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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2018 21:40:41 GMT -5
★So A Predator Appears.  Dorian groaned a bit as he walked down the cobblestone paths. He'd pulled an all-nighter at the hospital doing emergency surgeries. It wasn't all that bad but he was left hungry and tired with so few breaks in between. One car wreck had him correcting and woman's shin bone. Another patient was so close to death he was but into emergency surgery for a new kidney. And a few others that had sort of blurred together as the night went on. All he needed to know was what to do and he did it.
"One hotdog," he said walking up to the cart. Probably not the healthiest choice but surgery oddly enough burned a lot of calories. He took it along with a pack of ketchup and mustard sitting on one of the benches.
He was tired but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if he went home. Not just yet anyway he needed time to wind down. So here he was eating on a park bench trying to enjoy his morning. His eyes taking in the people around him. His eyes met another person her eyes smiled fondly at him and she looked familiar. He gave a small smile and finished his small meal getting up and tossing the wrappers in the bin beside the bench.
"Doctor Grey," the woman called out stopping him from leaving. "It's Anna Hershal, do you remember me?"
"Of course," he turned to the older woman with a smile. His instincts going into full doctor mode. "How's your ankle doing?"
"Oh just fine. A few aches and pains every now and again but that's normal," she said more than happy to be talking to the handsome young doctor again. "You know I was talking to my friends all about you. Such a sweet young doctor."
Dorian was mentally thinking of the best way to get out of this. She was yabbering about her friends, family and how she wished her daughter would stop dating a gas station clerk and get a doctor like him. Like he gave a damn about any of that.
"I'm sure she's wonderful if she's anything like you," Dorian gave a big smile keeping up the appearance of that polite young doctor. Someone get him out of this mess. He hated small talk just as much as he hated people.
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Post by Leon Harte on Sept 11, 2018 20:01:46 GMT -5
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Shit. Shit. Shit. Double shit. How does one lose a Bulbasaur? One puts the Bulbasaur down in the tall grass so he can get a berry for her and then she damn near wanders off. With a groan, Leon quickly pulled Taft out. With a yawn and a stretch, the Espeon blinked his eyes open to look at Leon curiously. His trainer was panicking. What was that? Bulbasaur? Oh, Venna, yes, Leon'd lost her again.[break][break]
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The Bulbasaur was so curious about battling and getting stronger, bigger, older, that she was constantly wandering off to soak up the sun in new places. Taft slipped his eyes closed for a moment and before Leon could explain himself Taft was trotting off in the grass toward a man and a woman who were talking near a hotdog stand. With a flow of energy, Venna was stopped and pulled over into Leon's arms.[break][break]
"Oh my dragons thank you," he bent down and placed his forehead onto Taft's jewel. Seriously, thank you. He told Taft, mentally, since he could hear thoughts like that. Something they'd learned a bit ago. He stood up and let out a sigh, looking up at the man with dark hair and the woman who were looking at him now.[break][break]
"S-Sorry... run away, uh, Bulba." Leon waved his hand at the two of them. "Seriously, just um, don't mind me." Now embarrassed, he returned Taft to his Pokeball and started with Venna back to the sunnier parts of the tall grass.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 6:12:27 GMT -5
★So A Predator Appears. Dorian's mental state declined the more she talked. Well if he didn't think he could sleep before he probably could now. His eyes wandered a brief moment to a bulbasaur that was wandering the path. A rare pokemon to be sure making him wonder if it belonged to someone. As if on cue a blonde and his espeon come into sight.
"What a cutie," the older woman said looking at the bulbasaur. "You're quite alright dear."
"Well, Ms. Hershal it was a pleasure speaking to you," Dorian offered his hand to her a moment. He was going to take that moment to escape no matter what. "My cousin is here now so I really must be going."
"Oh of course, of course, don't mean to keep you, Doctor Grey," she said patting his hand between two of her own.
Dorian rushed over to him taking his arm trying to keep a moderate pace even though every part of his body said run. "Don't look back just walk," he said both exasperation and relief in his voice as he forced the blonde to accompany him out of sight.
"Every doctor's nightmare is to meet a patient outside of work. Especially talkative ones who offer up their daughters," Dorian said finally stopping and looking back. He placed his fingers on either side of his nose as though he were fighting a headache. "Sorry about that."
Hopefully, the guy wouldn't think him rude for being so two-faced about it. How do you tell someone you hate talking to them without coming off as a prick? The answer was you can't. No matter what they were going to be offended somehow.
"Dorian, didn't mean to drag you off," he said offering a hand. "Thanks for the way to escape."
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Post by Leon Harte on Sept 12, 2018 10:50:14 GMT -5
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"Oh- okay." Cousin, huh? Leon glanced at the guy, wondering what about them would even suggest they were related before he saw his eyes. Red ones, just like Leon's, and that was rarely a trait that wasn't handed down through heritage. In short, it'd work, even if their hair color was drastically different.[break][break]
"Huh... maybe we are related." His comment was offhanded and he didn't think much on it before taking Dorian's hand in his own. "Leon." He introduced, then kissed the top of his Bulbasaur's head. "Venna."[break][break]
Introductions were out of the way, now it was time for chit-chat. Right? Least the Doctor owed him. "Really, there's no need to thank me, or for the apologies. I would have probably done the same thing if I had been in your shoes."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 14:17:58 GMT -5
★So A Predator Appears. "Nice to meet you," Dorian responded casting him a sideways glance at his comment of relation. his eyes met Leon's own and he supposed he could understand why he said that now. Dorian's red was a bit deeper but definitely similar. He hadn't met anyone else with red colored eyes before now that he thought about it.
"I doubt we're related though it is uncanny," Dorian said referring to the eyes. An unexpected find to be sure. It was the result of the lack of melanin which also made their eyes more sensitive to light than most as well.
"You get mistaken for a supernatural being in school as well," Dorian asked actually pretty curious if that was just him. He'd been called demon by some and others would flock to him thinking it unique, cool and would ask if he could see ghosts or something because of his eyes. Childish thoughts really but then again Anistar is known for its psychic gym and thus mediums so it could have been honest mistakes on their part.
He was still a bit fatigued but the idea of a decent conversation was good enough to keep him awake. At least the guy wasn't blabbering about his family or trying to hook him up. Though if the guy offered himself...well Dorian wouldn't be too against the idea. He was pretty cute after all and unique like him.
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Post by Leon Harte on Sept 12, 2018 15:56:27 GMT -5
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Nice to meet him, ha. Dorian was clearly new. Well, that wasn't fair. He had a few friends he would say he hadn't completely screwed over. While the list was short, there was still a list! Perhaps Dorian would end up on the list... hopefully Leon could just, you know, be normal, for three seconds.[break][break]
On one side of his family it would be nearly impossible since his mother had been an only child, but the other side his mother had about three sisters and four brothers, lots of aunts and uncles- really that's where they'd gone on holidays. Leon hated every single one of them. They were all very loud and obnoxious and rude... in a sense, he sort of missed them though. Didn't know what he had until it was gone from him, sort of thing. He really didn't appreciate his family in his youth and envied those who were still connected to their families.[break][break]
"I did get the occasional 'are you possessed' from clergymen's kids. But mostly it was, 'are those colored contacts' or 'where'd you buy those, dude, they look so real...'" Leon laughed by the end of his recollections of how it'd been in school before looking to Dorian with a brow lifted.[break][break]
"Glad I could rescue you from being shipped with somebody's daughter." Not that he knew what that was like, but Leon imagined it was a bit like when his moms would try and get him to go on dates with their friend's kids.[break][break]
"That against having a partner?" Leon was honestly curious. Because if a guy that looked like that could settle with not needing a life partner than maybe he could too... right? Sure.
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★So A Predator Appears. Completely different from where he grew up. Probably was because of the city he was raised in then. Though when he thought hard enough about he may have gotten the contacts question in college. Such a small conversation though he'd all but forgotten it.
"Love's just a difficult thing you could say. I'd rather keep things simple. My job takes a lot of time and relationships take a lot of time. It'd be a hassle to sort the two out," Dorian answered figuring it was a good enough excuse. Though his main reason for not wanting a lover was his extracurricular activities.
Who'd love a monster like him when they learned? He'd already sort of diagnosed himself. It was an obsession brought on by his early seclusion and desire to watch crime tv. The Sigilyph his parents got for him didn't help any but it taught him to build masks and act like a normal person even when he wasn't.
"Not many people just go for a... casual relationship either," Dorian said with a slight pause. Pretty sure he'd know what he'd mean.
No strings attached just friends with benefits sort of deal. It was rare to find someone like that who didn't already have two or three other partners to help spoil them. Dorian wouldn't mind buying things but with a sex friend with more than one partner, it was like a game of roulette. Let's see how many times you can pull the trigger before you get an STD. Heck, he'd only had sex once since getting here because of his 'high' standards. If you could call it that.
"There's also the whole thing where if you make a lot of money people tend to want it. I don't mind gifts here and there but some people just get too greedy. I've actually found relationships with males to be far better," Dorian spoke from experience on that one. Some girl in college he supported for like two months then she threw a hissy fit when he refused to buy her the latest trending phone. He was a schoolboy he wasn't making that damn much. He didn't really date anyone else just banged a few.
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Post by Leon Harte on Sept 13, 2018 14:10:55 GMT -5
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"I don't think any relationship is easy." Leon admitted with far sassier a tone than he'd initially intended. At least it was a bit less sassy than the tone he'd put into the thought before it left his mouth. There was no chance for there to be silence before Leon explained himself a bit. "I mean, even friendships... they're a complicated mess. Unless you're just, completely, not romantic at all in the relationship. Even then, as a lover of romance, I tend to find relationships difficult and a bit, frankly, annoying. Develop a bond with somebody, explore that bond, try not to completely break it or let life tear it apart."[break][break]
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"I don't know why I'm single and have so few friends." Sarcasm at it's thickest.[break][break]
To relieve himself of too much embarrassment, he'd moved his attention to his Bulbasaur and gave her a petting. She cooed and leaned into his hand, which had him relaxing a bit. Come to think of it, most of his friends gave him things. Ken gave him the Bulbasaur for helping with trying to find that Ralts. Lars gave him Zan because Leon'd simply fallen in love with her while watching the battle between her and the Marshtomp. So he couldn't say he didn't have successful friendships, but maintaining them... well, actually, his friendships weren't that hard to keep.[break][break]
"Nevermind, you're right, it's just love. Just, ignore me." He waved his hand dismissively and tried not to blush. "I'm just, jaded, it's fine."[break][break]
He'd been telling himself that alot lately, and it so wasn't fine.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 18:38:22 GMT -5
★So A Predator Appears. Seems this fella's been hurt before when it comes to the game of love. Not an uncommon occurrence really. Dorian didn't really know the feeling though as he'd never been in love. Something he couldn't afford to do was fall in love. He'd already it plotted it all out in his mind. The escape and the murder both the only question would be once he is in love which would he choose.
"Jaded hmm," Dorian shook his head. "There's no point to being jaded. Nothing comes of it. The best part of being hurt is you know what led you there. You know what not to do and have learned what you must to improve yourself."
Love advise from a man who's never been in love. Odds were it wasn't the best advice. It came from a more scientific mind after all. Part of him wondered if the man was wanting to be babied now. Something Dorian would do if he wanted but not without inner grumbling of how weak he was.
"Don't listen to me though. I'm not the best judge in love," Dorian said watching him with his bulbasaur. There was a kind of love there. Something he somewhat had with Ahmose. Though that was because she was bound to him through blood. The yamask a ghost born of his first official victim. Her skull still sat on display in his house with so many others.
"Pretty sure the love between pokemon and their partners are the best and easiest," Dorian said giving a half sad smirk and looking away. "You like raising them spoiled like that?"
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Post by Leon Harte on Sept 14, 2018 13:45:03 GMT -5
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The best part of being hurt is that you know what led you there. Huh. Odd thing was, love was what led him to be hurt. So what, don't love? He supposed that would solve all of his problems. But then, what would he live for? For as long as his mothers had died all he'd wanted was somebody to love. Maybe that was the issue. Maybe he wasn't dependent enough on himself. Maybe he didn't trust himself.[break][break]
Listening to Dorian speak of love and then quickly dismiss the subject made Leon think that maybe he really shouldn't be so obsessed with it. God, he had other hobbies, didn't he? Sex. No, that wasn't a hobby. Pokemon! Which apparently, he spoiled, hm.[break][break]
"I don't know. She's only just hatched, so, I'm a bit paranoid in putting her into battle. That might be considered spoiling her, though." He took in a deep breath and leaned back. "Or, shit, maybe it is." He shrugged. "Guess it's just how I do things. What about you? You don't like to cuddle your Pokemon?"[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 19:10:04 GMT -5
★So A Predator Appears. Dorian was curious as to whether or not there was that big a difference from hatching the catching them in the wild. He didn't have the patience for human children though so he doubted he'd be any good with pokemon children. If one asked he'd still prefer them wild born and rasied. Learning to survive was key to becoming stronger. Not that he was going to deny him the fact he could raise his pokemon however he wanted.
"Cuddles only usually come when they start it," Dorian said shrugging. And the only pokemon on his team that was a cuddler was oddly enough his arbok. A giant cuddle snake. Stat was afraid of him, Lizzie was indifferent and Ahmose well she liked sitting on his shoulder or watching him but otherwise. Nope only one cuddler.
"Cuddling I guess just isn't my forte. Not that much is. Beyond what I learned in college I guess one could call me naive at life. Kept my grades at a b plus or above couldn't be found without my nose in a book. Full ride I had to make sure I earned it and kept it just so all the money I'd start earning went towards building me a home," Dorian said explaining how little he knew about socialization.
"It's something I feel comes first really. Building a home where you feel comfortable then inviting someone else in and if they are comfortable as well and don't make you uncomfortable. It's sort of bound to work out. Or at least that's what my idealistic mind tells me based on research. Humans are far more complicated than that though," Dorian said shaking it off. Money before love probably not his best advice again. But whatever it was how his scientifically ruled brain did things.
"You know they say opposites attract. It's always good to have common ground but if you're too common. Well, I honestly don't know," Dorian said having never found anyone like him.
"So you raise pokemon for a living or just a hobby," Dorian asked motioning towards a bench. No use in standing and talking when they could sit.
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Post by Leon Harte on Sept 14, 2018 19:30:04 GMT -5
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Long story short, money before love. Sex before love. God, maybe he didn't like love as much as he thought. No, no, that wasn't true.[break][break]
With a small smile, Leon looked over to the seat with a small nod and took a seat, setting Venna down to bounce around in the grass. "I guess... hell, I don't know. She's just a baby, you know? She knows Leaf Storm, but that's it. Literally no other move. It's the strangest thing..." He wished it was a sign of power, but really he figured it was just his luck.[break][break]
"Oh, and, I raise Pokemon... for fun? Sort of just a hobby." Leon frowned as he kicked his feet. "I'm just sort of not doing anything right now. I know, that sounds so very interesting, but." He laughed at himself before continuing. "I'm a Breeder, work at a ranch and everything, but. I think on one hand I'd like to get my own Breeding Ranch going, like, that'd be pretty cool you know? But on the other hand, I sort of just... want to travel around. See, learn, have fun with my Pokemon. But I hate camping, and hiking, and most things that come with exploration so."[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2018 7:44:10 GMT -5
★So A Predator Appears. "Better take her somewhere with water or electric types then. No use never putting her in battle it'll only hinder her growth. No one is going to want a bulbasaur with one move and as weak as a ditto," Dorian said in response. Listening to his tale of wanting his own breeding farm but also not being ready to settle down.
Honestly, that was part of Dorian's problem as well. He was restless though he was restless for far different reasons. It was still there though that feeling to keep moving from place to place to not let himself fall into habits and be discovered. To become so comfortable he becomes careless.
"Then don't camp. Cities are just as big as the wilderness. I live here and bet you I haven't even been down a tenth of these streets," Dorian said looking up. "It's quite strange being in a new place with faces you've never seen before. I lived in such a small town for so long I feel like an alien not knowing anyone here."
He didn't even really know his workmates. He knew his patients some but honestly, he kind of tuned out their droning after a while and just kept a smile on his face. He wasn't the easiest person to get to know especially in the work environment. He expected the best of his team so he was hard on them. He wasn't a doctor to be liked by them that was what he told himself.
Already the chatter was spreading about him being two-faced. Kind to patients terrible to peers. He barely talked to them outside the operation room so he could kind of see it. A cold calculating and quiet doctor. They probably thought he was high on himself for getting such high marks. And he didn't care enough to tell them otherwise. Everyone had their opinions anyway.
"Running your own breeding farm though. That'll be a chore and a half. Cleaning and feeding alone could take up most of your day. Plus training and the attention you must give to each. I definitely could never do that the idea of changing old peoples diapers alone makes me want to gag," Dorian chuckled a bit.
"Plus the money involved. If you don't book everything just right you'll be paying more than you're earning. Guess that's where staff comes in, accountants, farm hands, trainers, it takes a lot," he cast him a sideways glance before letting his gaze fall on the bulbasaur.
"Is it worth it I wonder...just looking at her would you say it is," Dorian asked.
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Post by Leon Harte on Sept 15, 2018 10:14:39 GMT -5
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Water or electric types, yeah. That was true... honestly, there were few things that Leon thought about when it came to Venna. One, food. She ate the sun, that was nice. Two, leveling her up, and perhaps that was silly of him. He made a mental note to take her someplace she could get a good training session in. Maybe the falls? That was pretty far away, but he could manage it. Maybe a small little journey was something he and his team needed, anyway... yeah.[break][break]
In a way, he was pretty sure that Dorian had just told him to go be a trainer. And oddly enough, the idea didn't disgust him. Maybe he should text Lars and ask Lars his opinion, or call him... probably call him. Maybe he'd think about it more before bringing it up to anybody. The way Leon's brain worked, it was more likely to happen the less he talked about it. Oh shit, was that his issue behind love all along? He didn't talk about it enough?! Well damn, talk about self-reflective...[break][break]
As Venna ventured off, Leon pulled one of his Pokeballs from his waist. He tossed out Auz, his Azumarill, and smiled. "Will you keep an eye on her please?"[break][break]
Auz let out a small sigh and started to pick blades of grass and different flowers, his fairy side popping out in a creative way. He was making Venna a flower crown. Because she looked cute in them. The second Venna saw the dual type, she hopped over and happily gave him a lick on his side before rubbing against him and nomming at the grass.[break][break]
"I don't know if 'worth it' is the word I'd use. I've been apart of a Ranch, an Assistant Manager, which does literally fifty percent of the work, or at least it feels like it. It's just something to keep your hands busy. Breeding is the only thing I've done where I don't feel like I'm not good enough for it. In a way, I suppose oddly enough, starting up a Ranch would be my easy way out." He leaned back and crossed his feet at his ankles, thinking on that. "But what would I even call it?"[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2018 11:05:45 GMT -5
★So A Predator Appears. So he knew how hard the work would be. Having to do fifty percent of it himself. Dorian watched his two pokemon being all cutesy which honestly was quite the sickening sight. Fairy types were actually on his to hate list which it came to pokemon. Not that he normally told anyone that. Everyone going how can you hate cute pokemon? Just a preference he supposed.
"It's hard work but it'd be the easy way out hmm," Dorian pondered his words. "I suppose that is the same for me. Being a doctor is hard work. Day in and day out working with people, filing papers, performing surgeries a single mistake could cause a person their life. It's hard work but it keeps me busy. I don't have to worry about life outside of it. Love, friends, family, they all sort of fade into the background while I work."
"Pretty sure there are movies about workaholics like us. Teaching us the value of life beyond work. The value of love and family. I'll admit when one really thinks about it is a lonely existence," Dorian said knowing he's pushed away his family and he had zero friends. He considered both liabilities yet he was human there was that longing there for someone to have fun with to call a friend or a lover. How troublesome being human was.
"There's nothing wrong with the easy way out. If you want to start your own ranch I'll partner in it. Give you some funds to help build it if you want. Twenty-five percent of the company would at least put me in on decisions. Between the two of our heads, we should be able to keep it profitable," Dorian offered.
"Probably should do some soul searching first before you say yes or no. It doesn't need a wavering owner. Go out there and get your footing then come back and tell me if you want to be lonely workaholics together," Dorian said smirking a bit kind of hoping he would. It'd be a strange venture for him sure but two sources of income could only increase his retirement fund. Plus it was two ways to keep him busy. To prevent him from going out at night to fulfill his desires. No cut the thought off there don't think about it.
Dorian leaned back closing his eyes sort of soaking up the sun, not unlike that bulbasaur.
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