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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 6, 2007 19:36:56 GMT -5
[Hahaha This'll be fun >]
"Damn it's cold," Saii murmured, as she trudged lazily throw the snow. There was no wind, but yet the still air was licking at her cheeks and nose and causing her discomfort. By now, her teeth were chattering wildly. She had no idea why she had walked into this place, but it had an eerie feeling of warmness about it. She decided to rest here.
"Come on, Macaroni," She said, pressing the familiar button on a pokeball and allowing him to rest inside his sphere. It was too cold for him, and he would've frozen up if he was left out any longer.
"Peh, I don't have tools or pokemon to make a damn fire," She muttered. "Meh." After a few minutes, her boredom had bested her, and she had resorted to breaking sticks on her knee for amusement. "Ooh, this feels gooooood," She said, while bending a shinny and smooth stick on her leg and wondering if she would die out here.
((I have no idea why, so don't ask. xD))
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Post by freeziepop on Mar 6, 2007 19:44:06 GMT -5
Suddenly, the stick she was holding ignited, the tip burning with an eerie blue flame. A black-charizard cursed his bad aim. Mighty dragon hovered in mid-air, apparently waiting for something.
"Only rookie trainers lack fire-types," A voice from behind menacing-lizard said. It was bizarre; masculine and feminine at the same time. Draped in a loose black coat, a single figure seemed to smile at Saii. "And so you must be a rookie."
Syl was amused.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 6, 2007 19:48:48 GMT -5
"WHATHEFUDGEIT'SONFIRE!!" She cried, throwing it to the earth and checking her hands for any burns. The stick had burned out, and the light that emitted from it had darkened. After listening to the unidentified man, she turned and saw him, coated in mostly black. "Well, your... GYM TEACHER!!1" She retorted.
((Bleh short post ><))
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Post by freeziepop on Mar 6, 2007 20:00:38 GMT -5
Thick crimson eyebrow raised questioningly. "Gym Teacher? ... Yeah, well..." Caught completely off guard, he paused to think of a retort. "... YOUR MOM!"
Lame. Very lame. With a grunt of dissatisfaction, he took a seat near the rookie, golden eyes sweeping over her casually. "Do you have a name, or should I just call you rookie?" Question was laced heavily with sarcasm.
Gaze settled on Jin, the sulking Charizard. "If you will..." Syl muttered to the dragon. Content with his orders, a stream of white-hot flames poured from between massive jaws, making a fire out of a rather unfortunate tree. Jin smirked, pleased with his work, and settled next to his master.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 6, 2007 20:14:22 GMT -5
Saii stuck her tongue out at him. "Whatever. My name's Ekasaii, or Saii, if you will. And what should I call you?" She asked, left leg leaning over her right leg as if she was relaxing instead of shivering in the cold.
((WRITER'S BLOCK STRIKES AGAIN DDDDDDDDDX))
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Post by freeziepop on Mar 13, 2007 8:43:56 GMT -5
"Don't call me anything," Syl grunted, ashen hand resting comfortably on Jin's massive head. The Charizard squrimed at his touch; his hands were freezing!
Golden gaze shifted to the sky, tracing several constellations that he knew of. "You know any constellations?" Question was little more than a whisper. "When you spend as much time outdoors as people like us, you start to notice things..." Feminine voice trailed off. With a sigh, free hand darted into his bag, withdrawing a cigarette and lighting it. Noxious cloud of smoke was inhaled. Soothing. Cancerous. Whatever, red-head didn't seem to mind.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 16, 2007 17:37:29 GMT -5
"Okay, 'Don't call me anything'." Saii laughed a bit, and then switched her gaze over to the Charizard. She smiled. "Awwwe. Your Charizard is cuuute." A thought of glomping the dragon drifted in her mind, soon changing into an urge. But she stifled it.
"Actually, yes. Yes I do." She could barely make out Syl's shape; it was nighttime, and seeing in the dark wasn't her specialty. "In fact, I've started to make up my own constellations." She caught a glimpse of his movement; faint but still visible. When he lit the cigarette, the light renewed her vision and added light around them.
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