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Post by COMET on Jun 10, 2018 23:11:56 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]first round: solo performance! [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  [break][break] And here we have the audiences, spectators, and viewers. Outside of the stadium there is a large screen showcasing the contests that's going inside; whereas, should your character be inside, you can all talk amongst yourselves and be an audience watching from the stands. Just make sure to specify your location so that others don't get confused as to whether you're inside or out, but yeah! This is just a thread to allow people talk amongst themselves, meet one another and what have you. Make comments on everyone's performance and choices. And, yes, before you freakin' ask, this will count as a Participation Award for placing your character in the event as a member of the audience/viewership. Have fun. [googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Roboto+Condensed] [newclass=.Vgentempbox]width:425px;background-color:#fff;border:1px solid #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentemptitle]width:405px;height:50px;background-color:#5aa0d6;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:18px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fbfbfb;line-height:50px;text-align:right;padding-right:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv]width:350px;padding:25px;font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#777777;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv b]font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#dc584d;font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempheader]width:350px;height:50px;font-family:Roboto+Condensed;font-size:15px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#777777;line-height:80px;text-align:left;border-bottom:3px solid #3e3c6d;margin-bottom:20px;margin-top:-15px;[/newclass] |
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Post by noelani palm on Jun 11, 2018 0:09:18 GMT -5
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Kitten, Dratini, and GYARADOS are resting in the grass![break][break]
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Post by ALEC VON KLAUSS on Jun 11, 2018 0:26:06 GMT -5
[attr="class","cfbase"] [attr="class","cftop"] [attr="class","cficon"]  [attr="class","cfboxbase"] better the gambler, worse the man [attr="class","cfbox"] with but a single crutch by his side. the young male, and his assistant, made haste to venture into the stadium. the blonde male was none other than alec. a freshly, white bandaged replacing his old was clothed around his head. his right leg still remained within a cast. "i can do it myself, cecilia!" he screamed, snatching away from his helper. he was high in the audience watching from above the stadium, awaiting for the match to start. he was angry, angry at the fact that he couldn't participate in the contest.
tightly clenching his fist that held the crutch. his grip would lessen upon taking a breather. alec, annoyed, just couldn't stand being here without--without his partner in crime, his other half their devilish title. "this is stupid," he winced in pain. could he have performed with these injuries, with his current mental condition? "no way that i could have, right..." he grabbed the right side of his eye trying to hold back tears of anguish. "this is bullshit..." ceciilia, his caretaker, watched with sorrow eyes.
alec would begin to leave, upon making his exit, his caretaker by his side, and venturing back outside. the blonde would come to stop and see a girl resting outside with her Pokemon in tow. alec was adorning a short-sleeve V-neck as his top, a pair of gray sweatshorts, a cast upon his right leg and a black sandal on his left. "...you're," he remembered that girl from that night. they never spoke, but he did remember seeing her.
"cecilia, go away. go buy me a pillow or something." sending the caretaker off. he'd waltz to sit alongside the woman bikini wearing woman. falling onto the grass by her side. he'd lie upon the grass as if it were his body. staring up at the sky, he'd ask, "why are you here..." he asked within an annoyed manner.
tl;dr edited my post. he sent the caretaker off elsewhere. he's laying beside snow in the grass, wondering why the lillipup crap is she here.
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Post by LUSAMINE on Jun 11, 2018 1:34:43 GMT -5
{  } heels tapped in perfect tempo on the floor as shimmering blonde shone under moonlight's blessing. the night sky almost convulsed in that moment. maybe it saw a familiar face, or maybe it was a trick of the eye. the air was tepid and brisk all at once. tepid from heat of the spectators, brisk from the anticipation. all the same, it was nigh lukewarm. almost unaccountable, perhaps. in any case, there was an air of tension. held breath. wandering eyes. wondering minds, trying to find the latest attraction. the newest fashion. some found that glimpse of blonde, in the midst of their morbid curiosity. maybe it was a glance, or maybe it was a pit of dropping fear when they realized exactly who had entered with her heels tapping along the floor in a perfect 4/4 beat. and maybe their eyes were glued to her hips and hair, which swayed like a perfect pendulum as they parted the sea of crowd, or maybe their eyes were glued to her clothes, for they appealed to their own sense of beauty. or maybe they were glued to her eyes. because she was staring. right at theirs. green, with the dim shimmer of faraway suns and a faraway moon. lusamine could only smile at those people. a smile that dropped a second iron ball down their stomach, if the first wasn't enough. it was suffocating, but almost like a romantic asphyxiation, like you want to choke, because you're sick and twisted, and there's something wrong with you, but you simply don't want to see it. or maybe, it was not. in any case. lusamine took a seat, and there should be so many more words to describe that. ◓{ lusamine has entered the building! }MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by noelani palm on Jun 11, 2018 10:17:38 GMT -5
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Post by NURSE JOY on Jun 11, 2018 10:27:39 GMT -5
[attr="class","joy2"] [attr="class","joy1"]    [attr="class","joyless"]A hand patted at painted red lips, a large yawn escaping from them. Pulling her hand away, the woman slacked forward with tired eyes. Dressed from head to toe in a Nurse Joy uniform with her own flare of black rather then pink, the Nurse stood there with a locked case of medicine. Sat at her feet was a perky Eevee happily looking around at the stage and spectators located inside. Happily sitting there with a black skull scarf tied around his neck, along his back was a miniature case of medicine and Pokemon medical items that might be needed. He watched in amazement as people mingled in the crowd and then his attention was instantly averted by the first performance as he watched in enthusiasm. Tucked in a nook and cranny away from the crowd but still within reach of the stage, Joy stood there with no enthusiasm in her expression. Auburn eyes slid along the horizon to slowly catch the sight of an individual walking past her. Holding a hand out, she placed her hand like a striking snake on their shoulder. Painted black nails gripping at the person's shirt as she narrowed her eyes with vigor and hate. "Coooofffffffeeeeeeeee." She spoke in a rather haunting voice as if harnessing the dead spirits of the place to voice their plea of coffee. Not really, but she really needed something to keep her awake. Knowing that she wasn't allowed to move from her spot once the contestants began their showing. Her grip didn't slacken as she continued her intense, tired gaze at the person. Her eyes pleading for help. Any. Nurse Joy is on duty waiting on the sidelines if her attention is needed.
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Post by Edward Falk on Jun 11, 2018 11:44:29 GMT -5
[nospaces][googlefont=Ubuntu]  Dressed casually in a black T-shirt and shorts Ed made his way through the crowd, his starter trotting alongside him. He had travelled over here to train and explore but the day before that Quake had overexerted himself so today they were going to relax. The contest itself had been the most interesting thing and as such he had decided to visit and see the thing in person for once. Ed could have done without the big crowd as he pushed past people trying to get inside. Not wanting for his Cyndaquil to get trampled but also not wanting to return it because as heck he was going to suffer alone he had picked up the fire-type. [break][break] Being in such a public space the pokemon couldn’t do its usual response to the action so he settled on glaring at his trainer instead. Glaring back Ed hissed at him quietly “Don’t give me that look, do you want to go back in the poke ball instead?” his response was a shake of Quakes head. [break][break] “Yeah I thought so.” with that said he continued to walk but before he could reach a good spot to watch he was suddenly jerked to a stop as a hand grabbed at his shirt. Head turning to the one responsible Ed bit out “What the hell!” Getting a good look at the woman Ed could appreciate her style, he never did like the pink uniform of nurses but that didn’t excuse her actions. [break][break] Her demand of coffee reached his ears and in response he only batted her hand away from his shoulder while glaring “Well go get it yourself or if you can’t try to ask more normally woman.” Turning to walk away he cast one final glance while muttering a quiet “Che.” Only to return a few minutes later with a plastic cup holding the drink and his starter now back on the ground and walking alongside him. He thrust the drink towards her face “Here.” While internally cursing himself for actually going alongside her request simply because he appreciated all the work people at Pokemon Centers did. [break][break] If she did take the drink Ed would move to lean against the wall with a somewhat sour expression still on his face and eyes focusing on the stage. “So, do the fights get that heated in a contest that they would require a nurse on standby?”
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Post by NURSE JOY on Jun 11, 2018 12:29:06 GMT -5
[attr="class","joy2"] [attr="class","joy1"] [attr="class","joyless"]Nurse Joy was not phased by the sudden violent reaction to her grab, only pulling her hand away once he had swatted it away from his shoulder. Standing there with half-lidded eyes and sagging shoulders, the only response he got from his berating was a hand to her lips as she yawned really large once more. Smacking her lips together and blinking slowly, watching his retreating form without any promise that he'd return with her coffee. Glancing down at the lightly growling Eevee, she shuffled back to her spot holding onto the case with both hands. As she stood there in silence trying to fight off the sleep crouching at her eyes, she finally just closed her eyes for a second or two. Then out of no where she felt a brief breeze in front of her face and slowly opened her eyes to set them upon the glorious most beautiful cup of coffee she had ever seen. Placing the case down at her feet, hands shot out to take the cup in hand as she greedily took in a long drink of the coffee. Listening to his casual words, she took a moment to enjoy her coffee not responding right away to the boy. Finally breathing air, she pulled the cup away from her lips to reveal a print of red lipstick claiming the cup as her own. Turning her attention towards Ed, she canted her head as she considered the question posed in her direction. Watching him casually lean against the wall in a totally nonchalant demeanor. What a punkish tsundere. The edge of her lips quirked up in amusement. "Last competition someone sacrificed their Pokemon on the stage and then tried set the whole building on fire." she answered easily in a nonchalant manner. She took another sip of her coffee before turning her visage back towards the stage. "Thank you, by the way." [newclass=.joy1]border-top:100px solid #fe3334;border-left:0px solid transparent;border-right:100px solid transparent;height:0;width:0px;margin:0 auto;z-index:9;position:absolute;transform:translateY(-150px);[/newclass] [newclass=.joy2]border-top:150px solid #252525;border-left:0px solid transparent;border-right:150px solid transparent;height:0;width:0px;margin:0 auto;position:absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=.joyless b]color:#fe3334[/newclass] |
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Post by ALEC VON KLAUSS on Jun 11, 2018 17:34:37 GMT -5
[attr="class","cfbase"] [attr="class","cftop"] [attr="class","cficon"] [attr="class","cfboxbase"] better the gambler, worse the man [attr="class","cfbox"] "are you even a coordinator..." he bluntly stated. rolling on his side, eyes shut. the girl spoke of searching for "inspiration," but to what was that? "inspiration is something you can't find just by watching." he added, and it wasn't. there were many who came to watch contests for entertainment, others muse as they would call it. "you should've just entered yourself to get a front row seat to it." like he was one to talk. a depressed mess was what he was, and yet, for some reason, he still came.
"you're pokemon look to possess the suitable criteria to be apart of a contest at the least; albeit, one of them has the stare of a stalker." he spoke of the gyarados that was so fixated on protecting its trainer from harm, eyeing for the current time he was there. with his back turned upon snow, eyes continuing to remain shut, he remembered that he, too, wanted to enter. "i was suppose to be in that contest, but...i don't think i can join right now." he had the proper pokemon to participate, but the mindset and heart he once had just wasn't there before.
"ever since the incident i haven't felt right." and that was due to the loss of his eldest sibling--damien. it didn't matter whether he knew her or she knew him. they were just two strangers talking, neither one had to give a damn about the other. "name's alec by the way."
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Post by noelani palm on Jun 11, 2018 18:07:57 GMT -5
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Post by Edward Falk on Jun 11, 2018 18:22:51 GMT -5
[nospaces][googlefont=Ubuntu] Ed’s eyes darted away from the stage to focus on nurse joy as his expression morphed into one of distaste “What, for real?” shaking his head he could only continue to express his anger “That’s fucking despicable. And pretty low and pathetic if the person did it because he was just losing. It’s one thing to not give up and another to sacrifice your pokemon for just a win and not have the guts to suck up to it.” The teenager muttered a few more words more quietly that might have been expletives but his eyes returned back to the stage to watch the performers. [break][break] He did wave off her thanks with a hand “Che, It’s whatever. The least I can do considering what your job is and the work you do.” He quieted down afterwards leaving silence to hang in the air if she didn’t interject immediately. Thought it was more because of his own awkwardness of holding a decent conversation without actually getting heated about it. Rubbing his neck a bit while still watching the stage he spoke up once more. “Some of my family is in the business so I know how it can be. Anyway, you know I almost signed up for this.”[break][break] “I’ve watched a few before on Tv and the like and thought "how bad can it" be and there is a battle section if you make it to that round. But watching this now I am pretty glad I didn’t. I would have looked ridiculous out there trying to put on a show of all things.” While it looked like Ed was making small talk those few that knew him would realize that this was actually him rambling and not being certain. His eyebrows did furrow a bit at his own perceived bumbling so on the bright side even if he hadn’t realized at least he found something to be upset over.
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Post by Cody Spencer on Jun 11, 2018 19:29:44 GMT -5
[attr="class","life"] ❝ life is full of little lies and most of them are mine. there are things even my mind can't deny. [attr="class","les"] I t’s hard to believe a young ranger like himself is showing up to something so silly like this however in reality he actually came here for something else. Cody felt extremely awkward making his way into the building with Morgana by his side. This is awkward but I can’t help but wonder why do I have Morgana out of all Pokemon walking by my side? It’s not like I don’t trust her it’s just I don’t want her to steal anything by accident. Cody thought to himself but in all honesty he has every reason to feel this way. He just caught this little guy not too long ago and he’s still trying to figure him out. The Sneasel isn’t used to being a cop yet so perhaps this is a good opportunity for the little guy. Maybe that’s why he decided to let her out for a bit. “My cousin is taking part of this contest you see?” Cody would say to his Sneasel. “And this is her first contest so I wanted to cheer her on. I bet she’ll do well.” He explained before sitting down to watch the contest with his new partner by his side. “This stuff looks confusing huh?” Morgana nodded her head as her response. “How do they come up with this kind of stuff?” Cody shook his head at this. “Morgana can you do stuff like that?” Morgana gave him a horrified look before sticking her tongue out causing Cody to chuckle a bit. “In other words oh hell no!” Cody laughed however after a few more minutes the male leaned up against the seat with him and Morgana sighing in perfect sync. “I wonder when she’s going to show up. I’m getting dizzy from all of this!” [CODY HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING AND HAS TAKEN A SEAT] | [attr="class","goodness"]  ✉ THREAD ✉ N/A ✎ 303 words |
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Post by ALEC VON KLAUSS on Jun 12, 2018 3:05:03 GMT -5
[attr="class","cfbase"] [attr="class","cftop"] [attr="class","cficon"] [attr="class","cfboxbase"] better the gambler, worse the man [attr="class","cfbox"] "professor..." he echoed. emerald stones slowly began to reveal themselves. "i'm..." he hesitated before saying the next few words. "my brother died in that tower, and i think it's my fault for killing him." he wasn't wrong. his brother had chosen to take priority over alec then himself, and then he went ahead and died. sure, he could blame team virus for being the cause of that fall. but he can only blame himself for being too weak and in his brother's way. "i told myself that nothing or anyone would ever hurt me in such a way that i'm feeling right now, again." said alec.
"and in the end i lied, to both my heart and myself. he died, and it's my fault." the sun that once shone in the eyes of alec were no more. they were but empty stones unable to see the future that was ahead. an empty palmed gripped a patch of grass as he tried not to cry like a child. alec had already wept enough as is, this wasn't the time--nor the place--to cry once more. "his funeral is this month. but i don't think i can go to it, i can't even look my father in his face," he added. "there's only three of us left now. my mother was long gone, and now my eldest sibling. my father and i have a large strain in our relationship; though, it was because of damien, he acted as the band-aid that barely held on." a forced smile shakily crept unto his face at the thought of his brother.
"he was so calm and cool, i was a mischief who didn't have a care in the world about anything; i just wanted to have fun with people--my own fun," he paused for a moment, "how selfish i am. all because i didn't want to be alone, and told myself i didn't need anyone but damien. now, without him, i have no one." his head, gently poking up, would turn slightly over to peek at the professor. "i don't know why i'm telling you, of all people, this. maybe..." he'd return to laying back upon his side, emerald hues pointed elsewhere. "...maybe, i just wanted to talk to someone...yeah," alec softly spoke. at this time, he didn't feel all that lonely. it was nice to talk, he was, after all, a well-known chatterbox.
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Post by Citalli Batista on Jun 12, 2018 8:16:53 GMT -5
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ Aesthetic.From those cascading, golden locks to the synchronized tapping of her heels amber eyes watched intently from a floor above as the platinum haired bombshell entered the building unashamedly facing the callous eyes that watched her so intently each set with their own reason for their gawking. Most would turn away upon her recognition of her gaze, some of the braver managed to offer the woman a wave each meeker than the last. But who was Citalli to judge her own eyes glued to the individual not out of fear or realization of who'd entered the room. Perhaps there was an interest in the way she moved and how practiced the swaying of her hips seemed, perhaps it was that sense of fashion that was if not perpendicular than at least in the same vein as her own. But what truly drew the dark-haired woman's attention were those eyes and more importantly the stories locked away behind them. And when those emerald eyes clash with the gym-leaders amber ones she doesn't turn away. She doesn't wave in an attempt to normalize her own gawking simply staring from afar if anything she lilts forward over the balcon an elbow resting against the cool steel the back of her hand holding up the woman's chin. Behind that glassy eyed smile and beneath that impeccable sense of fashion there was danger, of that much the gym leader was certain. As far as Citalli was concerned she was staring at the cover of a book, white with a golden trim bound by an emerald lock. The tome heavy yet so pristine that even the cover held no smudges or creases, or at least none that could be seen by the untrained eye. This book would serve as the Gym leader's object of interest for the day, and so when the book finally took a seat among the crowd Citalli found herself moving to claim the seat beside her heels clicking ever so lightly against the steps as she moved to the first floor. Counting the steps she took making sure to keep herself poised it was no longer than two minutes before the gap had closed. "Excuse me is this seat taken?"And with this the game had begun. LUSAMINE ● do you want these problems? ● XXX [attr="class","mizocredits"] [newclass=.mizocredits]width:90px;padding:1px;border:1px solid #969696;margin:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.mizocredits a]color: #d3f4ff;font: bold 6pt calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass] |
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Post by noelani palm on Jun 12, 2018 13:10:55 GMT -5
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