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Post by Kouhei Makoto on Jan 14, 2013 17:35:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,507,a table] | | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/2ebxptw.gif); webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; padding: 6px;] My heart's beating faster Sick of being tired and sick of waiting I know what I'm after.
[STYLE= width: 350px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-hue-pink.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; border: 4px solid B22222; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: #000000; padding: 5px; float: left; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px]Black paws hit the ground in a hypnotic rhythm, breath falling heavily from the parted maw of the Mightyena in puffs of haze as it ran through the city, skillfully leaping over trash cans and scaling fences. Red eyes focused on the ground before it, paying no mind to the people nor their gasps as it dashed past. From the way the creature ran, it was obvious that it was trying to escape something... but what it was trying to escape was unknown.. and perhaps it was something intangible... something inside.
Taking a sharp turn from the Ather square, whipping past the gothic style gate, the pokemon moved into the park, away from prying eyes at this late hourof the night. While the park was a peaceful haven during the day, it was known for the type of people who lurked in the shadows of the trees as the moon rose high above. With this and the high crime rate in the colony, most people stayed within their homes at night, the safest place they could be, even if, in reality, it wasn't all that safe. A home was always seen as a safe haven, as a place where one could escape the harsh realities of the world for some relaxation... but not everyone saw it that way. When one pushes themselves into a life of solitude, a home becomes a lonely place and, when mixed with depression, it can become a deadly combo.
Digging it's paws into the soft, damp grass below, the Mightyena brought itself to a stop, panting heavily as its head turned to the left and then the right, eyes carefull surveying the surroundings. Feeling to be away from anyone here in this small circle of threes, the pokemon collapsed on the ground, it's form shimmering and shifting, revealing a young man underneath, laying on his back, tired red eyes focused to the sky. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tried to catch his breath, one hand fisted in his jacket, the other in the grass - refusing to let go as if he'd float away if he did.
He stayed there, motionless, eyes watching the few clouds that floated by effortlessly, without a care... and he wondered what it'd be like to be so carefree. The world they lived in today was plagued with crime, illness and trouble... tenfold from the world that stories speak of had. If the world today was like it was back then... would he be in the situation he was now? Would he be struggling to keep his head above the waves of life or would he be willing to let himself fall under? No... he couldn't think like that. He had a reason to keep going, at least one. One that made him keep himself up, keep himself going... he had to complete that goal. "Damn this world..." the words quietly slipped past his lips as he brought an arm to rest over his eyes, shielding him from the world for what he could... if only for a moment.
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✔ Tags;; Anybodiez
✔ Notes;; feel free to join gaiz C:
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Post by Arthur Lafayette Moreau on Jan 15, 2013 18:58:57 GMT -5
I'm not, I'm not myself. Feel like I'm someone else. | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin; margin-bottom: -10px]Ace |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/FaceClaims/Arthur-Break-FC-WK-3.jpg'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Fallen and faceless. So hollow, hollow inside! Tap, tap, tap; the sound echoes off the sidewalk as a man with hair as white as snow traveled down the beautiful walkway. Such a pretty night, the grass newly grown and everything beginning to shed its winter coat for spring, the air still holding some chill to it, so peaceful in this state. Arthur knew it was all a lie, he could hear the scurrying of wild Pokemon all around him, looking for their next meal. Also in those shadows were humans and Gijinka, ready to steal whatever he had on his person at the moment – including his partner Ace, a black Bunery with a cute pink nose and a scheming glint in his eyes. Arthur cared deeply for the little fuzz ball, he wouldn’t let anyone take the shiny ‘mon away from him. The moon shone brightly that night, touching everything in a blue-white light that transformed everything it touched. Not that Arthur could see this, not clearly anyways. The blurs looked all the same to his one red eye. It was only his powers as a Gijinka and sometimes his cane that allows him to move so freely.
Tap, tap, tap went his cane against the ground, more out of habit than anything else. Ace sat on his shoulder as he walked, his four remaining senses on the alert for possible dangers. Arthur had the urge to be in the park, the reason unknown to himself. Like a part of himself was warning his consciousness of something he needed to do. Normally this lead to a fight or an agent of Epispect looking to take out any Illegal Gijinka they can find. Maybe it would be like those times, he mused, where he faced down the men of a rival gang or battling for his life against an agent of the law. He didn’t worry about his life, his gang was more than willing to let him die and he won’t mind passing into the next life if he did get done in. But he’d rather take his opponent with him, sword drawn and his powers ready, before laying down to rest eternally.
Tap, tap, tap; Arthur heard something to his left, near a tree he likes to brood against just as Ace hears it. A voice he’d never heard before, the words the person spoke not quite reaching his ears, they were so quite. Maybe that’s why, the person wanted quite. But against this thought Arthur steered his course to head to that tree, the urge guiding him to the youth, from what he could tell of the voice. His steps were quite, barely heard even as he moved from rough concrete to wet grass, though Arthur knew that this youth could be like him and could hear him coming. Arthur stopped near the young man, the blur looked like a male to him and normally he’s never wrong at guessing, “Mind if I take a seat?” he asked. He would have done it anyways, he visited this tree whenever he needed to, so even if the boy said ‘no’ he’d just plop right down like he owned the thing.
A part of me is dead. Need you to live again! Can you replace this? [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] I'm hollow, hollow and faceless~! |
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Post by Kouhei Makoto on Jan 17, 2013 2:29:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,507,a table] | | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/2ebxptw.gif); webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; padding: 6px;] My heart's beating faster Sick of being tired and sick of waiting I know what I'm after.
[STYLE= width: 350px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-hue-pink.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; border: 4px solid B22222; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: #000000; padding: 5px; float: left; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px]Slowly, as he continued to lay there, Kouhei felt the dew that clung to each blade of grass soak his jacket, sending shivers through his being with the chill of the night. But deep within his mind, this didn't bother him, rather... he found himself greatful for the feeling, a slight reminder that he was indeed still here and not lost within himself... or to anything else. tap, tap, tap, the boy peeked out from under his arm at the feint sound, slowly growing louder in his ears - the sounds of people moving around him in the park, another thing that didn't seem to bother him too much at the time, yet it remained to be something that kept him on edge. Kou and people never really did mix well... or rather, they did... but he didn't allow it to. It was something that most people would find insane and would say he should seek help about, but he'd never give them the chance. He wasn't exactly content with the way he lived his life... but it was good enough, that's what he settled his mind on.
Ears twitched, the tapping sound growing closer, sending a shudder through him as his being stiffened, tilting his head to raise an ear to the air, keen on listening. tap, tap, tap... and then it stopped, a new sound filling his ears... shuffling grass - footsteps from the rhythm they created. Biting back a growl of warning, the thought of casting an illusion over his being to hide himself crossed his mind, and it sounded all too good... if only the idea hadn't come to him too late.
Shifting his arm to peek out from under it, eyes focused on the white haired male that had yet to announce his presence to him, Kouhei felt his lips thin. He didn't seem like a threat... if he was, he would have attacked by now, taking Kouhei's relaxed state as an opportunity. But, regardless of this, Kou wouldn't drop his guard... then again, it wasn't like he ever did that for anyone. Nobody deserved that right anymore... only one, and because of him, that one was locked away as a lab rat for Epispect. Feeling a wave of self lothing wash over him with that thought, Kouhei snorted at the man's words, a shrug shifing his shoulders. "No... I suppose not." His words were short and to the point, giving off the air that he wouldn't be preferred company to the other - but was he ever the company that anyone preferred to have? No.
Eyes never left the other man, and they wouldn't until Kou was absolutely positive that this other man wouldn't cause him trouble... and nobody could blame him. Nobody could be trusted in these times so quickly... he didn't know a single soul who would trust someone before they proved themselves deserving of it. Narrowing his eyes a little, Kouhei wondered what brought the man to the small clearing in the trees, to the area that he had saught to hide from people. Of course, he could easily get up and run... but that may make him look suspicious, and if this man was an enemy, he couldn't afford that. Instead... maybe he could dig for a few answers, "This part of the city is dangerous at night... what brings you out in it?" His voice was a little louder than before, however, the cool edge was ever present... and it didn't seem likely to leave.
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✔ Tags;; Arthur ;; Open
✔ Notes;; Kou is in a sour mood...
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Post by Arthur Lafayette Moreau on Jan 17, 2013 8:49:13 GMT -5
I'm not, I'm not myself. Feel like I'm someone else. | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin; margin-bottom: -10px]Ace |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/FaceClaims/Arthur-Break-FC-WK-3.jpg'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Fallen and faceless. So hollow, hollow inside! Arthur took a seat when the young man, that voice was too masculine to belong to a woman, gave his reply remembering to be mindful of the roots that stuck out. The dew of the grass growing near the tree soaked through his pants quickly like the fabric was desert sand drinking deeply of fallen water. The young man sounded like he would rather have Arthur not be there, but that’s too bad, this tree is his favorite brooding spot and the young man would just have to share for now seeing as he felt like the stranger needed to brood too. Ace hopped off his shoulder to go sniff at the new company, who gave the feeling of being tense and on the alert. Smart boy, to be weary of strangers. In turn Arthur kept in mind the dangers of this stranger himself and moved his cane to his left hand, thumb in position to reveal the secret sword hidden in the rouge of an old cane. Meanwhile Arthur just let the Bunery do as he wished for now, knowing that if the young man beside him didn’t want the Bunery near him the fluff ball would back off.
All around the three the sounds of the night buzzed as it got used to the idea of spring. Pokemon scurried all around, hidden in the shadows were threats of humans and Gijinka looking for an easy target. Arthur knew he could handle them if any dared come their way, the male next to him could fight or run if he so chose. Arthur rested his back against the tree, taking in the rough bark feel as a twisted form of comfort. The slight pain reminded him there was living to do, if not for himself then for his goals. He mused to himself when he heard the question, looking into the horizon as if he could see it. Why was he here, exactly? He sensed a disaster on the way, so close yet too far to taste it. The source of the feeling seemed to be close to the male next to him. He’d have to be careful if he was right, this youth felt like he was ready to spring at any hint of danger on his person. So, casually, he replied, “Just felt like a stroll in the park would do me some good.” Normally strolls in the park were good for him; it allowed him to train so that he was always ready for raids or attacks. And it helped his ego to beat up the ‘tough guys’ that lurked here also. He didn’t ask the young man why he was here, the feeling inside told him that it was too personal for his nosy self. So he left the question hanging in the air, if the young man chose to state his reason than fine by him.
A part of me is dead. Need you to live again! Can you replace this? [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] I'm hollow, hollow and faceless~! |
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Post by Charmaine Boyle on Jan 20, 2013 19:17:55 GMT -5
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However, as they walked along, a speck of white caught Charmaine’s attention. White hair... her eyes widened and childish, stupid hope filled her eyes and heart. Maybe mother had made it and the togekiss gijinka roamed homeless as their old one was in shambles. Would the older of the loving duo listen now that Charmaine was actually a part of Team Rocket? Would she be able to convince her mother that, after surviving the pointless hatred, where the true path lay? Without giving her pokemon warning, she would dash toward the white haired person, heart hammering in her little chest.
Poor Arthur’s prediction might prove right, but from Charmy rather than Kouhei. ”MOTHER!” Charmy would scream out, tackling Arthur in a flying bear hug unless he used his blood’s talent for prediction to move out of the way. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. If he did move, she would be entirely too out of it to right herself and would painfully land among the roots, nose first. Oh, how difficult it was to be nine, stupid, and unsupervised.
Shortly after Charmaine’s own arrival, her stunky and murkrow would reach the ‘brooding’ spot, but would decide it was better to remain among the cover of trees. Murkrow would perhaps look like the moon among the branches whereas the stunky silently sulked among the roots and trunks.
Regardless of whether or not she had managed to entangle her not-mother in an unwanted embrace, she would notice very quickly that this was not the togekiss gijinka which had tucked her in at night as a toddler. If she hadn’t been attacked (which was unlikely; both of the boys here were rather edgy and clearly dangerous to anyone other than this dolt) then she would recoil and release Arthur, disappointment and shock fighting for dominance. ”Aw...”[/style][style=background: #8a96a4; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]♣ tagged … ♣ word count haha screw that ♣ notes um, um, i hope you don’t mind that i jumped in?! ;~; ♣
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Post by Arthur Lafayette Moreau on Jan 24, 2013 12:02:17 GMT -5
I'm not, I'm not myself. Feel like I'm someone else. | [atrb=border,0,true] | [style=background-color: #C0C0C0; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-spacing: 11px; color: #000; height: 100px; width: 100px;][style=font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-family:georgia; text-align: Left; margin; margin-bottom: -10px]Ace |
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[/td][td][style=background-image: url('http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l38/Sakural7865/FaceClaims/Arthur-Break-FC-WK-3.jpg'); width: 100px; height: 100px;][/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] Fallen and faceless. So hollow, hollow inside! Arthur’s powers were on the alert before he heard the cry of the young girl, giving himself time to withdraw from her flying tackle and save her from taking a nose dive into the roots. His focus was on the little girl with hair as white as his, making him think she was a Gijinka like him. Not many people have white hair naturally, especially being as young as the girl he sets down on the ground. Ace gave the girl his best terrifying glare, holding back a growl. This child could be a threat to his trainer, neither Arthur nor Ace saw any shine of blades in her hands but that didn’t mean she was unarmed. Arthur tried to keep the annoyance off his face, he didn’t like children much, cursing his near blindness for the fact he can’t see anything but the white of the girl’s hair. Though he could imagine the look of innocence and hurt in her eyes as she comes to the realization that his isn’t her mother and that she was rejected by this stranger when all she wanted was a hug from her parent. The image did make his heart ache, but not by much. This child could have been sent by her mother, or someone else who promised to help her find her mother, to attack him or the young man next to him. Arthur focused on his powers to decide if she was the cause of the alert to disaster he felt moments ago and found that it had lessened greatly. Hm, seems like this unplanned rescue was the disaster he sensed.
“What are you doing out this late at night, little one?” Arthur asked, doing his best to keep the hardness out of his voice until he knew she was not a threat and was truly just a little girl looking for her mother. Ace apparently found some Pokemon near the tree that weren’t there before and hopped onto his foot to tell him so, making Arthur assume they belonged to the girl. Arthur kept an ear open to those Pokemon in case they attacked to defend the little girl. A part of me is dead. Need you to live again! Can you replace this? [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] I'm hollow, hollow and faceless~! |
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