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Post by Elaine Hightower on Jul 12, 2018 20:11:37 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","colorBG"] [attr="class","colorHead"] [attr="class","colorText1"]my dear don’t unfold me –– [attr="class","colorText2"]I’m coloured in again, in you –– [attr="class","colorBack"] [attr="class","color1"]  [attr="class","color2"] [attr="class","colorWay"] [attr="class","colorBody"] [attr="class","colorPost"] The sun danced on the water, waves capping in brisk foam. Pleasing sounds hushed over the breathtaking view of the ocean. It was as pretty as a painting. Serene as the memories she'd always attached to this place. Coming home was never easy, not by a long shot. Being back home, even for a brief time, jolted her memories back to simpler times when she farmed the land and dreamed of adventure. Now everything had to be so...[break][break] Complicated.[break][break] A wet nose tickled her leg. Looking down, she could clearly see Roman was ogling up at her with impatient eyes. Upon noticing her attention was back on him, the houndour let out a soft bark.[break][break] "I know, I know. You're ready to keep walking."[break][break] Exasperated, Elaine turned her eyes once more to the sea. Her shoes dangled in her fingertips, half forgotten. She'd been walking for hours for no discernible reason; perhaps she was trying to outpace a handful of the nightmares that haunted her now.[break][break] Turning back to Roman, she smirked and sat. "Well, I'm tired. Let's rest a bit while we wait?" The canine grunted his displeasure, but relinquished to sit none the less. Before he had even settled on the sand, his trainer's mind had wandered to a time not so far away.[break][break] --- one year earlier ---[break][break] All she could think about was how unbearably hot it was. Beads of sweat gathered on her brow. The wagon ride had been a short one, but the humid air did nothing to cool her. If anything it made the heat that much worse. Above her, a cloudless sky glared down on the girl below as if to mock her. Had she been at home, she would have run straight for the swimming hole and jumped right in. As it were, she was curious if this new home even had a lake like that. If it did, would she even have time to use it?[break][break] Elaine had been requested to the Applegate orchards. Her farming expertise, especially in the field of arbors, was unmatched in this area. She'd been around farms her whole life, raising flora and fauna alike to be fruitful and healthy. Gaze traveled across the rows and rows of meticulously manicured apple trees. She didn't even need a close look to know everything would be above the standards she had grown accustomed to. Their name was as well known as their delicious namesake, and in all honesty she had been shocked when the letter had come to her home.[break][break] A stiff wind picked up, throwing her pink hair around her in a tangling wave. She wasn't homesick. It surprised her. Sixteen years under her loving adopted parents roof, and she had not an ounce of desire to return to her old life. She missed them dearly, but the bubble of excitement in her gut kept her feet firmly moving forward. [break][break] Roman, the only memory of her old life, grunted at her side. He'd been with her through everything, and that wasn't about to stop now. His noise alerted her to the oncoming presence of another. From her vantage point, she couldn't see who it was. However, the crunching of the gravel announced their arrival. Turning to face the newcomer, she squared her shoulders. This was where her new life would begin. Nothing but adventures from here. 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Post by ATTICUS on Jul 13, 2018 15:22:21 GMT -5
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The seventeen year old heir to the Applegate family sat and waited in the living room of the main house that housed him and his family. The young man was awaiting the arrival of a new addition to the Applegate farming team. He heard whispers from overhearing certain meetings that she was highly skilled, however, she was also very young, around the same age as Atticus himself. His leg couldn't help but shake while he anticipated her arrival. [break][break]
"Sir, she's arrived! Come now, please." The worker notified Atticus of Elaine's arrival. [break][break]
Atticus hurried with pace outside of the house, and moved smoothly towards Elaine. As her silhouette came into sight, he noted her features from afar, in particular her bright prink hair, and her side-kick: a cute Houndour that seemed ready to fight. With the distance now closed, and Atticus found himself awkwardly staring her in the face. [break][break]
Despite her attractive face, Atticus wasn't feeling up to being super friendly to a random new person that entered his life at random. "So you're the new girl? I didn't expect pink hair..." He said, quickly shifting his attention to the dog like Pokemon near her leg. [break][break]
"Hey there buddy..." He greeted the Houndour, slowly extending his hand allowing it to smell him. "So are you a Pokemon trainer too, or what?" Atticus asked her. He was becoming more curious, and wanted to find out a bit more about her. As Atticus wasn't too fond of letting just anyone know where he laid his head at night.
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Post by Elaine Hightower on Jul 14, 2018 10:56:31 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","colorBG"] [attr="class","colorHead"] [attr="class","colorText1"]my dear don’t unfold me –– [attr="class","colorText2"]I’m coloured in again, in you –– [attr="class","colorBack"] [attr="class","color1"] <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 496px; top: 125px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_68606229" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 592px; top: 125px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_43873685" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 496px; top: 221px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_98897102" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 592px; top: 221px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_52759242" scrolling="no"></iframe> [attr="class","color2"] [attr="class","colorWay"] [attr="class","colorBody"] [attr="class","colorPost"] In a matter of moments, Elaine found herself face to face with who she could only assume to be the Applegate's son. She knew they had one, but didn't realize how similar in age they were. He had this charming look about him, despite his evaluating expression. Hazel eyes bore into her own blues, but she didn't waiver. She could almost hear her mother chuckling. No one told her he was going to be so cute.[break][break] 'So you're the new girl? I didn't expect pink hair...' It took everything within her not to cross her arms in indignation. However, she remained still and let out a half chuckle. "Yeah, no one does." Her hair had always been a topic for discussion, especially when both of her caregivers were brunettes. Of course, it's not like she advertised that she was adopted. If it wasn't imperative for the person to know, she just didn't tell them. What was the point anyway? It's not like that is who she was.[break][break] His attention shifted to Roman, and she was relieved to not be under scrutiny anymore. At her feet, she noticed the houndour sniff the man's outstretched hand cautiously. He was always her barometer for interaction with others. If Roman was cool with you, Elaine was cool with you. This method was easier to follow than bothering with trying to befriend every single person she met. After a moment of investigation, the canine gave a snort of approval and perked up a little. Good. If he liked her employers, this would be a lot easier on her to keep him close.[break][break] Inquiring about her pokemon trainer status made her chuckle in full. "Oh, no. Well... Not anymore, anyway." She reached down to pat her houndour's head lovingly. "It just makes herding and Taurus driving season easier with a dog to help out. He's very smart... I'm hoping to keep him around while I work. If your family will allow, of course." She couldn't make any assumptions, but hopefully if Roman was on his best behavior they would let him stick with her. "Are you a trainer, then?" Then, realizing she hadn't given her name yet, she mentally kicked herself. "Sorry for the late introduction, but I'm Elaine." Tilting her head to the side a little, she grinned at the man before her as way of an apology. His presence and questions had taken her off guard so her manners flew out the window. 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Post by ATTICUS on Jul 15, 2018 23:21:50 GMT -5
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interesting... Despite coming into this with a rather less than friendly energy, the young teen had come to a debate within his head on how he should act. Interaction with the puppy before him had helped sway his opinion of the new girl. Lucky her... [break][break]
Once the dog yelped of his approval towards Atticus, the boy gave him one last pat and stood up to face the new girl. "You know, I guess it's pretty cool you were once a Pokemon trainer. I was never really allowed too?" He cut himself off as he realized he was beginning to ramble off personal feelings about a certain situation to a stranger. "Oh? This little guy must be tough, being able to herd Taurus and all." The topic was changed for now, and he continued to listen to the girl speak. [break][break]
"You were expecting to keep him? Yikes... I'm sorry to tell you, we just can't have that." Atticus gave it a minute before he cut back in with a smirk on his face. "I'm just joking, of course he can stay." Remembering the question she asked right before he decided to mess with her, he began to speak again. "I didn't get too many chances to battle honestly.. Though, my name's Atticus. Nice to meet you, Elaine." Atticus made it a habit to repeat names back to himself upon learning them as to help remember them for the future. [break][break]
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Post by Elaine Hightower on Jul 19, 2018 8:27:54 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","colorBG"] [attr="class","colorHead"] [attr="class","colorText1"]my dear don’t unfold me –– [attr="class","colorText2"]I’m coloured in again, in you –– [attr="class","colorBack"] [attr="class","color1"] <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 496px; top: 125px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_68606229" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 592px; top: 125px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_43873685" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 496px; top: 221px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_98897102" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 592px; top: 221px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_52759242" scrolling="no"></iframe> [attr="class","color2"] [attr="class","colorWay"] [attr="class","colorBody"] [attr="class","colorPost"] When he stood to inform her he had never been 'allowed' to become a trainer, she was shocked. Usually with parents this loaded, she'd assume the boy before he could have done anything he wanted. Gone anywhere he wanted. Was that really not the case? Was he bound, as she was, to a sense of duty to her family and their way of life? He stopped talking about it abruptly, so she let it go. Obviously it wasn't something he felt comfortable discussing. Or perhaps she'd taken him off guard? Either way, she didn't want to already be pissing off her new employer's son.[break][break] She had to admit, it was nice having someone her own age around here. When she'd spoken to her parents, they'd informed her most of the workers would be a couple years her senior at minimum. Despite the fact that she barely knew this boy, he brought a small comfort to the pink-haired farm girl.[break][break] His words brought her back from her reverie. He was praising Roman, which is always something she could get behind. "Oh, yes. He's a wonderful companion to have. He's so smart, I'll have to showcase his tricks for you one of these days!" She tossed out the invitation casually, hoping this wouldn't be the last time they'd see each other. She'd never been to work in a setting such as this, so the formalities of their way of life were a bit foreign to her.[break][break] His face turned somber when he spoke. 'You were expecting to keep him? Yikes... I'm sorry to tell you, we just can't have that.' Her heart sank for a moment - her father had been right. Of course, when the smile slipped back across his features, she narrowed her eyes and a smile split her face. "You really had me going there, you know?" she exclaimed. If this hadn't been their first encounter, she'd have given his arm a good punch. However, she stayed her hand. Another time, perhaps. Judging by this banter, it would doubtfully be the last time he would joke with her.[break][break] Atticus. He introduced himself, repeating her name, and she couldn't help but smile. "Atticus. Well, nice to meet you." She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Well, if you ever want to, you can always battle Roman and myself. I don't know if you'd be able to with such a busy schedule..." she began, turning and walking to the railing. It was a wooden guard rail separating the path they were on from a sheer cliff down to the orchards below. With a sweeping hand gesture, she motioned towards the rows and rows of manicured trees. "With all this going for you, I doubt there's a person alive who could stop you if you tried." 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Post by ATTICUS on Jul 25, 2018 13:46:54 GMT -5
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Seeing how she reacted to his little joke was a great sign, it showed that he would be able to joke around with her for the remainder of her time here. Unless, of course, she was just pretending to be nice to the employee's son. Though, that wasn't the vibe he necessarily sensed, he was just the type to always look for the dark spots in the light. [break][break]
"I know, I could tell by your face. It's nice to meet you as well, Elaine."[break][break]
She mentioned him battling against her and her Houndour. That sure seemed like fun to him, however, he didn't really have a Pokemon. Nor did he know if he could get away with bringing one home one day. "Maybe, but I'd need to get a Pokemon first. Who knows when that will happen." His face visibly changed for a moment before he regained control and returned to normal. [break][break]
He would listen on to how there was nothing that could stop him, or so it seemed to her. Sure, his family possessed all this land, and had all this money, but his freedom wasn't his own... not yet anyway. He never had the chance to do what he wanted, instead, his life had been guided by his parents for as long as he could remember. Fortunately, the last couple years rebellion set in, and helped him become an individual separate from his parents. The next step? Get a pokemon... "Well, with your positive energy around here who knows, maybe things will change?"
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He told her. Maybe she was what he needed in terms of support. He had been very isolated living home with his family, really only having friendships with the rest of the employees that have been around since he was a baby. There was nothing wrong in befriending the new worker, especially when she was going to spend an awful long amount of time around here. "It would be nice to fly down there on a Pokemon and feel how that would all play out..." He sad aloud as he looked on towards the rows of trees.
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Post by Aero on Sept 7, 2018 9:55:06 GMT -5
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