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Post by ciaranblackwell on Aug 1, 2012 6:52:41 GMT -5
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NOTES We could start winding it down if you'd like?[/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]Observing the obvious affection Noah's Pokemon had for him, Ciaran became certain that, while he hadn't been able to say what he'd wanted, Noah would be fine. The kind scene brought a secretive smile to his lips, and the darker male absently reached out to stroke Yamask above the eyes.
Then the embarrassed confession Noah made while turning down the drink turned Ciaran's smile from secretive to amused, forcing him to hide it behind a lifted hand so as to not to appear rude. "A good choice then, if it is that bad." Inwardly, he was a little relieved.
While weeks of library study, trying to piece together the world's history, might have driven anyone to drink, Ciaran was always very careful to just sip enough to dull the inevitable migraines that staring at tiny lines of damaged text for hours on end would give him. There was a bar not far at all from the library that made it much easier. However, he hadn't drank reacreationally in a very long time, and couldn't afford the risk that he might be a very talkative drunk.
"Well..." Ciaran began again, a hint of hope in his voice. "What was it that you were going to do, before I stopped you?" Noah seemed to need company, and while he hadn't expected it, Ciaran realized that it was what he needed as well. A job could wait. Right now, he wanted was going to take the chance to make a good friend. It might convince his parents to stop looking at him funny for a while. [/style] |
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Post by Noah Kyo on Aug 1, 2012 7:19:38 GMT -5
Noah turned sharp lavender eyes on Ciaran, his expression a mask of faux tragedy. "You have no idea," he lamented, throwing his hands up into the air. "It's so weird waking up hungover as hell at someone else's house and not really knowing how I got there, and even worse, I get absolutely no sympathy from these guys!" He glared at his Pokemon, mock pouting, and Monument just puffed his flame up, glaring right back. The Litwick was not the least bit concerned about his Trainer's oddities; so long as he knew he was one of Monument's loyal subjects, that was all that mattered. Noah stuck his tongue out immaturely at the Litwick, and the little candle Pokemon did the exact same thing. The Cofagrigus Gijinka leaned in and stuck his tongue out further, and that was when Monument flared his fire, catching his Trainer's tongue with his flame. "Ow ow ow ow ow, holy shit that hurts!" Noah yelped, pulling back and fanning air into his mouth while he glared at Monument reproachfully. The little Litwick just stuck his tongue out in return and returned to observing his kingdom, the rebellion successfully quelled. He then turned to Ciaran, his tongue still stuck out of his mouth. "Well, I was gonna go home," he muttered, pulling his tongue back in so it was obvious what he was saying before he stuck it back out again to try to get the tingling feeling of pain out of the poor appendage. "But you can come too if you want." OOC: XD Al, I can handle it. Promise. I had no idea what to put in here *waves arms around in the OOC area* but it feels odd to me to leave it blank. Noah's rather active in my head right now, so I can do whatever it is you want to do with this thread, kay? Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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Post by ciaranblackwell on Aug 1, 2012 11:10:28 GMT -5
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NOTES CHANGED NOTES THIS TIME![/style] [STYLE=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 100!important; float: left; width: 100px; word-spacing: 1px; padding: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; margin-top: 319px; margin-left: -127px;][/style] | [STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca]Ciaran watched with no small amount of amusement as his previous observations about Noah and his Pokemon were apparently proven false. But he knew better. Snorunt had numbed his face a few times when she felt that he was spending too much time with the books, but it was all for his own good. The other boy recovered well enough, but Ciaran arched an eyebrow incredulously anyhow.
"To your home?" Ciaran hesitated and glanced up at the sky, eyes catching the moonlight. "I had hoped to take advantage of the night a little more." He looked back down, and spotted Yamask rotating on his mask in amusment at the Fire-type's antics. A gentle wave of his hand at the Ghost stopped that, and Ciaran shot an apologetic smile at Noah. "Maybe explore a little."
"I could walk you home," He offered as a compromise, in case Noah really wanted to leave. He wouldn't stay of course, but... maybe he could get an invitation back. [/style] |
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Post by Noah Kyo on Aug 1, 2012 12:06:58 GMT -5
Forlorn and Helena sighed quietly, sharing a look. When would their Trainer ever learn? Helena floated closer to Noah, inspecting his tongue quietly before nodding and floating a little ways away while Forlorn went down to Cleopatra. The little Snorunt made a quiet sound of surprise when the Duskull picked her up, bringing her up to Noah's tongue. She was a little confused until she saw how red it was, and immediately things began to make sense in her head. Using a gentle little Powder Snow on the male's tongue, she smiled when he let out a long sigh, muscles relaxing as he pat her on the head. "Thank you, Cleo," he murmured, smiling gently. "You too, Forlorn." Both Pokemon let out little sounds of contentment, Forlorn putting Cleopatra back down again to continue her fun with Grudge. He then looked at Ciaran with an easy smile, shoving his hands into his tight leather pants that hung low on his waist. "We can go anywhere, I wasn't going home to do all too much more than maybe watch a movie if there were any on or try to clean it up a little if there weren't. I'd much rather go on the prowl with you than just go home." Yes, Noah liked to be on the prowl. That feeling of knowing he had managed to gain a partner, the opportunity to feel like, for one night, that he was the center of someone's world, that he was wanted and loved... yes, he liked that. He liked that very much. OOC: :O Changing notes? IMPOSSIBLE! Oh wait, no, it's totally possible, what am I talking about? *shot for the YGOTAS reference* Team- Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena
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