lost in the woods {open}

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;] Brynne had zoned out when the boy began to start talking about being psychic and being recruited by Sabrina. Really, who cared? Nobody needed to know his life story, but she couldn't help but notice the interest in Ares' eyes, yet she was feeling a little too lazy and tired and worn out to bother figuring out a way to draw it back to her. Tempted to make a hmmph noise in contempt of feeling ignored, she decided against it when she noticed the other boy, the one with green eyes that didn't talk too much, slip away and began to head back off into the forest like he knew where he was going. Without excusing herself from the other two and the newly arrived Malori, Brynne slip away as well and began to follow him so she would hopefully be able to get the hell out of this forest before she and Micah starved to death. "Hey, where are you going?" she demanded of Eli after she caught up with him and was out of sight from the others. Micah barked his name out as if to voice his approval of her question, his tails swirling in irritation as his trainer neglectfully let a small branch hit him in the arm, letting out a small cry of irritation at her that she ignored. "Do you know the way out of here?" Brynne glanced back over her shoulder at the others, but didn't bother turning back. There was something about that woman she didn't like nor trust, and normally her gut feelings were never wrong. This strange boy was just that - a strange boy, but she still felt safer following him than some shady-looking woman with a scary lucario at her side that she probably fed her victims to and he swallowed whole. Okay, maybe that was just Brynne's imagination running a little wild. But what if she was right? It was rare she was actually wrong about something. "What's your name, by the way? I didn't hear back there." Brynne glanced at the boy, her purple eyes wide in mock interest. She didn't really care about his name, but she would rather him not want to run off and abandon her in this scary forest. x x x x x x x x x x Malori had truthfully been hiding in the forest for a few minutes before revealing herself, listening into their conversation. So, a psychic and an Elite Four member? How interesting, but not as interesting as when the psychic told Ares that he looked familiar. She couldn't help but feel the same thing, but she couldn't remember for the life of her who in the world it could be that Ares resembled. She ran her hand through her hair, smiling pleasantly at Rowan when he addressed her as "Miss," something she wasn't entirely too used to being called. Even those that worked underneath her didn't refer to her with that much respect, most calling her "Boss" or even "Boss Lady" by those close to her, with all affection behind it. Then to everyone else, she was just Malori. Since when had she earned the titled "Miss"? She must just being getting old. Malori looked at the small and round hoothoot of Rowan's, chuckling softly. "Oh really? You must have a really bright hoothoot then, for her to be so young yet be able to follow the trails with such skill, although it would have been safer for you to have followed the path made by the footsteps of the trainers rather than the Pokemon. It's not quite safe for a... trainer with not entirely trained Pokemon to be out here alone." She glanced at Ares, then his absol, but said nothing. "Well, my offer still stands about escorting you two to Pewter City, or at least accompanying you, if you would like." [/style]

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OOC: Not too sure what is happening here, but I don't want it to die, so I am posting.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I want to live, like there's no tomorrow, Love, like I'm on borrowed time! "Sabrina recruited you? Herself?... I mean, come on, twelve years ago I was...I was-" Rowan laughed. "Yes, she she did. She came to the Pokemon Tower after a Gengar destroyed much of it. When she learned what I could do without training or focus, that I had stunned a fully grown and rampaging Gengar long enough for my mother's Mismagius to hit it with Psybeam at only five years old, she very quickly offered me a place at the gym. She must have seen something that I don't though, I'm really not all that special." He paused a moment, thinking about what else the man had said before his voice took on a sort of wizened tone. "It isn't the amount of time you have, Ares, but what you do with it. Look at the two of us... You have become the Dark Type specialist of the Elite Four in the less than twelve years you have been a trainer, whereas I am just beginning my journey, and have not much more than a piece of parchment and a bit of control to physically show for the the last twelve years of my life. Yes, I now have a greater knowledge than I did before and many experiences - that I cherish - but only I can appreciate such things, as the rest of the world does not place the same value on them. We have both accomplished much, just in different ways. In the eyes of others, however, YOU are the one who has accomplished something." "Team Rocket? Really? Damn... I really hope someone brings an end to them soon." Rowan sighed, as he remembered the event. "Yes, I'm fairly sure that he wasn't just some common thug operating on his own... He had training and admittedly, skill." He looked at the older man. "Yes, I'm glad I won too, though even if I had lost, I would not have let him take my pokemon from me. I would have sent him into the unconsciousness with my powers before I would let that happen. If he would've had more pokemon than a Charmander and Pidgey, I might have had to do just that... The throwing knives were almost enough to make me consider it, though I refused to kill him... Killing him would have made me no better than the fetid wretch who makes him commit the crimes..." The second part of Ares' statement, his amended moral line, struck a chord of familiarity in him once more. "Ares?" he began, "What about if they only joined because they believed they had to?" he asked, wondering the opinion of the older male who had more experience in the world. He had his own opinions, but maybe what he said could help him even better understand the boy who had attacked him... "Ah, yes... they're crazy when they're young." Rowan chuckled. It made him think of how Spectre had changed over the years. He hadn't known his other pokemon for long, but Spectre he had known forever and he had gone from a typical prankster who hid in the walls, to a wizened advisor and peacekeeper. It was a becoming quality, if uncommon for the ghost-type. He felt a sudden breeze which served to uplift him from his darker thoughts which the conversation had brought. He had already forgiven the boy, but he knew that the Pidgey had been right... In another life, they could have been great friends, and the thought of what could have been sent him back down, though not as low as before... "Oh really? You must have a really bright Hoohoot then,... Well, my offer still stands about escorting you two to Pewter City, or at least accompanying you, if you would like." "Thank you, I think so too; she is just a bit too unsure to realize it yet." It was Rowan's turn to laugh now. "I think you know that I'm no ordinary trainer, Miss Malori, since you were over there in the trees for quite a while before showing yourself to us and all." he said, tapping his temple as an explanation. "Besides, this is Viridian Forest, and the biggest thing in here are Beedrill, something my beloved Spectre here could make short work of." He knew he might be overstepping the bounds of politeness, but it was all true. Ever since they had stopped, he had been periodically sensing the area to be sure that they were not going to be surprised by any wild pokemon, and one of those times, he had picked up on another human with two pokemon off in the trees, just sitting there. "If Ares is in, I'm in!" he said with a smile, "But if not, I think I'll just keep going by myself... It's never good to travel alone with someone of the opposite gender... I've heard of too many lawsuits to do that... even when the other is a gym leader." He really just didn't want to be alone with her, she gave off bad vibes, and her pokemon gave off the same feeling... WORDS;; 784;; TAGGED;; Malori, Ares POKEMON;; Spectre: (lvl 7) Aria: (lvl 3) template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

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Eli heard a voice call after him, ”Uhhh, I think I may have found the way. Plus it’s not like any of them were bothered by me leaving.” He replied to the unseen voice. It wasn’t long before he found the source of the noise, it was the girl from the clearing. He hadn’t caught her name, though he wasn’t’ really paying attention to any of the people who talked.

"What's your name, by the way? I didn't hear back there."[/s]
”My name? I’m Eli White. And, who are you? I wasn’t really paying attention whenever everyone introduced themselves.” He watched her as her eyes widened in interest. Or maybe it wasn’t interest, he couldn’t tell. ”But yeah, anyway. I’m pretty sure Zippo found the way out of the dreadful forest. If you’d like, you could follow us. “ He said, gesturing to the orange fire Pokémon at his side. The forest seemed easy to navigate, now that he had the gist of it. Eli looked the girl over, but the first thing to catch his eye had been her white hair, and her violet eyes.

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]INTO THE NOTHING,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE. I AM FRAIL AND WITHERED. COVER UP THE WOUNDS THAT I CAN'T HIDE. BURY THE FALLEN, LIVE FOR THE DYING. I WON'T LEAVE AND LET YOU FALL BEHIND. STAY WITH ME, YOU'RE ALL I HAVE LEFT. I KNOW WE CAN MAKE IT OUT ALIVE.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]"Yes, she she did...She must have seen something that I don't though, I'm really not all that special."

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"You really don't give yourself enough credit. I mean, you said you were able to stun a fully grown Gengar when you were just a little kid and, not long ago, you defeated a Team Rocket member on your own. I, personally, believe that that makes you quite special." He smiled. "I've only just met and already I can see that she wasn't wrong about you."

"It isn't the amount of time you have, Ares, but what you do with it...In the eyes of others, however, YOU are the one who has accomplished something."[/s]

Ares thought on the boy's words for a moment. "I suppose that's true." He paused. He knew he wanted to say more, he just couldn't figure out the right way to put it. "I guess I just don't always feel as though I have accomplished all that much. Yes, I have done well with my pokemon, but when I left home, becoming a great trainer wasn't really my goal. It was just sort of what happened. I mean, I did want to be a trainer and all, but this just wasn't what I left home for. Sometimes I wonder if I should have ever left at all." His smile began to look slightly sad. "Well, at least one of us has ended up where they wanted to."

"Yes, I'm fairly sure that he wasn't just some common thug operating on his own... Killing him would have made me no better than the fetid wretch who makes him commit the crimes..."[/s]

Ares was taken aback. "Wait a minute, throwing knives? You mean, the Team Rocket member actually attacked you? He didn't just go after your pokemon?" Ares shook his head. "That's just, wow. It's hard to believe. At least you had a plan though. I mean, come on, I probably would have had no idea what to do in that situation."

For a brief moment, his mind flashed back to his brother; Balthazar had such an affinity for blades. Again he shook his head, this time trying to remove all the unpleasant thoughts that were gathering in his brain. Bal would never do a thing like that. He's a good boy, well, I guess a good man now.

He turned his attention back to Rowan, now desperately trying to settle his mind. "That's good that you can think that way." His voice was shaky. Taking in a deep breath, he began to speak again, "I mean, it's good that you can think that way in that sort of situation. I honestly don't think that most people would be brave enough."

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Ares froze, his mind once again on his youth. "What would make you ask that?"

"Well, my offer still stands about escorting you two to Pewter City, or at least accompanying you, if you would like."[/s]

"I would certainly appreciate that." His voice sounded odd and strange, even to him. "David's probably driving Naomi crazy by now."[/style][/center][/td][/tr]
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How in the world would it be able to fight off a beedrill, a bug-type Pokemon that had a clear advantage against a ghost-type? She was about to open her mouth and offer the boy a friendly piece of advice, but stopped dead when he said that it was never good to travel alone with someone of the opposite gender. What the actual fuck? One of her eyebrows went up, a rather obviously offended expression that she didn't bother to hide crossing her lovely face. She had to admit that she was never fond of traveling with the opposite gender, but it wasn't to avoid... a lawsuit? She just didn't like traveling with dipsticks that didn't think before they spoke like Rowan just did. Or maybe he had, and hadn't thought it could be offensive. Whatever the case, Malori was a more than a little ticked and wished she hadn't insisted on helping him out of the forest. The expression faded from her face and she composed herself, but Stanley still looked angry until Malori touched his arm, relaxing the malevolent-looking lucario. Stanley narrowed his eyes and let out a sigh, though his bristling fur did not flatten, even under Malori's soothing blue gaze. Malori glanced at Rowan again, her words even and free from any of the irritation she had just felt. "Well, I for one do not have to be psychic to know that your arrogance will one day be the downfall of you. I hope that over time you will one day find a way to humble yourself and learn that sometimes advertising your blessing isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, although you are obviously quite proud of it." She lifted her chin slightly and straightened up, her face completely seriously. "There is evil in this world that might want to obtain your gift and use it to their advantage, and all that pride you have will be stripped away and you'll be nothing but a weapon." Malori's attention was slightly drawn by the comment about the Team Rocket with the throwing knives. Sounded like someone she knew very well. But surely Balthazar wouldn't be out terrorizing new trainers and actually attempting to kill them? He had to know better than that. Murder and causing agony for others was not the kind of image she wanted Team Rocket to have anymore, and her own agent should know that better than anyone. Malori frowned, but smiled again when Ares agreed to allowed her to escort him out of the forest. "Alrighit," she said, her voice clear and kind. "Let's go then." x x x x x x x x x x "I'm Brynne Sexton." She smiled at Eli, looking him over from head-to-toe again. He was pretty damn cute, now that she got a good look at him. Much cuter than the other two guys she had left in the clearing that were probably being entertained by the new female arrival that had showed up. Though she doubted either of them could get past her lucario bodyguard. He was probably the scariest Pokemon she had ever seen, even scarier than some of her father's Pokemon. His samurott used to terrify her when she was younger, but as she grew up she discovered that he was probably one of the most gentlest creatures she had ever seen in her life. Micah let out a small noise from beside her and she looked down at him. He didn't seem too pleased to be hanging out around a fire-type Pokemon, but Brynne figured he could just learn to deal with it. "Sure, sounds good. Those other people were beginning to get on my nerves anyway." The young girl walked over to him, her hips swaying slightly as she moved to join him, ignoring Micah's wines of protest. "So, where are you from? I'm from right outside Pallet Town and I just started out as a trainer. Are you a new trainer too?" She nodded towards the charmander, which she figured he had obtained from the professor. Brynne had met Prof. George, as he insisted he be called, quite a few times. He was a nice guy and had offered her a Pokemon, but Brynne had turned him down and instead started out with Micah and her lovely Poliwag, since she had caught both all on her own with one of her father's borrowed Pokemon. She wanted to completely start from scratch when she began her journey and work her way up on her own, not give into charity before it even began.[/style]

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