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Post by ben on Aug 6, 2018 23:18:30 GMT -5
give me time and give me space Benjamin had found himself feeling different the past few days. Every spring in his step, every time he woke up in the morning, he felt like a completely different person. His desire to learn more about Pokemon had grown and he had even gone as far as to look into getting his license to become a professor again. The change had come almost randomly as he spent more time thinking about what Ken was doing, how his younger cousin had gone out of his way and began living out his dream no matter how ridiculous the desire to be a hero may have been.
If he was going to get his license back he needed to speak to a certain someone, his grandmother who had been in line with the Pokemon league for quite a while. With her help he could probably get his licenses back with ease despite what he had done to lose it in the first place.
Aside from the nagging in his mind, things were still going well for him though. The days had gotten so much easier now that he had started smiling more. There was always a smile on his face and he didn’t even need to slurp noodles to feel so good. Maybe it was all of the attention he was paying to his new goal, or maybe he was just high on life.
Today he roamed Enju's streets before he got back to studying for the day before he got back to the books. The bag in his right hand was filled to the brim with bottles of water and groceries and goodies.
His attire was different than usual, on his torso was a loose white shirt a size too big for him, his pants were green in color again a size too large for him but tightened around his waist with a black leather belt. All in all he looked half decent for a man of his size.
Just as he turned a corner he’d spot narrowly avoid bumping into a dark-haired stranger, his wiry form collapsing into the ground as his groceries were tossed about the place. "Darn it, I hope my eggs are okay." his dark blue eyes peered up at the stranger he had bumped into, "P-pardon me mam." he tried to gather up his now scattered produce before the burly stranger broke him like the twig he was. [/div] FRAN FALLONE |
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 7, 2018 17:41:05 GMT -5
 ITS NOT EASY MAKING
A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― She had never been to Enju City. Many people had told her to visit to see the style and architecture within, but Fran had simply not gotten around to it. Now-a-days she spent most of her time in the woods training, steering clear of large crowds of people. But it had been a quick day; her pokemon were surprisingly on top of the exercises she had prepared and they were able to earn a break before the afternoon was over.
So she wandered easily into the nearest urbanity. It was indeed beautiful, and much different than her western-styled hometown of Whitestone. Fran took mental note of the building type, believing the city to be a good contender for future business relations.
But she wasn't here to do business. Fran looked down at her dress; a white tank top and jeans, both tightly clinging to her figure. It was one of the last outfits she had that didn't have holes in it. Now that she had acquired a new job, it was time to get some new clothes. Not that her sense of style had changed much, but she needed the newer model.
Fran stretched her arm above her head listlessly. She considered asking someone for directions, yet she didn't mind sauntering through the streets. She looked upon the buildings fondly, tracing their wooden silhouettes with her eyes. It was then that her wandering mind caused her to collide with another body.
Whoever it was, they didn't weigh enough to falter the woman. She looked down on the figure that had fallen. It was a man, blonde of hair and excruciatingly thin. He mumbled something to himself and then begged pardon, though it was almost definitely Fran's fault that the two had run into each other.
"You're fine," she replied, crouching to help him gather what had fallen from his groceries. She leaned to snatch up a rolling apple, and tucked it away into the plastic bag. "Probably my fault anyway," she shrugged.
The dark-haired woman pulled herself back up, casting a shadow over the stranger. She offered him a hand politely. But looking at his figure, it had something extremely familiar about it. Her gaze focused on his golden hair. Though it was more frayed and thin than her friend's, it looked akin. "Am I supposed to know you?" She asked forwardly. ![]() 392 words. enjoy enjoy |
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Post by ben on Aug 7, 2018 21:18:38 GMT -5
give me time and give me space
His blue eyes looked up at her with a small amount of panic in them, the last time he bumped into someone he narrowly avoided a fight and that was just his grandmother. This woman, whoever she was, looked like serious business. She seemed tall, muscular and had a stern look in her eyes... A look in her eyes that made his jaw drop. They were like two beautiful crafted emerald gems peering down into the base of his soul.
Ben normally wasn’t one to be afraid yet intrigued by anyone but right now he was feeling the oddest cocktail of both in his gut. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” he scratched the back of his head and chuckled, his gaunt face brightening up with a dull grin.
Despite her assuring him that his little blunder was fine he continued to apologize as he collected the last of what had fallen, “Oh no, I should have looked where I was going! I get caught up in thuoght some times and well ya know.” he shrugged his shoulders, “Whoopsie daisies.”
Before he knew it a shadow loomed over him the plastic bag in his hand being released from its grip as he looked up at her. The sun above her had an entire shadow cast over him, it was an intimidating sight but he continued to look up at her, the smile on his face gone and the panic setting back in. He noticed her hand shift from position, his eyes tightened as he waited to be struck down.
He slowly opened his eyes, he didn’t feel any new bruises on his person, everything was intact. When he looked back up at her she had offered one of her hands to help him up. Without hesitation he took it as his almost lip-less mouth curled into a smile. With a bit of effort he stood up straight, her hand was much more soft that he expected despite her outward appearance that and he was taller than her much to his surprise, from the ground she looked like a towering figure about to strike him down.
‘I gotta stop over thinking.’ he noted to himself as he sighed in relief.
Once he was back up she asked him a question after examining him a bit before offering a queery of her knowing him, “O-Oh no, I think i’d remember someone like you.” he caught himself, “Not to say we couldn’t have met but my memory is really bad ya know?” his hands raised as he tried to better explain himself.
“I mean maybe you know one of my cousins people always say we look alike ha ha ha.” he cleared his throat, “That Ken always liked my hair cut after all.”
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 8, 2018 15:19:54 GMT -5
ITS NOT EASY MAKING
A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― The woman did understand. Despite how well she was grounded in the reality of the situations she was dealt, she would still find her mind wandering through a thick of worries and memories. Empathetically she shook her head, the stranger's sorry's and woes slowly turning into white-noise that she was no long concerned with. He appeared incredibly insecure for a full-grown man; it wasn't the type of person Fran was used to.
When the stranger suddenly flinched, Fran withdrew her hand for a moment. Had she done something wrong? She knew she had rough-looking exterior, but she hadn't expressed any sort of hostility yet. She extended her hand once more, eyes narrowed.
Fran pulled the man to his feet. His hands were much larger than hers, and despite their bony infrastructure, they were firm. He smiled at her, and she began to put two-and-two together. That grin. She had seen it many times before, pressed against the lips of a much more muscular friend of hers. But that hair, the color of their eyes...
"Oh shit, you're really Ken's cousin?" She asked with genuine shock shaking under her tone. It was hard to believe. Ken was built; young and boyish-looking individual with well-kept blonde locks. The man standing before her was almost skeleton-like; he had tired, sunken-eyes, baggy clothes, and frayed hair that almost reminded her of her own. Still, there was something behind his eyes, a kind of excitement that spoke to her. She wondered what could be hiding back there.
"Ken's actually a friend of mine," she continued casually. Fran hesitated with the word friend. Not only had she not made many since the start of her journey, but her last encounter with the young man was.. questionable. Her mind flashed to the Ken smiling up at her, his body bruised, bloody, and drunk. It was a fun night. She smiled softly at her memory.
But she pulled herself back to the man before her. Now that the connection had synced, she admitted that they had similar features to one another.
"What did you say your name was?" Fran felt obligated to ask since she had a loose interest in the man. She wondered if he would have stories to tell about Ken's childhood. She hoped to find the meaning behind his constant, toothy-grin. The woman kept her emerald hues locked with the stranger's blue eyes, waiting for her answer. |
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Post by ben on Aug 15, 2018 2:57:04 GMT -5
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Benjamin had gotten a lot of comparison to his younger cousin especially when little Ken was still a shrimp compared to who he was now. For days Ben used to watch the boy eat, train, and push himself to get stronger. The results were quick and much to the man’s surprise young Ken had sprung up like a weed before his very eyes becoming the meat head he was now. Still, no matter how he looked Kennedy would always be the little squirt that pretended to be a super hero in his eyes. Heck, the last time they met he reached up and tousled his hair for old times sake.
“Yeah, ha ha, lemme tell you back when he was still skinny we used to get called out for being twins.” he chuckled, fingers tousling one of his cowlicks as he thought about all of the times he used to get mistaken for the guy. Though, when the woman mentioned Ken being a friend of hers Ben gasped and coughed into a closed fist. He knew that his cousin was friendly with people but never in a million years did he think the kid would make friends with a girl. Unless... She was his girlfriend? Given how rough she looked it seemed she could probably throw that big lug around like he was a featherweight, but even so he doubted someone like her would ever be interested in a goofball like him.
“Erm, you’ll have to excuse me. My cousin has a friend? Well, color me surprised. I thought that kid would be off playing superhero and trying to fight Pokemon.” another fond memory of his little cousin popped up though, it wouldn’t be long-lived as she asked his name, “I’m Benjamin, you can call me Ben if ya like. Most of everyone does.” he extended a hand for a proper handshake.
Once they shook he’d begin to recall the memory that had dissipated early, “Lemme tell you, he used to be such a goofball when it came to girls so I’m a bit surprised he actually made friends with one.” he tried his best to phrase it politely, “When he was around ten and still going to trainer school, oh man he used to always freeze up around girls.” he’d burst into laughter.
“I remember his first day in my class,” the skull like man wiped a tear from his eye, “He was ten minutes late and there were no seats except for one next to this little blonde. Aha ha, the look on his face when I told him to sit down was hilarious. pfft hahaha that entire class period. Then whenever she asked him a question he’d get this confused look on his face and say ‘ya mean me?’ over and over again. He looked like he was going to melt in his chair he as sweating so much.” it might not have been a funny story but for ben it was a fond memory.
“And then there was the time he got chased by our Grandpa’s Pokemon! Old man has a dojo full and Ken used to tease the rock types all of the time. Oh man I don’t think I’ve ever seen a kid get hit by a tackle and then get right back up to give one of his own. Not to steal food from a pokemon twice his size and wolf it down with no issue, yet put him next to a girl and he turned into a bumbling mess.” he’d burst out laughing again.
“I’m sorry if I’m talking your ear off. But I’ve got a million of em.” he’d calm down and rub the back of his neck in embarrassment... He probably should have kept the Ken stories to a minimum of one.
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Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 16, 2018 7:54:00 GMT -5
ITS NOT EASY MAKING
A NAME FOR YOURSELF ― The way the man spoke about his younger cousin rang with nostalgia. Fran started to empathize; not specifically with memories of Ken, but with remembering moments of her past. The way Ben spoke of his family was warm and playful. There was an air about his words that made her feel calm.
"That's hard to picture," she said plainly, slightly cocking her head to the side. A small, skinny Ben... Fran wasn't so sure she liked that idea. After all, the young man had the muscles to match his charisma.
When he proposed his hand to her and introduced himself as Ben, Fran couldn't help but feel amused. The relation between Ken and Ben's name was not lost on her. She scooped the man's palm and give him a single, firm shake. She felt his skin stretched over the bones of his hand, but it wasn't uncomfortable to hold. He may have been cut from a weaker stone, but his features were still grizzly: large hands, sharp chin, tall stature. Ben did look a lot like his cousin. It must have been a troublesome youth.
The duo released one another and continued their idle chat. Or rather, Ben continued. Fran didn't mind; she preferred taking the back seat to a conversation, so long as it wasn't a meaningless one. And she was interested in Ben's stories.
"Freeze up, huh," she pondered idly. Again, Fran thought on her last encounter with the young man. Nearly drank himself into a frenzy, he did. Got his ass handed to him by a woman, he did. "He must have grown out of those anxieties..."
It wasn't the color of his stories, but maybe the way he was telling them. Ben really put himself back in his memories. Fran couldn't help but share his smile while she watched the man laugh; a rare gesture from a serious fighter. There was a quality about him, something earnest and kind. Fran could respect a man like that, though she was still unsure. After all, she hardly knew anything about Ben other than his relation to Ken.
"No no, you're fine," she offered. The midnight-haired woman shrugged and began to turn to lead her companion back down the street he had been walking. "Don't get embarrassed," she called out, "I kinda liked your stories." Fran began to walk. "So you're a professor then?" She asked, willing to continue the conversation, if that's where the afternoon was headed. |
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