A Fair Stroll [open]

[Emma Mist]

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[atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top][style=float:left;height:100px;width:100px;background-image:url(http://upic.me/i/s4/096zf.jpg);-webkit-border-radius:50px;-moz-border-radius:50px;border-radius:50px; margin-left:17.5px;margin-top:7px;][style=margin-top:110px; text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/OrPoh.png);color:#f0f0f0;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-1px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #cccccc;]words,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;overflow: auto;]453[/style][style=text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/OrPoh.png);color:#f0f0f0;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;margin-top:7px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #cccccc;]tags,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f; overflow: auto;]noel[/style][style=text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/OrPoh.png);color:#f0f0f0;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;margin-top:7px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #cccccc;]notes,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;text-align:justify;]prince's clothes[/style][/style][style=width:300px;height:250px;float:right;overflow:auto;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase;color:#0f0f0f;padding:5px 5px 5px 5px;border-left:5px double #404040;]No pokemon training allowed? As if he cared. Hayden walked down the busy streets of Pewter watching as numerous people from all walks of life enjoyed the ongoing summer festival. Although the prince himself wasn't the type to play carnival games or go on carnival rides he went through the fair grounds for another reason. Team Rocket was bound to be lurking around the corner, waiting for the right time to attack and steal everyone's pokemon. If it did happen, Hayden would be there to deal with them. His eyes shifted from stall to stall, from ride to ride as he walked down the Pewter streets. He often was able to see a person trying to sneak their pokemon through in the corners of his eyes. The stench of popcorn, salt, nachos, and other carnival foods filled the air. The noise of laughing and crying children begging to go on a ride one more time gave his majesty quite the headache. He wore simple civilian clothing, wearing a leather jacket over a red hoodie and button up shirt, jeans, and black sneakers. His crown was seated neatly on the side of his royal blond hair which covered the cool blue eyes that were passed down in his family. He stopped at a stall, tossing a coin to the vendor and receiving a pack of gummy worms in return. The vendor offered a warm farewell, to which his highness ignored, going on without saying a word. Hayden's eyes continued to drift from side to side, trying to detect any suspicious activity. He felt a firm thud on his chest, followed by the sound of a loud, childish cry. Hayden looked down to a pathetic scene, his eyes met with the eyes a young boy that'd ran into him. He noticed a balloon drifting aimlessly above his head, floating higher and higher toward the big blue sky. "Get lost, kid." He popped a gummy worm into his mouth and walked around the child, ignoring the weird looks that he was given for ignoring the child. Hayden then wondered if there was a possibility that he would be recognized as a member of the Elite 4. Although there was a chance of it, he doubted it. Hayden was still rather new as a member of the Elite 4, not only that but the Elite 4 were nowhere as famous as the gym leaders, trainers thought of as the strongest of their town. He preferred it this way, he wouldn't want any kind of paparazzi showing up. Hayden was on a mission of sorts, being recognized would just screw it all up. Rocket wouldn't want to attack if they knew one of the Elite 4 were there.[/style]

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[classy=lei] [/classy] [newclass=lei]height:100px; width:360px;[/newclass] [newclass=lei:hover]opacity: 0.75;transition: 0.9s; -moz-transition: 0.9s; -webkit-transition: 0.9s; -o-transition: 0.9s;position:relative;[/newclass] [classy=contents] ♠ I'm a Lone Wolf Running ♠ Life seems too refreshing, and so as the morning sun. The rays hit his eyes, which were kind of irritating for him somehow. The black haired male was carrying a stack of food with a small paper bag while bringing with him one of his trusted partners out. Yes, everyone knows that the Team Rocket has been stealing pokemon about but what can Keiba do to his stubborn family – like partners? He just wishes that no one will probably get on his way, or no team Rocket would stop by and try steal them; specifically that he’s carrying a bag of food just for him to cook later on for his aunt and his sister. His pale face made a sighing expression, while he fidgety looks around Pewter City. He can always buy food on other places, but why did he chose to buy on such bad timing? He just wanted to test out the food of Pewter City anyway, and every city where he can play along. To him, roaming around is not a waste. He considered it like a souvenir or anything that is similar near to it. Anyhow, the look of the faces of other people was rather annoying him. Being much of a loner did make him think that way, or it was his over – independency that was causing these slightly mixed feeling problems. His partner, Gen (a Gallade) had been walking beside him for some time. It made Keiba look for awhile. “What’s wrong, you saw something interesting?” he asked the Gallade, which shook its head for a short while, and then followed suite with his master. Keiba only remained blank while he carries his stuff instead of asking his partner. Then again, he didn’t care if his pokemon who almost has his height would be beside him. Nothing bad would happen… that’s what his instinct says. Bored by walking, it seems to him that he caught attention of a crying child. He was affectionate towards those things… since he did took care of a little sister until now. He blinked his eyes when he saw the other person walk like he didn’t really care about it. How… immature… the more the child cried the more the black haired male sighed and placed the bag on his Gallade’s hand. He picked some of sweet stuff that he just bought awhile on the shop and gave it to the kid instead. ”Stop crying, you can have this instead.” he said, offering the child with the sweet candy and then hoped that it would simply calm it down, though Keiba sighs pale. That candy was for Raion… He really liked buying stuff for her even if she denies it. He was about to get the bag from Gen but the Gallade walked without waiting for him, as if his master would follow. “Oi, why are you leaving me again?” he muttered low on his breath while he walks. As he does, he passed by a plushie store of pokemon, which actually probably upset his partner. “Gen, I’m buying one of these. Don’t you think it’d be cute if Raion has one? That person never knew how to be a girl.” Wait – that was a probable insult. ”…” Gen didn’t say anything, though he never grew tired of Keiba mentioning his sister’s name everyday. The Gallade got used to it. Keiba was about to pick up a plushie on the open stall but he first saw a younger guy. He blinked his eyes, probably thinking that his actions were rather strange, but instead, he shoves the topic to curiosity. “Do you want one?” His voice was stern yet simple, and also deep, monotone to be exact. Well, he is part anti-social to begin with. [/classy] [newclass=contents]background-color:#357EC7;height: 30px; width: 360px; border: #357EC7 2px solid;margin-top:-70px;margin-bottom:-50px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=contents:hover]background-color:#357EC7;height: 350px; width: 360px; border: skyblue 2px solid; overflow-x:hidden;overflow-y:auto;transition: 0.9s; -moz-transition: 0.9s; -webkit-transition: 0.9s; -o-transition: 0.9s;position:relative; font-family:georgia;font-size:10px;color:white;[/newclass] [classy=credits] THE TAG noel, hayden WORDS 630 MUSIC [K] Project - Circle of Friends NOTES sorry for the late response, Newt D: TEMPLATE BY gannello of AW, BS and BTN.

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[Emma Mist]

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[/b] He nodded to himself with approval, smiling also small but got disturbed when his Gallade was a bit close. His face turned blank again, and with his monotone words, he asked. “What is it this time? You want a plushie too? I can’t find a Gallade or a Gardevoir.”[/b] He spoke to it like a brother again, while he stretches his back to stand firm and he was being bothered more.

The black haired male decided to look at what his partner was observing. He remained quickly silent a bit, having his bag carried on one free hand, and then placed the plushie inside too. “It’s kind of rude to stare at people, and not just only me.”[/b] He wasn’t dumb not to recognize it too, unless if he let Gen handle this thing. Like what he feels, he gets irritated and annoyed when someone observes him from behind, and it would be a rather typical stranger.[/size][/blockquote][/classy]
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THE TAG noel, hayden WORDS 537 MUSIC [K] Project - Circle of Friends
NOTES bleh what am I doing. ._.
^{TEMPLATE BY gannello of AW, BS and BTN.}

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[Emma Mist]

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[STYLE=font-size: 9px;]BY RINNE OF BTN[/style]

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[/b] His tone was straight and without flaw, while he closes his eyes. He remembered one time when a Grunt tried to take his precious Piplup away and was so irritated with that too. He doesn’t want that happening anyhow. Those bad guys are not really welcome or should I say, not very welcoming indeed. His thoughts were also blank to that.

Hopefully he won’t scare the kid in front of him. He knew that by his way of speaking he can be depicted as a bad guy himself too, but he cannot change that.

On the other hand, he did notice another presence. Stares were disturbing. He did literally mean it. As he looked at the side to see who the other was, he just blinked blanker than usual. Silence treatment was the best.[/size][/blockquote][/classy]
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THE TAG noel, hayden WORDS 512 MUSIC [K] Project - Circle of Friends
NOTES bleh what am I doing. ._.
^{TEMPLATE BY gannello of AW, BS and BTN.}

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[Emma Mist]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-left: 25px solid #ffeb8c; background: #9b4242; width: 450px; padding: 20px 10px 20px 20px, bTable][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; -moz-transform:rotate(11deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(11deg); -o-transform:rotate(11deg); width: 100px; height: 100px; float: right][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 1; -moz-transform:rotate(3deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(3deg); -o-transform:rotate(3deg); width: 103px; height: 103px; float: right; background: #fff17f; margin-right: -86px] [/style][STYLE=float: top; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: #ffeb8c; font-size: 26pt; letter-spacing: -1px; margin: 30px 0px 0px -5px]You Encountered[/style][STYLE=font-family: 04b03; font-size: 7pt; color: #ffeb8c; line-height: 1; float: center; text-align: justify; width: 265px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: -2px]PKMN Trainer NOEL![/style] [STYLE=margin-top: -4px; width: 368px; background: #ffeb8c; height: 9px] [/style][STYLE=color: #ffeb8c; width: 368px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 7px]The orange haired teenager looked the strange man. The way he was dressed, and the way he flaunted his Pokemon around the fairgrounds. It wasn't everyday that Noel saw a 'rare' Pokemon just out and about. Actually, he hardly ever saw a Pokemon at all anymore. Even the wild Pokemon were too scared to come out half of the time. Noel still wasn't completely sold on this guys attitude of not being a Team Rocket member. Of course that's what he would tell him Noel, to try and get him to hand over his Pokemon. Fat chance that would happen though. ""Well if you aren't are Team Rocket member, then who are you?". ." Noel was in no position to be demanding things of strangers, since he too had his Noctowl out. The strange guy could have thought the Noel was here to take his Pokemon, but that wasn't the case. After all, Noel was wearing a purple sleeveless shirt that came up to his mouth. There was no way he could look like a Grunt. The teenage boy could almost feel the Gallade prescience, just its power alone was making Thorn uncomfortable. How could anyone stand being near that Pokemon? the guilt washed over Noel immediately after he though it. words: 212 tags: Keiba, Hayden credits: made by gimmick/echo of BtN[/style]