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Post by riley on Feb 25, 2012 16:38:14 GMT -5
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[style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] If she was being honest with herself, she had no idea what she was doing. Half the time, Riley wanted to just forget about the whole idea of finding her cousins, and continue on her own way. Still, the other half...
Sitting on the edge of the fountain, she watched people walk by. Families, friends, and couples. She didn't know whether she wanted to envy them or just scorn them. The only family she knew about that she would even call by that word, she didn't remember or know. She hadn't even met Skyler, Leon or Theo. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to. Still, she wanted answers, and maybe to know there were people related to her by blood that weren't anything like her stupid father. She hated him, with every fibre of her being.
Her Aunt, as she understood it, had already done more than enough for her. She didn't want to get her into trouble. She knew what a risk the woman had taken in saving her life. Illegal gijinka. That was her, all right. Charmeleon DNA flowed through her veins. She loved fire, much more than she had before, and she thought her newfound powers and senses were super cool. Only problem was, they were also super dangerous to have, for those who were what they called 'illegals'. She didn't even know if her cousins would accept her.
She'd done a bit of research. She knew Skyler worked for the very company that would just as soon kill her to take back the DNA that saved her life. She knew that they all had legal DNA themselves. She wasn't sure what would happen when they met. If they'd help her, or she'd have to run away, just like she had from the place that had been 'home'. Not that she really had ever truly considered it that. Home was where your heart was...and hers had never been there, in that place. She kept that safely guarded, inside her. She didn't have a home, and never had.
She was feeling lonely. She missed her best friend, sorely. He had supported her wholly in this, but he had a family, and a home. She didn't blame him for not wanting to leave all that behind for the unknown and dangerous path she was taking. She wished she at least had a pokemon. She didn't even have that, though. She was supposed to battle and catch one on her own, she'd been told. That or buy one from a breeder. Either or worked for her, but somehow, she liked the idea of getting one from a breeder. Hurting pokemon just seemed like a bitter taste of an idea in her mouth. Why did those who weren't gijinka get them for free, as starters, and not those who were? It seemed so unfair, to her!
People passed, and she sat alone, hands folded in her lap, and long, fiery red hair cascading loosely around her. To the outside world, with her head down, she looked like a young girl, in between the ages of nine to eleven. She was actually twelve, but she was small and looked a couple years younger. If she looked up, people would assume one of two things: she was wearing contacts--something she'd lied about doing in the past--or she was gijinka. Why else would she have red eyes? That was not normal. Normal people had brown, or blue or green. Hazel, even. Grey. Not red.
She had a knapsack, all her worldly possessions in it. It was heavy, but not so heavy as it ought to have been for a girl of her age and size. She had that DNA, after all. It made her a lot stronger than she looked. For that, at least, she was grateful. She had been given a really cool present from her best friend before she'd left, and used it. It was a TM Serum, Shadow Claw. A ghost type move. Gijinka could use serums to give them new abilities. He'd also given her money for another, if she wanted it. And told her she could choose. She didn't know what to choose, though. Maybe Dragon Claw? She could use Dragon Rage, but it wasn't half as strong. Aerial Ace? She'd written a list of all the ones she could buy. Rest seemed a useful one, too. She was pondering this, and had paused in watching the people around her.
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Post by Haru Hamazaki on Mar 18, 2012 10:45:35 GMT -5
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Normally, the City Square was one of the last places where Haru would willingly spend his day. The place was extremely boring, filled with people running around toward destinations he did not know of and frankly did not care about. Trainers tended to avoid the place entirely, since there was nothing around to fight unless you managed to convince a buddy to practice battle with you, and even that would usually net you some angry stares from passerby for getting in their way. Nevertheless, here he was - a long thirteen-year-old boy strolling around the busy square while trying to dodge the Totodile running circles around his feet, excited by all the new sights and smells of this place. The redhead grimaced as he nearly stumbled over the tiny crocodile, reminding himself that he could not afford to trip over her, not with something as fragile as a Pokémon egg wrapped protectively in his arms. That was the entire reason he was here in the first place after all, wasting away the day in what he decided was one of the safest places in the city, free from the possibility of wild Pokémon attacks.
Honestly, he would rather be off fighting wild Pokémon and testing out his Totodile’s skills right now, but his parents had very different plans in store for him. Or his mother did, anyway. It had all started two days ago when his parents finally lifted his year-long Pokémon ban and finally gave him Mizune the Totodile, his first real Pokémon, one that actually belonged just to him and not borrowed from his dad. He was absolutely ecstatic; and who wouldn’t be? Totodile was an awesome starter, even if they did have a tendency to chew on everything, including hands. He wanted to run off to train with her immediately, but before he could make a run for the door, his mother managed to drop another condition on him - along with a blue, red, and yellow Pokémon egg. She said that if he wanted them to let him train his Pokémon in dangerous places, he would first have to prove that he was responsible enough by hatching that egg first.
Back in the present the red-haired boy huffed while drumming his fingers on the egg’s cool shell. It’s not fair that she can just change the rules like that after I’ve already worked my butt off for a whole year! He thought with a sigh as he watched the crowds of people pass by. Still, even if he did not like the new conditions, he was not about to ignore them and put the baby Pokémon inside the egg in danger. After all, it wasn’t it’s fault that his mother was being unreasonable. No, he’d protect the little one, even if egg-sitting was really, really boring.
As they walked, something seemed to catch Mizune’s attention, and the water-type suddenly gave up trying to trip her trainer with an excited cry before making a mad dash for the fountain in the center of the square. Before Haru could open his mouth to ask her what she was doing, the Totodile leaped in without a second thought to the people milling about, or to the young girl sitting on the side. There was a loud splash followed by a spray of water droplets and a pleased gurgle courtesy of the culprit, now floating on her back in the fountain’s shallow waters. Haru chuckled loudly at that, strolling up to the side of the fountain to peek in, egg still clutched tightly to his chest. “Hey, you know that’s not a swimming pool, right?” He asked his starter, but she just chortled in return and rolled in the water. “Fine, whatever floats your boat.” The young teen added as he plopped down on the fountain’s edge near the other, younger redhead, not stopping to consider that he was probably invading her personal space. The egg rested carefully on his lap, its colors bright and vibrant in the daylight. Not for the first time, he wondered what could be sleeping inside it, waiting to hatch. Trying to figure it out based on the colors wasn’t helping either - the triad of blue, red, and yellow was fairly common as far as Pokémon went.
“I wonder what you could be. I hope it’s something cool.” He mumbled more to himself than anyone else, tracing circles on the egg’s top with a bandage-wrapped finger. - - - - - We won't give up! Words: 742
Tagging: Riley
Notes: Excuse Haru's lack of interaction, I'm having trouble coming up with ways to talk to people. And 1/10 for the Taillow egg. :3
Pokemon in party:
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Post by riley on Mar 22, 2012 14:23:28 GMT -5
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[style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] As she was sitting there, looking off in the opposite direction, suddenly she was sprayed with water. She whirled her head to see a totodile in the fountain, and her brows furrowed in irritation. Who did it belong to? Couldn't they control their own darn pokemon? The answer to her question came rather quickly, in the form of a red haired boy who looked around her age. He just sat himself down beside her, just like that, and didn't even think to apologize for the actions of his water type pokemon. Well, that was irksome. She hated it when someone didn't bother to take responsibility for something that was theirs. Fiery in temper as was her pokemon type, she stood up, and walked the couple of feet to stand in front of the boy, arms crossed, glaring daggers from her bright red eyes.
"Aren't you going to say something? That is your totodile who just soaked me, right?" The tone was perfectly accusing--she knew it was. There was no one else with it, and she'd heard him speak to it, besides. It was one of those starter types, wasn't it? This only made her frown deepen. She was a gijinka. She didn't get to have one given to her. Instead, they made gijinka go and capture one for themselves. Truth be told, gijinka had a harder time of things in general. Especially illegal ones, like her. Not that she'd asked to get sick and have to have the DNA, but she had, and did. Better that than dying, but Epispect wouldn't see it that way. Even if you were legal, there were always the black market creeps looking to put you down to steal your DNA. She didn't bother questioning where her own must have come from. It wasn't her fault. Just her problem, now.
She looked the boy up and down, and noticed he was holding a pokemon egg. Lucky. He had not only one, but two pokemon. She didn't even have one. She was definitely jealous, even if it didn't register to her mind that way. She was just pissed he seemed to have something she had to go out and work to get. Had he even had to do anything to get his? Probably not! She fumed inside, just looking at him. She would get a pokemon soon enough. It wasn't really her fault she was hesitant. She would have to fight it, like she was some pokemon herself. It was not really fair. Even if she was capable of doing it--just let anyone try and say she wasn't! She could do it if she wanted to. And she wasn't scared. Not really.
She had to find Skyler, Theodore or Leonidas. It was kind of her fault that this had happened, sitting there like a bump on a log while time was wasting. She should have been looking for her pokemon, and finding her cousins. Plain and simple, she had been trying to take a break from it and this had happened. Even as she thought that, though, her temper was redirected by the fact that this boy's totodile was more responsible for wrecking her pause in it all. Forgotten was the fact that she had been envying those who had the companionship of friends and family. Instead it had taken a turn, and she was unable to realize she envied this boy his pokemon for more than one reason. He at least had them--even if one was as of yet unhatched. Once again, she had nothing and no one save herself.
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Post by Haru Hamazaki on Mar 30, 2012 9:47:29 GMT -5
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An whirl of movement to his side and an indignant voice distracted the red-headed boy from his musings and he turned his gaze up from the tricolored surface of his egg to see the girl he had only given a glance before. To say that she looked very, very unhappy with him was a gross understatement. The furious girl was damp with fountain water courtesy of Mizune, a fact that he failed to notice until there was a pissed-off gijinka glaring him with eyes like crimson knives in his face about it. He was a bit taken aback by the confrontation - and because the girl actually had hair redder than his along with, from the way she snapped at him, the fiery temper to match it. Well crap. [/color] The boy blinked, his face heating at the girl’s accusation - not because they were false but because she was right, although he did not see what the big deal about a little splash of water was. It was a nice enough day! She would dry off in a few minutes with or without an apology. Before he could open his mouth to snap back with that observation, however, he recalled something his father told him a while ago about the one of the ways a real man is supposed to act: “Should you ever meet and angry girl, always remember this: It is always your fault. It does not matter if the facts say otherwise. You have to swallow up your pride and apologize, or else she just might scold you to death.” To Haru, it sounded just plain ridiculous; how could it be your fault even when you didn’t actually do anything? Take now for example. True, he was Mizune’s trainer, but it wasn’t his fault that she just had to go and jump into the fountain. Okay, so maybe it was his decision to let her run around outside of her pokéball, but still! What was he supposed to do, drop the egg so he could return her and risk hurting the baby pokémon within? It was stupid. He huffed as the shorter redhead continued to glare at him, incensed eyes demanding an explanation. Still...he wanted to be a good man like his dad said, and if manly guys apologized to girls for stupid stuff, then that was what he’d do. Whether he liked it or not. “Yeah, she is. Sorry about that, she’s never seen a fountain before. She probably thought it was just another place to swim.” He said by way of apology, a flush of embarrassment coloring his freckled cheeks not because he felt particularly bad about Mizune’s goof, but from how dumb it was that he had to say sorry in the first place. I bet it wasn’t the first time a water-type ever took a dip in there anyway. He added mentally, but bit his tongue before he could spit the words out. “Oi, Mizune! Tell this girl you’re sorry.” He called over his shoulder to the Totodile, who was floating contentedly on her back. She gave a teasing gurgle in response and dove under the water’s surface again, just her eyes and the tip-top of her snout poking out into dry air. “I’m serious here! Apologize already.” The young trainer repeated, gritting his teeth a little at the Pokémon’s disobedience. Come on, I already said it, so you’ve gotta do it too! He thought, blue eyes narrowing in annoyance. The Totodile fidgeted in the water, pretending not to hear her trainer for a moment before she finally gave in with a snort and swam over to the side of the fountain and hopped out onto the edge, creating another spray of water in the process. This time, however, her tainer was the primary victim, and Haru sputtered as fountain water ran down his face in rivulets. “Argh, Mizune!” He yelped, removing one arm from the egg in his lap to rub at the water with his arm, trying to dry himself. Fine, maybe getting splashed was a bigger deal than he had initially thought it was. Bleh, the water tasted freaking nasty. “Okay, fine, I guess I kinda deserved that...”“Dile!” Mizune giggled, trying and failing to stifle her laughter with her clawed, reptilian hands. It was not like she resented her new trainer or anything - he was just too fun to tease! But hey, he’d asked her to apologize, so she might as well do it while she was at her mischief. She turned to the tiny human girl, noticing with a sniff that she smelled kinda funny but paying it no further attention, and gave a quick bow in place by way of apology. “Toto, toto!” Sorry, sorry! [/justify][/size][/div] - - - - - We won't give up! Words: 787
Tagging: Riley
Notes: This post is faaail. And 2/10 for the Taillow Egg! Which I'm switching out for now, so just consider the egg as "not ready." '>w>
Pokemon in party:
Totodile - Mizune - level 5
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