senile old git would never shut up about it, Gary surmised, as he hid the box back in his satchel. Within it was a Pokedoll; not quite new, with gleaming, sleek, glossy fur that meant it had been well taken care of. It did hold some sentimental value with Gary but there wasn't much need to be dragging it around everywhere he went, especially if he wasn't going to use it for whatever purpose it had been created for.
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 14, 2012 9:22:11 GMT -5
[newclass=one]float:left; width:0.7em; font-size:400%; font-family:Fredericka the great,georgia; line-height:80%; margin:4 10 2 3px;[/newclass] [newclass=name]float:left; margin:-40 5 0 15px; font-size:65px;font-family:Ruthie,georgia; color:#a2b6aa ;text-shadow: 2px 2px #594d2c, 2px -2px #594d2c, -2px 2px #594d2c, -2px -2px #594d2c,0px 2px #594d2c, 0px -2px #594d2c, -2px 0px #594d2c, 2px 0px #594d2c;[/newclass] [newclass=box]text-align:center;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;margin-top:85px; color:#191711;[/newclass][newclass=pkmn]text-align:center;font-family:arial[/newclass][newclass=ooc]text-align:left;font-family:times new roman;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:100px;margin-top:3px;[/newclass] [atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #9a9377 url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/fate-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] [/style] [style= background: #a2b6aa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/058side.png') left repeat-y; margin: 40 255 30 15px; padding: 10 15 10 15px; border-top: #4ee6f1 solid 5px; border-right: #594d2c double 3px; border-bottom: #594d2c double 3px;font-family: georgia; font-size:8pt; line-height:0.95; text-align: justify; color:#191711;][classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]F[/classy]ate clutched the letter in his hands, his whole body shaking with excitement. This was going to be so much fun! He was going to meet with a friend -- a wonderful friend -- and they were going to form a true connection. He felt it. The complementary dinner seemed rather nice as well, and though he wasn't a big fan of wine, he supposed a little bit of indulgence wouldn't matter. This was a special occasion, right?
[classy=one]T[/classy]he walk through the ghettoes had been a bit daunting, the dirty streets and sketchy alleys making him feel a bit uncomfortable. Still, he walked with his hood down, holding his head up high, beaming with confidence. Chez Jones seemed like a nice, cozy place. Certainly not high end, but could he really have expected something like that? Besides, this would provide a much closer atmosphere, he was sure. Love Disk had really thought of everything, had they?
[classy=one]H[/classy]e peered through the windows, but the grime was quite thick and he couldn't make out anything for sure. Glancing at the letter again, he repeated the words table 11 like a mantra before carefully folding the letter and slipping it into his pockets.
[classy=one]O[/classy]h! It was a man! He seemed quite a bit older, sitting there at the table with an air of sophistication. Fate walked over with a smile on his face and held out a hand. "Hello! You must be my partner for the evening! My name is Fate!" First impressions were important and he was determined to show this man his best side.
[classy=one]OOC[/classy][classy=ooc] my body is ready for thiiiiiisss~~~~
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 14, 2012 11:02:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Gary Oak[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]valentines day? not alone[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]First impressions were always important. They set the initial example to the other of what you were like. For example, if you fall over by accident, the other might feel you are clumsy. Shout really loud without reason? Obnoxious or lonely. Many years ago Gary's first impressions would have bordered on arrogance, independence or possibly even egotistical. He'd changed quite a lot since then. He was still fairly arrogant, but in a calm, knowledgeable sort of way.
Relax, Gary, the researcher told himself firmly. Getting worked up only causes issues later. Be cool. If it's some old dude just smile and nod and pretend you don't think he's a paedoph- Gary blinked urgently as a shadow entered the café. It was a blonde male, dressed in what Gary could identify as street wear. Not jeans and a tank top, for sure, but fairly casual wear that Gary seemed to immediately approve of.
Fate seemed eager to meet new people, or at least that's what he saw from the stride, which Gary found was a good thing. As he walked over straight to table eleven – his reserved table – without looking at any of the others, he realised that the man must be his “date” as the letter would say. Right now the note was folded neatly, albeit a little bit crumpled from his hurried rush to get to the diner early. Gary found punctuality important, especially where others were concerned.
Oh god, should he call himself Gary Oak in front of this man? Or should he settle for one of his aliases? God, if his Grandfather did find out about this, he'd be done for, he was sure of that. Still, he reached out and accepted the gesture of greeting from the blond. A warm, welcome smile spread over his face in return. First impressions wouldn't do good to lie, Gary told himself. If I get found out and one of the waiters comes along... Or if he already heard of me.
If he says anything, it's a middle name. Gary Ian Oak. Don't fuck up, Gary. Don't fuck up. And don't comment on the weather either - that's cheap. “Hello, Fate! My name is Ian. It's nice to meet you!”
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 14, 2012 20:14:40 GMT -5
[newclass=one]float:left; width:0.7em; font-size:400%; font-family:Fredericka the great,georgia; line-height:80%; margin:4 10 2 3px;[/newclass] [newclass=name]float:left; margin:-40 5 0 15px; font-size:65px;font-family:Ruthie,georgia; color:#a2b6aa ;text-shadow: 2px 2px #594d2c, 2px -2px #594d2c, -2px 2px #594d2c, -2px -2px #594d2c,0px 2px #594d2c, 0px -2px #594d2c, -2px 0px #594d2c, 2px 0px #594d2c;[/newclass] [newclass=box]text-align:center;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;margin-top:85px; color:#191711;[/newclass][newclass=pkmn]text-align:center;font-family:arial[/newclass][newclass=ooc]text-align:left;font-family:times new roman;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:100px;margin-top:3px;[/newclass] [atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #9a9377 url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/fate-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] [/style] [style= background: #a2b6aa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/058side.png') left repeat-y; margin: 40 255 30 15px; padding: 10 15 10 15px; border-top: #4ee6f1 solid 5px; border-right: #594d2c double 3px; border-bottom: #594d2c double 3px;font-family: georgia; font-size:8pt; line-height:0.95; text-align: justify; color:#191711;][classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]T[/classy]he other male smiled back, making Fate feel warm inside. The meeting was starting well! things always went better with a good start. He felt absolutely giddy, shaking his partner's hand a bit more enthusiastically than strictly necessary. "So nice to meet you too, Ian!" said Fate before finally relinquishing the hand and taking a seat. It had been quite a while since he last had a proper restaurant meal. Not one on one, at least. It felt almost weird, almost too close, but Fate didn't mind terribly much. Perhaps this was the custom in Cheyenne, and it would be so rude of him to comment on it.
[classy=one]A[/classy] waiter came by, looking quite disgruntled to be here during Valentines Day, being constantly reminded that he didn't have a date that night and was stuck serving all of these sappy, loving customers while pretending to be happy for them. He brought along a couple of menus and quickly told them, a bored look on his face and an absolutely monotonous voice that they were allowed an appetizer, an entree, and a shared dessert for the evening.
[classy=one]F[/classy]ate thanked the waiter with a smile, as if he hadn't noticed just how out of it he was, accepting the menu. "Tell me about yourself, Ian," he said, wanting to keep the conversation going. "Are you from Cheyenne?" He had just arrived a few days ago, and so it would be great if his match knew more about the area. If not, perhaps they would be able to compare notes?
[classy=one]OOC[/classy][classy=ooc] <3<3<3
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 15, 2012 13:02:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Gary Oak[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]valentines day? not alone[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Gary, for a split second, believed that Fate was going to shake his arm off. He was definitely excited to meet him, and while Gary didn't mind that, he really needed his arm. No, not for fapping, but for other things. The blond male, who seemed only about five years younger than Gary or so, sat down at the table and Gary relaxed.
It was his new friend, then. Gary smiled at the waiter, who he noticed was quite disgruntled. Was he without a date himself? Seemed so, by the way he was acting, and from the tone of his voice as well. Gary took the menu from the waiter's hand and murmured a thank you before browsing through it casually.
“No, I'm not from Cheyenne,” Gary replied calmly, his tone patient and easygoing to help try make Fate feel more 'at home'. “I'm from Pallet Town in the Kanto Region.” God, if he asked about his grandfather, he was screwed. “I'm twenty five years old, born in March... I've also travelled through Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and the Sinnoh Region. In those regions I've obtained most of the badges, which I suppose makes me a veteran trainer.”
Gary wasn't sure whether talking about his achievements was a good thing or not. Would it make this one-sided or based on him? “I've also fought in the Kanto League, but I came to the Cheyenne Region because I want to study Pokemon from the Unova Region... I haven't gone to Unova yet but I might once my business here is over.”
Gary flicked the menu shut and smiled. “What about you, Fate?”
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 17, 2012 0:17:16 GMT -5
[newclass=one]float:left; width:0.7em; font-size:400%; font-family:Fredericka the great,georgia; line-height:80%; margin:4 10 2 3px;[/newclass] [newclass=name]float:left; margin:-40 5 0 15px; font-size:65px;font-family:Ruthie,georgia; color:#a2b6aa ;text-shadow: 2px 2px #594d2c, 2px -2px #594d2c, -2px 2px #594d2c, -2px -2px #594d2c,0px 2px #594d2c, 0px -2px #594d2c, -2px 0px #594d2c, 2px 0px #594d2c;[/newclass] [newclass=box]text-align:center;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;margin-top:85px; color:#191711;[/newclass][newclass=pkmn]text-align:center;font-family:arial[/newclass][newclass=ooc]text-align:left;font-family:times new roman;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:100px;margin-top:3px;[/newclass] [atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #9a9377 url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/fate-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] [/style] [style= background: #a2b6aa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/058side.png') left repeat-y; margin: 40 255 30 15px; padding: 10 15 10 15px; border-top: #4ee6f1 solid 5px; border-right: #594d2c double 3px; border-bottom: #594d2c double 3px;font-family: georgia; font-size:8pt; line-height:0.95; text-align: justify; color:#191711;][classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]F[/classy]ate listened with rapt attention, trying to picture all of the places Ian had been to. He was such a prolific and skilled trainer! This must be, pardon his pun, fate. Why else would he, at the start of his pokemon journey, be having supper with a man that had received most of the badges in countless regions? He wanted to learn, he wanted to soak in the other man's knowledge. The menu was open in his hands but his eyes were on Ian, hanging onto his every word. To be completely honest, he wasn't too familiar with the places the other man seemed to be talking about, which just told him how much he still had to learn.
[classy=one]T[/classy]he motion of Ian's menu closing startled Fate back into reality. He tried to remember not to appear too eager, too clingy, but that might already be too late. He buried his head in the menu, browsing the options even though the words didn't process. He would probably end up ordering two random items, if prompted.
[classy=one]I[/classy]an then asked about himself and Fate felt a bit ashamed of his lack of experience. He put on a smile anyways, feeling that his new friend would surely understand. "I'm not from Cheyenne either! I moved around when I was young, but never visited any of the places you've mentioned. I really just started my journey as a trainer... I just turned twenty -- so I'm a bit old for this, especially as a greenhorn..." Fate tried to wave his inexperience off, not wanting to bring too much attention to it. He was much more interested in learning about Ian and all of his travels. "Tell me about the places you've been -- they must be absolutely fascinating!"
[classy=one]OOC[/classy][classy=ooc] derpderpderp Fate totally idolized him js
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 27, 2012 12:23:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Gary Oak[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]valentines day? not alone[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Fuck. Perhaps Gary should have kept his trap shut, or at least thought what he had said through. The exact opposite had happened of what Gary had wanted, and this conversation seemed to be going one-sided, as he'd feared. And the frustrating thing is that I probably wouldn't have screwed up if I had been talking to a Pokemon rather than a human! Oh yes, Gary's social skills with other human beings was awful.
So Fate wasn't from the Cheyenne region either? That was interesting. And at twenty years of age, that certainly was quite an unusual to start your first Pokemon journey, but not as strange as some seventy year old dude. Granted Gary hadn't seen that happen before, but it'd be pretty weird if it did. It was so dangerous, even standing at the sidelines of a battle, because you could get burned, shot, electrocuted...
'Ian' offered a casual smile and leaned back in his chair, all sense of formality pretty much out the window for the moment. “Well, each was unique with it's own characteristics. I've seen quite a lot of Pokemon running around, and even seen a few extremely rare. I've had several different teams...” And my first Pokemon was an Eevee. Yeah, an Eevee-blessed trainer from Kanto. That'd drop a bombshell.
“Nah, actually it's not all that interesting. What about you? Do you think you'll have what it takes to be a successful trainer, or are you looking for any advice on building a team up?”
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Post by arionne ♥ on Mar 1, 2012 23:27:28 GMT -5
[newclass=one]float:left; width:0.7em; font-size:400%; font-family:Fredericka the great,georgia; line-height:80%; margin:4 10 2 3px;[/newclass] [newclass=name]float:left; margin:-40 5 0 15px; font-size:65px;font-family:Ruthie,georgia; color:#a2b6aa ;text-shadow: 2px 2px #594d2c, 2px -2px #594d2c, -2px 2px #594d2c, -2px -2px #594d2c,0px 2px #594d2c, 0px -2px #594d2c, -2px 0px #594d2c, 2px 0px #594d2c;[/newclass] [newclass=box]text-align:center;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;margin-top:85px; color:#191711;[/newclass][newclass=pkmn]text-align:center;font-family:arial[/newclass][newclass=ooc]text-align:left;font-family:times new roman;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:100px;margin-top:3px;[/newclass] [atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #9a9377 url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/fate-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] [/style] [style= background: #a2b6aa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Fate/058side.png') left repeat-y; margin: 40 255 30 15px; padding: 10 15 10 15px; border-top: #4ee6f1 solid 5px; border-right: #594d2c double 3px; border-bottom: #594d2c double 3px;font-family: georgia; font-size:8pt; line-height:0.95; text-align: justify; color:#191711;][classy=name]O Fate[/classy] [classy=one]F[/classy]ate really wanted to learn more about this mystery trainer, and Ian did not disappoint. He listened to the man talk, hanging on his every word while yearning to hear more about these extraordinary travels. Skill like this came with experience, something he was sorely lacking and the man in front of him had more than enough of.
[classy=one]H[/classy]e hadn't realized that he was leaning closer as Ian talked until the conversation was brought back onto himself. Sitting back up straight, menu open in front of him but definitely not reading it, Fate smiled at Ian. "I really don't know!" he answered truthfully. did he have what it took to be a trainer? Fate was so new at this, and figured that really, he wasn't. The battles he had had weren't considered losses, but if it weren't for Mawile, taking control and being so assertive, things could have easily went wrong. A week ago, Fate didn't even know how to catch a pokemon! "Probably not, actually," he added. "I'm really not that skilled." Unlike Ian, of course, who probably knew everything he needed to know about being a trainer. "The pokemon I have... a lot of them are gifts," he told Ian, trying to figure out how to phrase his thoughts. "So I really don't know how to build my own team."
[classy=one]T[/classy]he word team... Fate had never thought of his pokemon as his team. They were first and foremost his friends, his companions... certainly not a team. He couldn't picture some of his pokemon working with the others. Besides, being a team seemed to mean so much more, as if he had to put all of his trust into them, and theirs into him. That was quite a burden Fate wasn't sure he could handle.
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