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Post by Mikhail Zasha Nazilevskii on Nov 1, 2012 16:58:32 GMT -5
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[STYLE= width: 350px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-hue-gold.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; border: 4px solid 8B2500; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: #000000; padding: 5px; float: left; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px]Streets and homes were dusted in a thin sheet of white, snow falling lightly from the cloudy sky above. Temperatures were slowly falling as the sun began to dip behind the distant mountains, the moon rising higher and higher in the opposite end of the sky. To the singular boy to be found outside in this weather, it seemed that only an hour ago, the bell rang - releasing the classes for the day... but in reality, it was much longer. Where had that time gone? Often enough, Mikhail found himself taking hours to complete the walk home, a walk that would normally take less than one. Perhaps it was his thoughts that lagged him behind, green eyes staring at the snow covered road before him, boots clicking lightly on the concrete with his slow pace.
Reaching up to pull the scarf tighter around his neck, the finger tips of the boy's hand touched the feathers of a pokemon on his shoulders, earning him a warm, welcoming sound - something that called a smile to his lips. When one singled himself away from others, it left that one with little to no friends - but that was the way that Mikhail preferred to have it. He wasn't good with socializing, he never had been. Even when he tried and put effort forth, he always fumbled and stuttered through his words - and where most people would laugh, his pokemon never would. "We're almost home, Nadya..." He whispered reassuringly to the Archen who cooed and nuzzled her head into his hand.
Pulling the bag at his side closer, finding comfort from the close proximity of the item, the boy paused in the middle of the street, tiling his head to look up at the sky, eyes narrowing to prevent snow from falling in them. While others may dislike this weather, Mikhail rather enjoyed it. He didn't mind cold weather or snow - for one, it meant that he could comfortably curl up in the blankets in his bed like he pleased and for two... it cleared his mind. For a boy who appeared calm and collected on the outside, he had a mind full of turmoil, thought after thought worming it's way into his consciousness, rolling about with the others - one giant mess... one giant headache in the end.
However, not all those thoughts were bad.
The young man had dreams... and daydreams at that. Visions and stories in a world far from this, a place where he found solace in a world like this. Of course... more often than not, he found himself getting lost in these delusions and it brought him back, in Mikhails eyes, in the least desirable of times. At school, he often missed lectures, at work, he occasionally had to retake orders and when walking home...he often found himself lost, having taken a wrong turn or walking too far past his home and wandering into unfamiliar territory. And it was that very thing he had just done. Lowering his head, Mikhail looked around, a worried expression adorning his features. "O-oh no..." he muttered, turning around to look behind him, not recognizing these buildings... or any of this street at all, "I didn't mean to do this again..."
He didn't know how long it would take him to get home... he just hoped he wouldn't be out all night again, trying to map the streets and familiarize him with the area for the next time he was foolish enough to walk right past his home. "Someday, I may know this city as well as the back of my own hand..."
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Post by Tobias Aubrey Ramsey on Nov 3, 2012 16:56:08 GMT -5
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Tags;; Mikhail Zasha Nazilevskii and others
Eggs;; None
Layout by Kuroya Notes;; Tobi gave Kuro the equivalent of a lot of word vomit. Somehow.... somehow Kuro doubts that it will be this long again. :l In other news, however, you're welcome to have Mika find little Mulan. :3 *shot*
Tobias' chest heaved as he moved quickly, his limbs having to work hard to keep himself out of reach of his partner's sword. Dodge, dodge, parry, sidestep, lunge, recover, parry - he repeated the mantra to himself as he fought, twisting his hips this way and that to avoid the blade, his wrist flicking to snap his own up to a soft screech of metal before his foot moved, avoiding a blow and his sword tip darting forward in an attempt to take advantage of an opening left behind by the last attack, but he mistimed the lunge and had to recover his footing quickly to get a solid enough stance to block the stab to his left side. For a moment, the two males held still, their eyes locking for a second that was prolonged into a lifetime, and then the sandy blond was wheeling around on his heel, his arm smacking once, twice, three times against the other's side. Tobias smirked softly as he brought the foil back to his side, proud that he had managed to defeat yet another challenger to his title today. He dipped down in a slight bow when his opponent offered it with the admittance of defeat, and then the male was left alone in the small warehouse on the outskirts of Aether that served as his practice grounds. Peeling off the elaborate padding that he had put on to protect himself, including the face mask that had left his opponent unaware of his pride at one-upping him again, the human carefully packed it away in his bag before he added in his foil, zipping the thing shut and then tossing it in the old, burned-out locker that had been bolted to the concrete floor sometime after its abandonment.
Pausing long enough to spray himself down with a hose - and yelp in protest at how cold the water was when it blasted against his skin - Tobias then pulled his white dress pants back on, the white dress shoes next to come on along with the elegant white leather gloves that had become his trademark. After buttoning up his white undershirt and the black vest, he shoved his bow tie into his pants pocket and grabbed his white jacket, slinging it over his shoulder as he whistled loudly, the sound echoing through the silent building as it rebounded off the plain concrete walls. "Mulan! Come on, time to go!"
"Snub snubbull!" was his response, and immediately a little pink Snubbull ran out to his side, immediately latching onto his leg and clinging to it, her whole body shaking. Mulan had always been a shy Pokemon from the moment he got her, and while Tobias didn't really mind how loyal she was, he did have to put a little more time and effort into trying to instill some confidence in her. She was going to evolve to be a big, bad Granbull one day, so she needed to learn to be able to fight back and stand up for herself. Feeling how cold her fur was through the fabric of his pants, he frowned and quickly shoved his arms into his jacket before he bent down and picked the Snubbull up, huffing when she curled into his arms, her little paws tight in the front of his jacket.
As soon as he stepped outside, his nose wrinkled and he shivered, tugging his coat tighter around himself. Damn, when had it started snowing? Shaking his head to try to get some air flowing into his damp locks - he didn't want his hair to freeze because he hadn't had a chance to towel the strands off before he stepped outside to go home - he began to trot towards his home, Mulan tucked up close to his chest to share her warmth with him. A few streets later, though, he ended up sliding to a stop, grumbling as he set the little Snubbull on the ground so that he could button up his jacket. He started at the sound of a metal can falling down off the top of a dumpster full of garbage, dislodged by a scavenging Purrloin, but when he had turned back around from his momentary fright, Mulan was gone. Inwardly cursing his luck, he straightened and began walking, his gloved hands shoved in his pockets in search of more warmth. "Mulan!" he called, "Mulan, where are you?" It figured that the one day he wanted to be home quickly would be the one where she would have to be frightened by something and run off on him...
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Post by Seira Blake on Dec 20, 2012 16:52:47 GMT -5
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A very cold wind blew by, making the Altaria shiver in her heavy winter garb at the chill and the sting of all the flakes of snow carried in the gust. She looked up at the heavy clouds, waiting to let loose their load. The weather made her wonder about Terra and how she was doing. Was she safe and warm? Is she getting enough to eat? She hasn’t seen the clumsy Flareon in what felt like ages now and Seira was worried for the girl’s safety. Her hands itched to do something, and some faint hope in her thought if she baked some cookies than Terra would appear like she did the day they met, though as funny as that would be the thought of Terra appearing through the window again made her a bit frightened she would get hurt on the way in. Seira mused about baking those cookies, at least to have something to munch on tonight if nothing else. Seira’s musing didn’t stop her from paying attention to her surrounding; it just made her walk slower to keep safe (much to Eleonora’s complaints). Since she was watching the streets and sidewalk so carefully, Seira was able to notice the boy with an Archen perched on his shoulder standing in the way looking confused, a bit frustrated, and completely lost. Speeding up her walk, she called out to him.
“Hello, are you lost sir?” she asked, startling him some with the fact she was there and seemed to shy away as she approached. Slowing her steps, she stopped some ways away from him to give him some space. As she waited for her answer, she noticed the boy’s uniform. The sight made her eyes glow a bit at the thought; he was a student to the academy nearby. She always wanted to go to school, to make friends and experience what it was like to learn there, but her health kept her home with her uncle - who was a retired teacher and only kept up-to-date with the curriculum to home-school her. Now, with her health no longer an issue, she will be starting Spring Semester of this school year, having already passed the entrance exams and having caught up on the work she needed to do that had to wait during her last days at the hospital. Maybe they can become friends, if they see each other often when she started attending.
Eleonora chirped from her perch in the scarf and bobbed her head to the Archen. She doesn’t see many Flying types this time of year, since most migrate to warmer places during winter. She really wanted to fly over and perch on the other human’s shoulder to talk to her, but the Archen’s trainer looks so shy and Seira’s neck was so warm she didn’t want to sit in the cold. So, she settled for chirping from her perch, offering the bluenette’s other shoulder to the cold Flying type if she wanted. Soshite anata no moto e ochiteyuku [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] |
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