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Post by Elijah Gray on Sept 6, 2018 3:49:05 GMT -5
a small flutter of the heart, a sweat of the brow and a tickling nervousness. it seemed to hit elijah all at once; an unforgiving combination. admittedly anxious, the professor made odd ticking noises with his mouth as he waited. it hadn't been long. of course this wasn't a date — a preposterous thought, if he had ever had one. simply roomates, no— colleagues— enjoying one another's company. he only invited amelia because it would have been rude otherwise to go without her. and he didn't have many friends, of course. eli had just 'thrown' together the outfit. little thought went into it. or at least, that's what he'd say if amelia asked. in reality it took him the better part of an hour to throw it together. how many shirts of his were now strewn across dressers and comforters alike? too many to count probably. it was a simple attire. a blue, long sleeved t-shirt that fit him frame comfortably and a pair of beige— almost mustard— colored joggers. he wore white ankle high shoes and no show socks. he wished more than anything she didn't think he looked foolish. running his hand through kept blond hair, he waited. all the while struggling with a single, untamed thought. what is she wearing tonight? |
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Post by Amelia Locke on Sept 6, 2018 9:38:34 GMT -5
 Was she late? She was pretty sure she was late. Oh god, she really was late, wasn't she?
Getting prepared for this..'outing' was far more difficult than Amelia had anticipated. What started off as a simple, 'just throw on whatever,' had quickly turned into a pit of self doubt and indecisiveness.This...totally wasn't a date or anything, so, why should she care what she wore? Or, even more importantly, of what Eli thought about said outfit? She told herself this several times over, and yet, it only ended up in the same way - her, on her bed, nearly screaming into a pillow due to sheer frustration. Really, the woman became so unsure that she'd even asked the opinion of two of her pokemon; Iago and Juliet...Which led to even more problems.
Iago, likely jealous that she was spending time on such a day with Eli, sought to try and tear whatever shirt she put on or comb his beak through her hair in attempt to mess it up. Meanwhile, Juliet, her ever prissy eevee, made her feel even worse about her attire. Each time she presented the surprisingly fashionable pokemon with her choice of attire, she received something akin to a look of...disgust? Was she just....all around unattractive to the pokemon or something?...Why was her team full of nothing but jerks?! Why was everything going wrong today?!
Really - she'd already walked into the door by accident and accidentally burned one of her shirts in attempt to iron it...was this a sign? Thankfully, after fretting and getting little to nothing accomplished, she managed to calm her nerves and actually make a decision, managing to leave the house just in time.
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The young woman hurried along - she was ten minutes late. Not too bad, given she was horrible with being on time anyways, but, still late enough to make her feel guilty. What if he already went ahead without her? What if he found someone else to take along? Thoughts plagued her mind, but, the red-head wouldn't give them the time of day.
Finally, a familiar head of blond hair joined by a pair of dazzling blue eyes caught her sights. Giving the biggest smile she could muster, the girl approached him. For once, Amelia looked like a lady instead of her usual more tomboyish appeal. In some last, split second decision, she decided to throw on something she avoided touching ever since she came to Johto.
A white, slim sundress. It was something she bought on impulse upon arriving to said region, and, honestly, she'd forgotten about it. Seeing the dress tucked away in the closet and the little time she had left remaining, she quickly put it on. At the very least, she earned a somewhat content huff of approval from her eevee...so, hopefully she didn't look too bad? Her hair was slightly braided, adorned in a few flowers and jewelry...Oh gosh, was this all too much? Especially for something that totally wasn't a date?
Swallowing down her nervousness in favor of donning her usual bright, peppy demeanor, the woman waved, almost a bit frantically, to Eli as she approached him. "Elijah - hey, Eli!" She greeted him, smile not fading in the least. "Sorry to keep you waiting! I...uh...got into a fight with my closet. And almost lost." She gave a sheepish, amused grin for a moment as she came to a halt in front of him.
For a moment, her eyes would take in his appearance - a bit more casual than her own but...'He's always pretty attractive regardless of what he wears.' The blunt realization was enough to make her falter for a moment, as she cleared her throat - realizing she had definitely been staring at him too with a wide-eyed look.
"....Did I already say hi?"
....This was going great so far.
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Post by The Nature Hoot on Sept 8, 2018 16:53:27 GMT -5
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Fireworks erupt in the sky, but oddly enough the fire works show hasn't been slated to happen till later tonight. If you two were to follow the mini eruptions in the sky you'd find not a area to observe but a battle instead. Smitty the Clown is an unmatched force on the battle field said to be a former coordinator turned clown after a humiliating defeat in a Pokemon coordinating contest around ten or so years ago. Since then, he's joined the circus and puts on 'act' battles for all of the circus goers to enjoy, though in truth the battles are just an excuse for him to beat up on trainers that he thinks are weaker than him in humiliating fashions. [break][break] "Oi ye, you call this a battle? Kid if you want to beat old Bobo you need to raise your Pokemon stronger than this." the clown clapped his hands as his massive torkoal used firespin to completely demolish a child's caterpie. To add insult to injury once the Bug type was defeated the clown shrugged off the crying child and looked at the crowd for another victim. "Ey! You sir the pretty blonde!" he pointed out Elijah Gray [break][break] "why don't you come and give me a challenge?"[break][break]OOC: You may face the clown for a reward.[googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Roboto+Condensed][newclass=.Vteampokeimg]height:75px;width:75px;border:2px solid #5aa0d6;border-radius:100px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;background-color:#eee;[/newclass][newclass=.Vpokeimgbox]height:100px;width:100px;padding:15px;margin-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.Vpokenamebox]padding:10px;margin-left:-45px;margin-top:-5px;[/newclass][newclass=.Vpokename]font-family:Montserrat;font-size:15px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#dc584d;font-weight:bold;margin:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.Vpokeinfo]font-family:Roboto Condensed;font-size:12px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#777777;margin-left:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.Vpokemove]background-color:#f9f9f9;color:#5aa0d6;font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; padding:5px;text-align:center;border-radius:5px 5px 5px 5px;border:1px solid #5aa0d6;margin:2px;[/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][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Roboto+Condensed][newclass=.Vgentempbox]width:425px;background-color:#fff;border:1px solid #ddd;[/newclass][newclass=.Vgentemptitle222]width:405px;height:50px;background-color:#4F3953;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] [nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]Torkoal Power [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]
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Post by Elijah Gray on Sept 15, 2018 9:06:25 GMT -5
the moon cast a lunar silhouette around the large center tent ahead of him. he was initially enamored by it before he shifted his attention to an approaching women. and time seemed to stop. it was if the light of the moon was made for her. her crimson locks flowed effortlessly, framing a face that only took his breathe away. as she approached he couldn't help but be unaware of himself; lost in his own swirling thoughts of confusion. "w-wow, you look.. oh, uh- not at all. i haven't been waiting long, it's no sweat." his smile radiated. "you look great though, so.. maybe you won?" he laughed it off and shoved his hands back down into his pocket. a voice pulled his attention behind him, and he swirled with a "huh?"it was a rather obnoxious clown, his trajectory suggesting he was walking away from the now crying kid whos hands were full of an unconsciousness bug-type pokemon. the disgust was visible on his face. "hey, man, look. i'm just out with my friend here, okay? don't want t-" his attention once again turned onto the crying kid. he was watching him. eager to see the outcome of the conversation. "actually, yeah. i'll take you on, one second though alright?" he turned his attention to amelia, eyes begging forgiveness. "i'm sorry about this. but it'll be quick and then i'll owe you a game or two." elijah smiled in a meager apology. facing the clown again, he grabbed for the ball at his waist as he smirked. let no one accuse elijah gray of not being fair. tossing the orb it dispensed the large fox from it's infrared beam. "think we can make this quick, orion?" the fire and psychic-type responded with an excited nod, knuckles turning perpetually 'white' around his wand. "good," he started, turning his attention to the clown, "i'll start us off." it wasn't up for debate. "lets make sure we don't hurt those around us. set up a light screen barrier around the battle field." orion responded in kind. built like some sort of prism it surrounded the entire 'field' of battle in moments. everyone was excluded except the clowns, elijah, and their respective pokemon. in the meantime, the clown did what he did best — took advantage. a bullet of fire shot from the torkoal's mouth, scattering into something like a buckshot in mid air, and pelted the bipedial fox in his chest with repeated blows. orion recoiled but stood his ground. "on the offense now this time, ori, let's try a psybeam!" orion's wand began to take on a purple hue, a beam of multicolored energy filling the space between him and the clown's pokemon. it consumed the fire turtle in it's wake but left it standing when it subsided; damaged, but otherwise standing. "good job," elijah said as the clown spoke to his own pokemon. as they both broke their conversations, the torkoal reacted, a tornado of fire spinning about their confined space. it roared with a mixture of dirt and flames. "if this is what he wants, orion, let's show him what we have.. mystical Fire!" waving his wand in a circle orion created trails of flame before he finally released a torrent of flame straight through the center. the resulting combination of fire was.. impressive. as the flames combined it became a torrent of wild fire, the types of which pushed against the barrier itself and filled the small place like a balloon. by luck alone the two were spared from their own resulting attack. but when the flames died.. it was over. "good try but it's over." the torkoal lie unconscious and the clown in near tears. by will the light screen barrier fell and the clown ran off, disappearing into the crowds. "thanks for your help orion," elijah smiled, scratching the fox behind his ears. orion was reluctant to accept it at first but ultimately smirked. returning the fire-type to his ball, eli returned back to amelia. "i'm.. sorry about that. i hate bullies." he said simply — apologetically. hopefully, he didn't mess it up. eager to push it aside he smiled playfully. "so, i owe you a game, right?" |
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