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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2012 18:01:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]"Well, that was an ordeal." Dust still clung to her hair and clothes and a small rock had made its home in her shoe, digging itself into the arch of her foot. "I freaking hate caves." she muttered as she leaned against a nearby rock to balance herself as she took off her sneaker. She had just succeeded in dislodging the stubborn stone from the bottom of her foot when the boulder she was resting on began to move. "What the-?" she just had time gasp before the entire thing rolled out from underneath her. "Ow!"
What the hell was a Graveler doing there?! She picked herself up from the ground and began to swipe away the extra dirt that had now gathered on her clothing. As if I wasn't dirty enough already. Stupid Pokemon. she thought as it rolled away. I freaking hate Gravelers. Bloody useless they are.
"Doom?" Came a voice from beside her. "Doom?"
"I'm okay Loki," She patted the worried Houndoom on the muzzle, "I appreciate the concern." Her dark eyes flickered around the rocky terrain, still adjusting to the harsh sunlight. "We should probably get going. All those lovely marks aren't going to wait for us you know."
Kaila began to walk, ignoring the bright red Pokemon Center sitting off to her right. My babies don't need any healing right now. Mt. Moon may have been pretty tough, but I know these guys have still got fight in them. The wild Pokemon in the area were usually fairly weak, her Pokemon could handle them no problem. It's just the trainers I'm worried about. Some of them may be pretty strong. And I know Vol and Vin would probably like a rest. She sighed. Ah well. I'm almost to Pewter City. If I run into any trouble, I just won't use those two. The others can take care of everything. They're tough. She looked back at Loki, who was curiously sniffing a blade of grass shooting up through a pile of pebbles. "Ain't that right boy?"
"Doom!" he howled happily.
She laughed. "You don't even know what you were agreeing to you idiot. You're such a silly boy."
She turned away from her Pokemon and stared ahead of the path. We're almost to Pewter, where the Festival is in full bloom. That place must be flooded with tourists eager to spend all their money on worthless junk. She grinned. Ah, we are going to eat well tonight. [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2012 18:41:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/hehh.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-bottom: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-radius: 10px;][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center;]WHERE HAVE THE TIMES GONE[/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; background-color: #1F1D1F; color: #DFDFDF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;]BABY, IT'S ALL WRONG.. WHERE ARE THE PLANS WE MADE FOR TWO?[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border-top: 4px solid #171717; border-bottom: 4px solid #171717; height: 93px; width: 95px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: 8px; color: #DFDFDF; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;]TAGS none.
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It's all wrong! The day had been uneventful for the duo. They had been lurking around the routes, looking to observe some interesting battles, but none had come their way. Cyrus was beginning to get bored, although Shadow was completely preoccupied with the environment around her. She was currently pounding her nose against a baby Ledyba, watching as it waggled its legs in frustration. The little bug Pokemon had been flipped onto its back where it was unable to get back up. Cyrus watched for a second, his eyes half closed with how bored he was. He reached up and twisted his left snakebite, still watching the two Pokemon. "Alright, Shadow, that's enough. Leave the little thing alone." Cyrus stepped forward, swatting gently at his duel type Pokemon. He reached down, trying to move slowly as to not terrify the Ledyba anymore than it already was. Realizing that it was impossible to not scare the little Pokemon, Cyrus sighed and flicked the baby Pokemon back onto its belly. Almost before it had even been flipped, it was straining its wings to get away from the trainer and Pokemon it saw as monsters.
Cyrus watched the little bug flutter off to wherever it was headed; he continued to stared off into the distance for a minute or two before he looked down at Shadow. "It's okay, the poor thing was terrified though. You didn't want to torture it, did you Shadow?" The Houndoom lowered her head, a low grumble thundering in her deep chest. That was a no, but she was embarrassed. "It's okay, girl." Cyrus looked ahead and dropped his hand to his Pokemon's round head, avoiding the large horns that sprouted from her skull. Shadow hummed with eagerness. "D-dooomm.." Cyrus smiled briefly before pocketing his hands and walking forward toward the caves. After a while he noted that he was finally on Route 3, but there was still minimal trainers to be seen. The few ones that were available were bug catchers, and they lacked the luster in their fighting style to amuse Cyrus for any longer then a few moments. Becoming irritated with his situation, Cyrus ordered Shadow to scout up ahead for any interested individuals or Pokemon. Shadow nodded happily, eager to please her master. She darted off, her tail wagging profusely behind her. Within moments, Cyrus could no longer see her. He shook his head and smiled. "What a nut," He whispered, chuckling to himself.
"DOOOOOOM!" A short span of five minutes later brought results. Cyrus heard his Houndoom howling, not very far off. He smiled, as he knew it was Shadow. He could tell her call from any other Houndoom's. Her was just special. He strained his eyes, trying to see if he could locate her and the trainers she had discovered, but he could not. Oh well, he could walk and still make it in a timely matter. Although eager to observe an interesting fight today, Cyrus took his time retrieving his Pokemon. He walked, not any slower than he normally would, but not any faster. A small smile touched his thin lips as he heard his Houndoom still, making neutral noises at whatever she had discovered. He reached the top of the hill, and looked down, to see two Houndooms and a woman. Two Houndooms? Cyrus furrowed his brow. He knew it was more than possible for their to be another Houndoom around here, but it just seemed unlikely. At least, it was unlikely for him and Shadow to meet the other. Shadow must have been thrilled. She barked at the other, who looked at her with confusion. "Shadow!" Cyrus called, narrowing his eyes and proceeding toward them. His hands were still stuffed inside his pockets as he looked the opposing duo up and down.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2012 13:38:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]"Do you hear something boy?" The pair of them had been walking along just fine when suddenly her Houndoom had frozen on the spot. Loki seemed agitated. No that wasn't the word, curious more like. Something somewhere nearby had piqued his interest. She watched as he tilted his head from side to side. His attempt to try and hear whatever it was better. "Is it a trainer? A Pokemon? What?" He didn't respond, just lifted his nose into the air and began to sniff. Whatever it is, it's certainly got his attention. She looked around the mountainous landscape. There was nothing there, at least nothing that she could see. What could he have possibly detected that she couldn't? She ran her fingers through her dark hair. He didn't seem to be tense, that was good, but still something just seemed to be off. "Seriously boy, what's got you acting like this?"
Just then a black form shot into view. Was that a Pokemon? Her eyes narrowed as she tried to get a better look at the dark blur. Still, she failed to see it clearly, but as she continued to stare she became more and more certain her suspicion was correct. I think it was. Is that what's got Loki so riled up? This isn't like him. Why is he getting so excited over a Pokemon? She looked down at her Pokemon, then back up to where she had seen the movement. Now a form had come into view. Wait...Is that?
DOOOOOM!
Kaila jumped as the unfamiliar Houndoom let out a loud howl. Bloody hell. Where did that come from? I didn't think there were any fire Pokemon around here! She froze and thought for a second. Oh, of course, it must have come from a trainer. Again, she looked around. Okaay, but where is said trainer? I don't see anyone. As far as she could see, she was the only trainer around. Maybe they're hiding behind a rock or something. Trying to be cute. I'll show them.
"Yo! Whoever owns this bleedin' hound better get their butt out here right now!" She glanced around. Nothing. "I'm serious buddy. If you don't get out here right now, there's no telling what I might do." Still her shouts did nothing. No one was coming.
Her eyes fluttered back to the strange canine. It was continuing to make noises at her partner. Loki made a few back, but spent most of his time blinking at the newcomer in confusion. Well, at least he hasn't picked a fight already. Loki isn't usually this tame. She shrugged. Maybe he's just still tired from Mt. Moon. I know I am. She sighed and shoved her hands in her pockets. Maybe we'll just wait a little longer to see if anyone's gonna claim this thing. As if the other trainer had been reading her mind, right after she finished this thought she heard a male call out, "Shadow!"
She turned to face the newcomer. His appearance was strange: he was tall, lean, and his face was covered with piercings. How unusual. was her first thought before she realized her mystery trainer had come. "So, I take it this is your Houndoom then?" she asked, pointing her thumb back at the creature he had called Shadow. "That's a bit reckless, don't you think, letting it run loose like that when the Rockets are all over the place? He could've been stolen you know." A devilish grin split across her face. "Hell, for all you know, I could be a Team Rocket agent." [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2012 19:32:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/hehh.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-bottom: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-radius: 10px;][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center;]WHERE HAVE THE TIMES GONE[/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; background-color: #1F1D1F; color: #DFDFDF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;]BABY, IT'S ALL WRONG.. WHERE ARE THE PLANS WE MADE FOR TWO?[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border-top: 4px solid #171717; border-bottom: 4px solid #171717; height: 93px; width: 95px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: 8px; color: #DFDFDF; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;]TAGS none.
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If I had you! Cyrus stood beside his happy Houndoom, who was now bounding from side to side, attempting to coax the other dark Pokemon to play with her. The slightest of smiles touched his lips before it faded from his complexion. The girl, the one that was probably the trainer from the looks of it, was looking him up and down, hesitating over his face as she took in his piercings and then finished assessing the rest of his body. His face didn't move much as he let her check him out, seeing if he was any threat to her. He probably was, but how was she supposed to know that? He had a cool composure and was good at holding his temper unless it came to certain situations, like Team Rocket. He remembered her words as he approached her and raised his pierced eyebrow at the trainer, assessing her. His hand dropped onto Shadow's head, lightly caressing her between her thick horns. "I find it hard to believe you would do anything to my Houndoom, even if I hadn't shown up. Does her presence bother you that much?" He asked, although he was not willing to return his beloved Pokemon to her Pokeball. She was out for a reason, and he would not apologize for having a friendly partner.
The blonde tilted his head and watched her as she looked from her Houndoom to his. Her Pokemon was about the same size as his Shadow, giving the impression that it was a lower level then Shadow. He watched them interact as the strange Houndoom blinked with confusion at Shadow. "Calm down Shadow. What would you do if a challenger brought a Houndoom to battle us with? I'd have to use Nos or my Typhlosion." He rubbed around the base of her horns, knowing that she loved to have that area itched because she couldn't reach it herself. The female trainer spoke again, slightly rambling about Team Rocket. The thought made Cyrus' stomach clench, and he narrowed his eyes. "You're not Team Rocket -- I can tell. Team Rocket's Pokemon rarely love them as much as your Pokemon loves you. And she is a she, not a he." He said the last part with a protective tone, still petting his Pokemon who had finally settled a little. His eyes flared, still offended by the idea of Team Rocket being nearby. "Team Rocket wouldn't dare to touch her, if they know whats good for them.." He nearly whispered this part to himself, his heart flaring with passion. He looked back up at the trainer, letting his eyes soften. "I'm Cyrus, the Gym Leader of Cinnabar Island." He reached his hand out, long fingers looking even longer than usual compared to her small hands.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2012 19:01:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]He had presence, that much she couldn't deny. A little enigma wrapped in a cool exterior, that's what he was. Oooh, it'll be fun to try and figure him out. She gave him another quick look-over, again taken slightly aback by his unorthodox look. I love mysteries. I just hope he's a good one. By now, most of the men she had run into over the years would have either asked her for a battle or for a date, yet this stranger did neither. I wonder if he's tired too. Or if he just likes to play with his food before he eats it. Her eyes grazed his face as she tried to read his expression. Nothing. He's unusual, I'll give him that. Her lips twitched. I suppose he could be worth talking to.
His response to her earlier shouts was cool yet naive. "You know, you assume far too much. Come on, you have no idea who I am; you can't possibly have any idea how I would treat your Pokemon. Monsters can come in all forms in this world. If you don't know that by now, you really need to get out more. Maybe it wouldn't matter to me if she was bothering me or not. Maybe I'm just one of those psychotic people who kills for no reason." What the hell gives him the nerve to think that he knows me?
Kaila snapped her fingers, calling Loki back to her side. She gently brushed her fingers along his side, her fingers scraping against the hard silver bands on his back. She felt calmed as she pet him; her irritation at the strange man ebbing as she stroked her Houndoom. As he spoke again, she flashed another look at his companion, this time noting the size of her horns. Even though the two Pokemon her roughly the same size, the man's Houndoom had smaller horns than Loki. Ah, so she is a she. My mistake. Not that she would ever admit it to him. Maybe that's why Loki was being so damn nice. Trying to be a gentleman for the pretty lady. Her hand moved up to rub the back of his neck. That's my boy.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking again, trying to decide just what to say. Look, no matter how you say what you wanna say, it's going to be unpleasant. So let's just spit it out and get this over with. It's no fun to just stand here and talk all day.
"That's why you think I'm not a Team Rocket member? Because my Pokemon likes me?" She chuckled. "Boy, did you ever stop to think that I might be an exception to the whole 'bad people make bad trainers' rule? That maybe I'm a terrible person and yet my Pokemon love me in spite of that?" Another laugh. "Boy, you've really gotta learn to think outside the box a little. Trust me, those rules that people like to put their faith in so much, they're nothing in the real world. They're just lies people tell themselves to help them get through the day. They're not real."
Kaila crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to change her stance even when he held out his hand toward her. "I'm Kaila and I don't do handshakes." The rudeness in her voice surprised even her. What was she so ticked off about? She let out a small sigh and dropped her arms to her sides, her hand still not reaching out to meet his. "What on earth is the Cinnabar Gym Leader doing all the way out here? Don't you like have a gym to look after?" [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2012 15:01:28 GMT -5
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We know how to talk it into the ground! Interesting, she had a temper. Cyrus took note as he watched her body language, his own hand still stroking his Pokemon. She was defensive, strangely enough, possibly trying to catch him in something. His eyebrows raised, ever so slightly, at the thought. Her? Team Rocket? It was plausible, but he knew in his heart that she was not. Something about her made his soul smile -- she was good, not bad. The relationship she held with her Houndoom was unique to certain trainers, ones he saw none too often at his Gym. He looked from the male Houndoom to her face, lowering his head in preparation to speak. "I do recall saying 'usually' when I spoke about Team Rocket. There are exceptions with everything." He tilted his head to the side, wondering what was going through her head. Was she offended by his personality? Appearance? How he acted? His lip twitched, almost forming a smirk, but it lacked the effort and urge to. "I don't know you, but I can feel that you're different than Team Rocket. Trust me and I'll trust you." A pain from his past darted across his chest, making his heart rate increase drastically. He shook his head gently to erase the memories, returning his attention to the female trainer.
"I also have confidence in Shadow that if she wanders off, she has the ability to protect herself. I'd be here in a heart-beat if I felt something was wrong." His words were stiff but his eyes softened dramatically as he looked down at his dark partner. She looked up to him, love harbored in her eyes. "D-dooom?" The tone of her communication reflected affection, making his heart squeeze. He patted the side of her muscular neck, pocketing his right hand soon after. "Maybe I do need to think outside the box a little more, or maybe I don't." He murmured, emerald eyes intense as he looked back at her, not breaking eye contact. His hand shake was rejected, which affected him none. She introduced herself as Kaila though. Cyrus was honestly surprised she had given up her name so easily. "Nice to meet you, Kaila," Cyrus murmured, looking her right in the eye. He looked away at her next question, looking above the mountains to his left to stare at the sky. "Us Gym Leaders need vacations, too, you know, as well as our Pokemon."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 15:08:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]Honestly, she wasn't really certain what to make of him. He irritated her, that much was certain, yet he still didn't seem like the type of person she'd normally want to avoid. True, he seemed to have a fairly strong sense of right and wrong, a trait she normally disliked, but at the same time he didn't seem to be as narrow-minded as most of the idiotic idealists she had run into over the years. Perhaps this won't end in a battle after all. She ran her hand down Loki's warm neck as she considered this thought. Peace would probably be in my best interest. I don't know how much more fight my little ones have in them. I don't want to see them get hurt.
She looked away from the man as he began to speak once more. His words were calm and reasonable enough. It certainly didn't seem like he was looking for a fight. Yet still she felt slightly unnerved by the stranger. She didn't often meet anyone as composed as him. She was used to people full of anger and passion; he just seemed so, so at ease. Is he playing some kind of game? If he was, it was a very good one. He was a closed book, impossible to read. A flicker of unease ran through her. She didn't like feeling this uncertain. Bad things always came with uncertainty.
"That much you do have right," she murmured, her voice not much higher than a whisper. "There are always exceptions. To everything. Most people just choose to ignore them." She began to look at him more closely, trying to look past his unusual surface down to whatever he had hidden beneath it. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she had initially thought. Maybe he was just another proud soul unable to admit when he was wrong. "It's good to meet another person who knows that." She paused. "And, just for the record, I don't recall you ever using the word 'usually' when you spoke of Team Rocket."
Trust him? Now that was a strange idea. What was he playing at? "You know, trust isn't really my strong suit. I'm more of a..lone wolf type of person. If you know what I mean." She grinned then paused for a moment. "Huh, guess I just admitted there that I'm not a member of the glorious Rockets." The last two words of her sentence dripped with sarcasm. "So yeah, you were right about that - hooray for you - but that still doesn't mean that I'm a good person."
She sighed and let her eyes rest on the female Houndoom, not tearing them away until the dark Pokemon made a noise at her trainer. The sound was kind, loving, not too unlike the gentle grumbles she often got from her own companion. I suppose he can't be that bad then. "I feel the same way about my Pokemon." She hesitated. "Well, excluding one. He's still pretty young. But whatever." She shrugged, then looked back at him. Her charcoal eyes met his emerald ones. What, does he want a staring contest or something? "Trust me, you do need to think outside of the box more often. Everyone does, we're just all too afraid of change to admit it." As she said these words she returned his look, her eyes steady and unblinking. Not until he looked away did he let her eyelids shut. "I suppose that's true," she said in response to his words about vacations. Her voice carried with it a slightly coy tone. "But a vacation in Pewter City? Now that hardly seems fun. Why not Saffron or Celadon? Those cities are much more lively. I can't imagine why you would choose Pewter over them." [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 22:43:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/hehh.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-bottom: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-radius: 10px;][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center;]HOW DO WE TAKE BACK[/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; background-color: #1F1D1F; color: #DFDFDF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;]WHAT'S BEEN DONE, WHAT'S BEEN SAID?[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border-top: 4px solid #171717; border-bottom: 4px solid #171717; height: 93px; width: 95px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: 8px; color: #DFDFDF; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;]TAGS none.
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Oh my! Cyrus breathed gently, letting out a plagued breath of CO2 that seemed to contain all of his stress. Another slight breath and his lungs were filled with beautiful, clean air from the area around him. He looked up at the sky, his emerald eyes conflicting with the sapphire sky. "D-doomm?" Shadow uttered, confused at the actions of her trainer. His hand dropped from his pocket to her head and he closed his eyes, breathing steadily and de-stressing. Interesting how easy such an annoying thing can be to get rid of, if one just walked out into their backyard. The air around him buzzed with life, Ledyba fluttering around with tiny Caterpies munching on small leaves. A Weedle peered at the four individuals from behind a little stone, curious but afraid at the same time. Cyrus could feel all of these things around him as he breathed in the clean air, his thin eyebrows lowering as he felt lighter than he had before.
Once finished with this quick (less than a few seconds) action, Cyrus turned his piercing eyes back on Kaila. She had become softer since they began talking but she was still stubborn and needed to be right, it seemed. Satisfied with the impression he had left on her, Cyrus walked away from her toward a large boulder. Without warning, the man plopped on his rump and leaned against the stone, tilting his head back and sighing in relief. He was tired of standing -- it felt wonderful to sit again. He felt something move to his right, and his eyes darted in that direction. Shadow... I love you. He smiled gently at her as she nuzzled close to him. "Come sit?" Cyrus murmured, glancing to the other duo across the field from him. He was disinterested in the conversations that they held earlier, and so he was changing them. Of course, from Kaila's perspective, it must be impossible to imagine that Cyrus has the ability to sense darkness, but Cyrus knew he could do it. He knew Kaila was a good person, and he knew she knew this as well; he left the subject alone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2012 23:40:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]Kaila froze, unnerved by this sudden change in their conversation. What's going on? She eyed the man curiously as he sat. What is he thinking? Still she had no idea about what was on in alien man's head and, honestly, she found this fact quite frustrating. Most peoples' faces would open like a flower once they were poked at in the right places, but he remained ever closed to her. A little bit more control would be nice here. Yet, even as she thought this, she knew she would not get it. He wouldn't be baited by her taunts and petty insults; it seemed that the only way she could truly learn about him would be to engage him in a conversation with an actual meaning. This has been a weird freakin' day.
For a moment longer she hesitated before striding over to join Cyrus near his rock. I hope that's not another Graveler. she thought, looking over the boulder. She had already been dumped on her ass by a Pokemon once today. My pride doesn't need any further wounding. Her ego couldn't take another embarrassment like that, not today, not near him. The last thing I need is this guy laughing at me.
As she sat she let out a low whistle, calling her faithful companion to her side. For a moment she contemplated letting her other team members out before deciding against it. They're probably all tired. They don't need me disturbing them right now. For a few seconds she just sat in silence, running her lean fingers down Loki's flank. Soon her gaze turned towards her fellow trainer. What does he want? Why did he suddenly want to sit? She pinched the bridge of her nose with her left forefinger and thumb. There was no way she could find out without asking.
"So," she began, her voice sounding stiff and slightly choked. She hesitated for a moment before starting again. "So, there must be some reason you decided we should go sit near the giant boulder." Her head tilted to the right. "Was there something you wanted to talk about?" [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2012 14:39:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/hehh.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-bottom: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-radius: 10px;][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center;]WHERE HAVE THE TIMES GONE[/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; background-color: #1F1D1F; color: #DFDFDF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;]BABY, IT'S ALL WRONG.. WHERE ARE THE PLANS WE MADE FOR TWO?[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border-top: 4px solid #171717; border-bottom: 4px solid #171717; height: 93px; width: 95px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: 8px; color: #DFDFDF; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;]TAGS none.
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Cold as ice, and more bitter than the December! Cyrus leaned against the dark rock before making sure it wasn't a Graveler by patting it profusely. His head fell back against the stone as he sighed an enormous breath. When he opened his green eyes, they captured the image of Kaila walking toward him, approaching the rock to join him. She gave a low whistle, calling her Pokemon to her side; the Houndoom obeyed gladly. Shadow had already wandered near her trainer although he didn't mind if she explored, within a reasonable distance. She knew this, but apparently wanted to stick around for whatever reason. Cyrus smiled. Maybe Shadow has a thing for Kaila's Houndoom. How amusing would that be? His smile dropped as he observed Kaila plop down beside him. She sat for a moment before speaking, her voice strained at first, asking if he wanted to talk about something.
Cyrus touched the side of his face with his right hand, skimming for anything that he particularly wanted to talk about with this other trainer. "Nope." He stated plainly while stuffing his hand back into his slacks' pocket. He stared at the sky, silent for quite some time as he relaxed in the wilderness. A Swablu fluttered by, twittering a song to her companions, asking them to slow down and wait for her, perhaps. She was smaller than the rest of them with smaller, cotton-like wings. Cyrus felt sympathy for the small thing as it called out in anguish. Time to grow up, just like I had to. His eyes dropped to a blade of grass that he allowed to preoccupy his attention. "Have you heard much about Team Rocket recently?" The blonde asked, seemingly making conversation although he was honestly interested. He had a bone to pick with them and it wouldn't leave his agenda list anytime soon.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2012 22:06:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]Kaila's hand dropped from Loki and she began to run her fingers through the short blades of grass underneath her. It was dry, yet still soft to her touch. A small movement off to her left caught her attention. She watched from the corner of her eye as a pair of Ekans slithered their way through the green. Despite its rugged appearance, this route actually held a great deal of life. This route isn't nearly as dead as it first seemed. The two snake Pokemon glided out of sight. I'm actually quite liking it here.
"Nope."
A slight frown crossed her face as she heard him speak this one word. If he didn't have a reason for coming here, then why are we here? It didn't seem to make any sense. For a moment she pondered this before shaking her head in defeat. I suppose not every act has to have reason behind it. Sometimes people just do, for no reason at all. Her lips twitched and she bit back a smile. I should know. I do that often enough.
Her attention drifted back to Cyrus, who had fallen silent after his short response. He was staring up into the sky, his mind presumably focused on something other than their conversation. "What are you looking at?" she asked, her tone bored and uncaring. "Am I boring you or something?" After her question left her lips she too glanced up to look at the sky. Well...There's some Swablu there. Is that what he's looking at? She watched the cloud-winged birds cross the sky. I suppose it doesn't really matter.
It wasn't until she heard the man ask her a question that she brought her eyes back down from the world above. Team Rocket? So we're back on them again. The question seemed innocent enough, just an attempt to revive their lifeless conversation. But as she thought about it, she recalled the tone he had used when they spoke of the group earlier. There's probably more to this than he's letting on. Her dark eyes studied him for a moment. But I suppose his motives are no business of mine.
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