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Post by ABEL LEROUX on Nov 20, 2012 13:59:05 GMT -5
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abel was always the pessimist. or rather a realist, at least in his opinion. he wasn't one to have the wool pulled over his, or other's eyes and never tried to sugar coat things. there was always something bad going to happen so why not be prepared instead of acting as if everything is fine and happy. of course to say he liked being this way was a horrible lie. he honestly would have loved to be naive and believe nothing was wrong with the world. and it definetely would have made it easier on him. sadly, his pokemon counterpart wouldn't allow it.
being an absol, he had a knack of sensing danger. mostly natural disasters like storms or earthquakes. but he could usually sense smaller dangers as well. not as strong mind you and certainly not as precise but he always had this feeling that something somewhere was going to happen to someone. and for some odd reason, he always felt like it was his duty to step in and protect. it was the only reason he was even here.
he obviously wouldn't just come here for a walk on his own accord. no, instead he was here because he had one of those gut feelings. that something was going to take place here. the closer he had gotten to this place, the more powerful he had sensed it. he couldn't exactly track it down though. "if this is a dud..." he growled lowly to himself, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his maroon eyes closed, an irritated expression on his face. it wouldn't be the first time his danger sensing was faulty and abel wasn't going to be a happy camper if this was the same. he hated being out in such crowded places and if it was all for naught. well... let's just say someone's going to be in one of his crabby moods for quite a while. "i can't believe i'm even doing this.." he sighed as he continued to maneuver his way down the busy street.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Nov 20, 2012 23:21:32 GMT -5
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the zero pair didn't seem to care much, and the torchic gijinka rushed at him, spraying a burst of flames in his direction. with a cry, ryan covered his face with his arms, feeling the singe of fire. oh, god, no, no more fire! he had too many scars, too many burns all over his body that showed his charred past... he couldn't bear any more. he crumpled in utter fear, not hearing the absol approaching. the torchic and human, however, did, and both turned around with a withering look. they didn't seem to be ready to attack him, though -- after all, an absol was just as dismal as they were, he was probably a rocket as well.
ooc: you can control the zero pair, of course. x) [/style][/style] [newclass=icon]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; float:right[/newclass][newclass=notes]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:0.00; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; [/newclass][newclass=notes:hover]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; overflow: hidden; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:1.0; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; background-color: 000000[/newclass] |
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Post by ABEL LEROUX on Nov 20, 2012 23:57:20 GMT -5
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[style=line-height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 62px; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 454545;]THE POET[/style][style=letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: georgia; color: 686868; font-size:22px; margin-top:-10px; line-height: 32px;]AND THE PENDULUM[/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-weight: light; font-size: 10px; color: 686868; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; line-height: 8px; margin-top: -8px;]forgive me, I have but two faces
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"rocket, eh?" he questioned as he clenched his fists as he scowled at the duo. "you know... i've never been too fond of you guys." he continued, his previously irritated expression turning to that of a unnerving smirk. one that was sure to make anyone uneasy.
once his little fact was made known, the dark pokemon gave the torchic an intimidating leer, the zero duo realizing that he wasn't someone they could take lightly. he wasn't on their side. and he certainly didn't plan on letting them off easy. he had more than enough reason to hate rocket. and any chance he got to put them in their place, he was bound to take it. of course without a trainer to lead him, he may have a slight disadvantage. it wasn't something he worried too much about. he was pretty confident he could take them on easy.
his glance turned to trainer they were attacking for a moment, making sure he wasn't too badly injured. perhaps he should try and get this over-with quick. he supposed chasing them down should they flee wouldn't be an option this time. it was a sad realization. but a man's got to do what a man's got to do. he was kind of hopeful they wouldn't be cowards though. he could use the training. without another word he immediately dashed forward, slashing at the other gijinka threateningly.
[ooc: i fail ;v; lol]
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Post by ryan mitchell on Nov 21, 2012 18:03:31 GMT -5
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the trainer suddenly felt blood running down his arm, and he let out a grunt. "okay, let it go, man... we weren't tryin'a' cause you any trouble," the trainer said, gripping his arm. the torchic nodded in agreement. the absol wasn't going to let up, though, it seemed... of course, the cowards that they were, they decided to flee. "agh, this is goin' nowhere, let's book it!" the two quickly retreated into the darkness, and ryan bit his lip before standing and brushing himself off. his shirt was singed and skin raw, but nothing that was hospital worthy. blinking, he turned his attention to his savior of the moment, wondering if he was going to turn out to just be another bully or not.
"th-...tha-thank y-you," he said haltingly, staring at the absol. with his frighteningly tall frame, it was strange that he had such a shy disposition. "i-i... i wa-wasn't lying w-when i s-said i d-don't have a-anything... b-but um -- w-well, i --" he winced. what on earth could he offer? he was nothing more than a lowly artist, struggling to get by.
ooc: hope this is an okay length! let me know if you want more. [/style][/style] [newclass=icon]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; float:right[/newclass][newclass=notes]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:0.00; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; [/newclass][newclass=notes:hover]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; overflow: hidden; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:1.0; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; background-color: 000000[/newclass] |
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Post by ABEL LEROUX on Nov 21, 2012 22:26:29 GMT -5
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[style=line-height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 62px; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 454545;]THE POET[/style][style=letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: georgia; color: 686868; font-size:22px; margin-top:-10px; line-height: 32px;]AND THE PENDULUM[/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-weight: light; font-size: 10px; color: 686868; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; line-height: 8px; margin-top: -8px;]forgive me, I have but two faces
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abel watched the blood trickle down the trainer's arm, eyes narrowed and focused as he waited for what he hoped would be a challenging response. unfortunately as expected, the rocket was trying to talk his way out of the fight. the determination in the absol's eyes should have been enough to set away any hope of him simply backing off. just letting them go their merry way would be too easy.
he clenched his fists tightly as he continued to glare, the extremely dangerous sickle pointed straight at them. it seemed enough to get them going though and he watched them flee with a bit of disappointment. as soon as they were out of sight, the gijinka sighed and scratched the back of head. "well that sucked... so much for that..." he muttered to himself. "might have been cool fighting the fire chicken." he chuckled bitterly to himself. but that would be too good wouldn't it? why would things start to go in his favor now? he shrugged at the thought before finally turning his attention back to the victim as he heard him standing up.
he looked over to him, his expression it's usual calm and unamused emotion as he looked to the rather tall individual, quirking a brow as he waited for his actions. he knew what he'd thought earlier. he didn't quite fit the good guy role. it was typical really. he was far too used to it. of course the question now was, did he still think he was the bad guy here? not that it mattered to him. as long as he was alright. as long as another disaster was prevented. at least the headache was gone now, eh?
his eyebrows lifted in surprise as the man stuttered out his thanks. it might have sounded rude but he wasn't too crazy about it. the stutter. it was kind of annoying. but then again he did seem pretty shaken up. maybe he just needed to calm down. dear arceus he hoped so. he then went further and abel was quick to interject. "geez man. relax." he began rather sternly. "take a breath for a second..." he paused before rubbing his temple. it was as if this guy was just giving him more of a headache now. that probably was the fact. but he kept that mindset to himself as he stuffed his hands into his pockets "you don't have to offer me anything. i didn't step in for a reward." he stated in a matter of fact tone.
the gijinka rolled his eyes before turning on his heels and began to walk away, his tail swaying lifelessly behind him. he didn't really have anything to do now. the only reason he was out here in the first place was to rescue this guy. he supposed he could just head back home and wait for something else to happen. he sighed at the thought, not even fazed he didn't even check if the guy was alright, let alone that he didn't even offer him a proper goodbye.
[ooc: feel free to chase after him/stop him with other means if you like xD]
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Post by ryan mitchell on Nov 24, 2012 13:41:02 GMT -5
[classy=icon] [/classy] [style=float:left] [style=font-family: yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #f4f0f4; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #533B3D; text-shadow: -1px 0 #533B3D, 0 1px #533B3D, 1px 0 #533B3D, 0 -1px #533B3D; width: 286px]WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU SAD AT ME AND WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU LAUGH NOW BUT YOU CRY AS YOU FALL ASLEEP, AND WHAT IF IT TAKES YOUR BREATH AND YOU CAN HARDLY ryan blinked at the absol for a moment; he looked fairly upset. did he actually want to fight someone? well, he did know quite a few pairs that really enjoyed it. however, his face morphed into something eerily unreadable, but for some reason, the calmness that eminated from him was comforting. ryan offered him a sheepish smile and a light shrug. if he could get those guys back to try and fight him, he would, but he was sure that he would get scorched in the process.
the absol quickly and sternly told him to relax, and ryan let out a slightly breathless laugh. rubbing the back of his neck, he took a few deep breaths as the gijinka instructed. "um... b-but... a-are you sure? i-i feel like i c-caused you t-troub-- a-ah, wait!" the gijinka was already walking away, and ry quickly smoothed out his jacket before running after him. a slight pain in his leg began to burn where the torchic had hit him, but ryan barely noticed, only giving a light wince and hiss as he ran. there were more important things than to worry about his own pain.
he caught up with the absol fairly easily -- it seemed he wasn't in too much of a hurry, so ryan was able to get to him with fast, long strides. he was tall, but more like a deer than anything. big and afraid of everything. he strode next to him and bit his lip. he had noticed the absol had been rubbing his temples earlier... "y-you seemed like y-you h-had a h-headache... a-at least let m-me buy y-you a cup of c-coffee..." he said gently, his brow furrowing into a look of concern. once again, his motherly instinct was taking over, it seemed.
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Post by ABEL LEROUX on Nov 24, 2012 17:46:20 GMT -5
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abel was relaxed slightly when the man caught some air. he looked so freaked out before he wouldn't be surprised if he had fainted from it. what a way to go, eh? oh well. he supposed not everyone took well to fights like that. even though it was kind of odd considering he was a trainer. he could sense his gijinka on him. where exactly it was he wasn't sure. but he seemed okay now. which is exactly why he decided to not stick around, walking away with eyes closed, trying to relax a bit from that short bout.
he peeked open an eye as the trainer had called out to him, looking over to his side to see him strolling along next to him. 'oh great.. what did i do now?' he thought to himself, expecting the worst as usual. but whenever he had finally spoke he was actually caught off guard which was clear by the expression on his face. well besides his trainer of course, this was the first time anyone actually showed any concern towards him. it was kind of odd. he really wasn't sure how to respond to it. "it's really none of your concern..." he pointed out, not intending to sound rude, just stating facts. they didn't know each other so why should he care? even if he did help him out it didn't mean he was in his debt.
of course despite this, the coffee offer did seem to perk some interest. the young man could probably use it. it would definitely help get rid of this headache of his. "uh... i don't know.." he muttered, finally coming to a stop as he rubbed the back of his neck. "why?" he asked. to be honest, he couldn't quite believe that he was offering just in goodwill. he had a feeling that he had some alternative motive for it. he just couldn't figure out what it was. then again, he couldn't figure this guy out all too well either.
before ryan could say something however, it seemed something had clicked inside his mind and he held up his index finger to silent him. "never mind." he began with a sigh. yeah, thinking more logically, he doubted his stuttering was the exact reason why he was having a reoccurring headache but it wasn't helping too much. if he really wanted an answer, he could wait until after coffee. that is if he actually was offering and didn't change his mind in the last few moments.
"if it'll help you feel better than fine, i'll take up your offer." he agreed. this guy really needed to calm down. he was still pretty sure his stuttering came from being uneasy or something like that. besides, maybe it was for the best. he doubted the guy would get far without running into more trouble. sure it was just first impression but he had a feeling this guy was a trouble magnet. he frowned slightly at the thought before turning his attention back towards him. "alright. let's go before i change my mind." he spoke before continuing down the street towards the closest coffee shop.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Dec 17, 2012 13:19:13 GMT -5
[classy=icon] [/classy] [style=float:left] [style=font-family: yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #f4f0f4; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #533B3D; text-shadow: -1px 0 #533B3D, 0 1px #533B3D, 1px 0 #533B3D, 0 -1px #533B3D; width: 286px]WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU SAD AT ME AND WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU LAUGH NOW BUT YOU CRY AS YOU FALL ASLEEP, AND WHAT IF IT TAKES YOUR BREATH AND YOU CAN HARDLY it was strange, how this absol was acting. there was nothing that was... outright rude about him. it was as if everything he said was fact, not intending to hurt or maim, which was admittedly not something the timid trainer was used to. ryan bit his lip and shook his head, his brow furrowing into a frown. "i -- h-hey, o-of course it's m-my concern, y-you just s-saved me..." he said softly with his frown still in tact. he crossed his arms over his chest before letting out a huff as he followed him, his instincts still kicking in. all he wanted to do was to make this boy feel better, to repay him somehow...
then the boy asked why, and ryan opened his mouth to speak before he was swiftly silenced. he blinked a little and felt his eyes go crossed at the index finger near his face. the absol spoke again, and ryan bit his lip. feel... better? sure, why not. as long as the kid got some caffeine in him then ryan would say he was wearing a gown of chicken feathers for all he cared. "uh -- y-yes! yes, oui, yes it w-would." his words were quick as he started to lead abel before the words "change my mind" barely passed his lips. his mind was whirring; why? why would the boy have asked such an easy question?
oh. of course, it was probably because ryan wasn't a very normal guy. he offered out of the blue, for no reason it seemed. most people these days, they... had ulterior motives. ryan winced a little and shook his head as he led him, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand. he didn't want to come across as some sort of creep... but either way he probably would. his connection with people younger than him -- children especially -- turned his image from normal to pedophile in about four seconds flat. he hated it, but he also wanted to do good things for others. he dealt with the judgments as they came on account of it.
they reached the coffee house quickly thanks to ry being able to keep himself quiet for more than two minutes; no nervous jabbering made the trip a lot faster. he had been so stuck in his thoughts that he jumped a little when he saw the coffee shop. "ah. th-that was fast -- oh, well, h-here it i-is. d-did you w-want anything in p-particular?" he smiled softly, opening the door and ushering him inside. [/style][/style] [newclass=icon]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; float:right[/newclass][newclass=notes]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:0.00; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; [/newclass][newclass=notes:hover]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; overflow: hidden; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:1.0; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; background-color: 000000[/newclass] |
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Post by ABEL LEROUX on Dec 17, 2012 14:44:01 GMT -5
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call him surprised, he didn't expect the man to argue when he had said it wasn't of his concern, cocking a questioning brow before rolling his eyes at his reasoning. technically he supposed he did save him. but it wasn't completely because that was his main concern but also because he was itching for a fight. you had no idea how therapeutic a battle could be for the short-tempered absol. especially when he wasn't in one of his best moods. which was rather frequent considering he usually was in those bad moods whenever he had these headaches. it was like a never ending cycle. he sighed at the thought as he continued down the street with the stranger, having been beaten into finally agreeing to the offer.
he quietly followed him after he had agreed it would help, the idea putting him somewhat at ease. this guy acted so nervous it was starting to make him nervous. he growled quietly at the thought, unaware his new company was troubling himself thinking about his previous questioning. he just didn't understand why someone would want to help him out. he didn't think he deserved the kindness. frankly he was the same with his trainer, hating when he got too worried over him. he felt like such a burden whenever people did concern themselves over him. but at the same time, his more negative side figured they all cared about themselves, not quite him. even at one point he was convinced his trainer only cared about him because he didn't want to have to feel the absol's pain. he hated thinking like that but he couldn't help it. he couldn't figure out why people thought he was worth the trouble. and trying to wrap his head around that was just as painful as using his danger sensing ability.
he was finally brought out of his thoughts whenever they arrived, turning over to the trainer as he jumped. yeah, this guy acted like a nervous wreck. what was wrong? part of him wanted to figure it out but the other part of him figured it would be more trouble than it's worth. "eh... not really." he began, having to actually remember what he could even get at a coffee shop. well, besides coffee of course. he'd probably end up sticking to that. it was simple and probably didn't cost much. with that in mind he followed him inside, waiting for him to take lead as he wordlessly continued to follow him to a table, almost like a ghost. well, he definitely fit the ghostly appearance. looking like you were albino had that perk. some people actually thought he looked scary. kids in particular. but then again, what did you expect from a gijinka who was known for disasters and doom? he rolled his eyes at the thought, turning his attention to the man once more once their things were ordered.
"so..." he began. "do you always run into guys like that?" he offered, trying to start a conversation to break the awkward silence. too bad he wasn't particularly skilled in conversations.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Dec 18, 2012 15:10:07 GMT -5
[classy=icon] [/classy] [style=float:left] [style=font-family: yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #f4f0f4; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #533B3D; text-shadow: -1px 0 #533B3D, 0 1px #533B3D, 1px 0 #533B3D, 0 -1px #533B3D; width: 286px]WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU SAD AT ME AND WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU LAUGH NOW BUT YOU CRY AS YOU FALL ASLEEP, AND WHAT IF IT TAKES YOUR BREATH AND YOU CAN HARDLY it seemed as though these two were kindred spirits; they both shared the same form of self-depreciation, at least. hell, ryan was still a little shocked that anyone had bothered to jump into the middle of a fight in order to save him. even if abel felt obligated, ryan still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the whole thing. it was still a gesture that abel at least somewhat valued his life... and that was special to him, as sad as it was. perhaps he really was just being too hard on himself, though.
however, he wasn't as cynical as abel. he believed humans were inherently good. there was something deep-down that made humans tic, and ryan believed that was the innate sense of compassion that they all shared. that's what separated them from the animals, after all.
as soon as they reached a table, ryan quickly set his stuff down before turning to abel with a pause. "hm? oh... y-yeah, i h-have a giant r-red target o-on my forehead w-with the... y-you know. th-th-th-th-th-this." he made a talking motion with his hand as he accentuated his stutter with a bitter air. "it just m-makes me look w-weaker than i already a-am. a p-perfect victim." he sighed a little and shook his head, the frustration ebbing away. "th-thank arceus for people like y-you." he looked up at abel and grinned softly before stretching a little.
"i apologize... m-my st-stammer frustrates m-me s-sometimes..." countless sessions with speech trainers and hundreds of dollars later, and he was still not cured of his stutter. it was something he figured was so deeply rooted into himself that he couldn't ever shake it.
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Post by ABEL LEROUX on Dec 29, 2012 0:48:49 GMT -5
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as they were seated, abel took a sip of the coffee, clicking his tongue at the somewhat bitter taste. he never really cared for coffee. it wasn't a very enjoyable beverage. more of a necessity if you happened to need a pick me up or in his case, a headache that could trump a hangover like it was nothing. so he was honestly thankful for the offer though still unsure whether he should believe his intentions were good or not. he supposed as long as there wasn't any threat it didn't matter, right?
after he mentioned his little target, actually wincing a bit as he emphasized his stutter, he frowned slightly, feeling somewhat bad for thinking badly of him for his stutter. he decided not to mention it though. maybe his annoyance towards it wasn't that noticeable? he doubted that but oh well. might as well not bring it to attention. but then he thanked arceus for 'people like him'. "i wouldn't go doing that." he chuckled, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he looked over to him. "but i'm sorry you have to deal with them." he admitted lowly, almost as if he didn't want anyone to actually hear him say that. he didn't want to tell him things would get better cause he couldn't assure that nor did he honestly believe it. but he was bound to get better with dealing with them eventually, right? he shrugged at the thought.
"well i guess everyone has that one trait of theirs." he mused. personally he would have liked to lose his danger sensing ability but he didn't anticipate that happening anytime soon. he was just going to have to get used to it he guessed. "don't worry about it though. not like you have to apologize to me." he pointed out. wasn't like his opinion mattered too much, right? oh yeah, if mizumi caught him putting himself down like this he probably would be in trouble right now. he rolled his eyes at the thought. the one person who he knew thought he was worth something. he still didn't believe it though.
"maybe start having your partner escort you around more often?" he suggested. he couldn't be positive he did have one but he just decided to come to the conclusion. if he did get into trouble often as he said, he had to guess the only reason he'd survive so far was because of his partner. hell, even though he couldn't be around his own too often because he had to work, he tried to be with him as much as possible to keep him from getting into any danger.
(ooc: don't worry about it~ xD)
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Post by ryan mitchell on Jan 6, 2013 0:17:50 GMT -5
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ryan shook his head a little. "i-it's certainly n-not your fault, ch-cher. things h-happen. i'm a-an easy target, like i s-said... maybe if i just k-kept my mouth shut s-so they wouldn't hear me... i-i mean... i'm pretty t-tall, right? i could... be imposing... m-maybe..." he bit his lip and shifted in his seat. at six foot three, he really was a bear of a man, but tall and gangly didn't really equate to being ferocious. he scratched the back of his neck and sighed again. there really was no hope for him, was there? he never felt strong. not even when he stood up for himself. no, that actually made him feel weaker. he felt too nervous to speak even less properly... so he never stood up, ever. the few times he had, he got shot down even faster. it clearly wasn't a method that worked. but he hated how everyone had to keep on going and saving him... that was the life of a trainer, though, standing back and letting the gijinka do the work.
he nodded at abel again. indeed, everyone had something about themselves that they disliked... it was normal, he supposed. "oui. ho-hopefully it's something i c-can work on." he looked out the window for a moment, his chin resting in his hand while listening to the absol. "i s-suppose... but it's a-annoying after a while. i c-can't help but a-apologize for it." now, though, there wasa thought. he was weak on his own, but with tzila, he was certainly more powerful... and tzi always liked opportunities to get stronger. "that's s-something i need t-to look into, i think. sh-she's been kind of busy, though... but... my a-artist lifestyle makes it e-easy to change my s-schedule." he smiled at abel with ease, letting a little shrug go. "hn, w-what do you do? a-are you a student?" [/style][/style] [newclass=icon]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; float:right[/newclass][newclass=notes]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:0.00; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; [/newclass][newclass=notes:hover]border: 3px solid #fefefe; height: 100px; width: 100px; overflow: hidden; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; opacity:1.0; -webkit-transition:all 1.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 1.7s ease; -o-transition:all 1.7s ease; float:right; margin-right: -107px; background-color: 000000[/newclass] |
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Post by ABEL LEROUX on Jan 6, 2013 19:06:46 GMT -5
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he chuckled at his optimism, a slight tinge of biterness inside of it though unless he was really paying attention, it might have went unnoticed. regardless, he found it a little amusing. the thought of him being imposing that is. sure he was pretty tall compared to the shorter absol but unfortunately he doubted him keeping silent would help keep people at bay. the trainer just didn't seem to be much of a threat appearance wise, being pretty thin and almost fragile looking to the gijinka, hence why he bothered to jump in the fight in the first place. he might have not been a 'good' guy but he certainly couldn't allow himself to walk on and ignore the man getting attacked by a stronger pair. of course, again, he kept that idea to himself. in a twisted way, he preferred people thinking he was bad and intimidating. it kept people away and lessened the chance of being hurt again by those close to him. but that was another topic for another time.
"i don't know..." he shrugged finally as he ran his fingers through his messy white hair. "it could work if you can pull off some scary looks or something." he smirked slightly. even then though, that would probably have little effect. the grunts of team rocket were too stupid to recognize a threat when they saw one. it was only when they were given an example of what they were dealing with that they usually ran off in fear of getting bested in a fight. these thoughts got dropped though when he realized something unusual. he seemed to be talking to this guy. not just saying stuff to shut him up but actually getting in a sort of conversation with him. it felt weird. maybe he should go?
before he could even really initiate a plan to do so, ryan spoke again, answering his question about having his gijinka around. of course he could understand the obstacle of being too busy. with him gong to school and mizumi working, they barely had the chance to train or anything. of course he'd tried a few times on his own but after realizing he could still feel the pain he had to back off of that plan a bit. but it seemed his proposal actually was noted which he was thankful for. made chances of him getting another headache slim. at least off of this guy anyway. "sounds like a plan." he nodded, taking another drink and relaxing a bit as he noticed the pain in his head was starting to go away.
now was the time to g-! he was cut off of his thoughts again whenever ryan asked what he did. he still wasn't sure what to think about all this. first he was trying to be nice and now he was asking questions? he felt like he should be worried about this. but he tried to keep these feelings under wraps, his alertness level rising a bit as he sighed. "yeah. high school." he answered before pausing. "waiting for it to end but have no fucking clue what i'm going to do when i get out." he admitted with a shrug. he didn't want to share too much information but he figured it couldn't hurt to humor the fellow. at least until he could find a reasonable escape from the situation. it was just uncomfortable for him. he only ever talked to his partner and now talking to some stranger he rescued outside seemed odd even to him. maybe he was getting sick or something.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Feb 16, 2013 15:24:32 GMT -5
ooc: aaah sorry this is ridiculously late ;v; i'll make this pretty soon, computer in the library screws up my tables though.
the absol chuckled at him, and ryan's face went red. "g-guess n-not, huh?" he couldn't help but smile himself at that, though. he really was the last thing from being frightening. if anything, this young boy would make a better threat than he did. he was truly the spitting image of the pokemon spirit resting inside of him... it was incredible, how those people born with spirits worked. ryan was jealous, sometimes, but he did realize he'd never be able to fight. he'd get pulvarized right away.
abel spoke, and ryan laughed a little, sighing wistfully. "i d-don't think th-that'd work t-too well... the-they're not that stupid, the-they wouldn't g-get afraid of me..." he imagined pulling his best "grr face" and the image itself was laughable. oh well, some people were made to be intimidating, and others, like ryan, were made to be stepped on. he had accepted that fact long ago. looking back over at abel, he shrugged a little. "a-at least m-my partner is i-intimidating... e-even if sh-she's short." tzila would probably have his hide for even mentioning her height, but whatever. she didn't have to know.
an odd look seemed to cross the absol's features, and ryan tilted his head in curiosity. was he feeling all right? ryan didn't want to keep him for any longer than was necessary, especially if headaches were still troubling him. but abel was at least answering his questions... but ry's intuitiveness spoke loudly to him, begging him to let the boy on his way. perhaps he wasn't a people person. that would make sense. "no? hm... w-well... w-what do you e-enjoy doing? y-you could b-be a bodyguard..." he smiled a little as he teased him, tilting his head to the side. "y-you shouldn't f-feel pressured... g-get a job, perhaps. d-deciding what t-to do with y-your life r-right away is st-stressful..." he would know, being an artist and all.
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