Post by alyssa on Jan 12, 2012 13:55:14 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]The fly to Castelia had been rather uneventful, save for a few Wingull here and there that Salamence had taken upon himself to chase without first giving any indication of such antics to his trainer. The sudden movements of him jerking from one side to another, up, or down normally would not have bothered her...had she stabilized herself correctly, at least. She was used to diving down towards the ground at incredibly high speeds thanks for years working with Flygon. However, riding Salamence was different from riding Flygon. The Dragon Pokemon beneath her was shorter but more powerfully built than the lithe Mystic Pokemon. She could actually sit or crouch upon Salamence’s broad back, whereas she sat upon Flygon’s shoulders. Salamence is more acquainted to long-distance flights, though... she had thought. The Dragon Pokemon turned red as a silhouette of energy overtook his solid form before he receeded into the ruby-colored Cherish Ball which Alyssa held in her hand to call her pokemon back. They had landed easily enough on the docks of Castelia, and Alyssa couldn’t help but go a bit wide-eyed at the sights before her. Such immense structures, the buildings were. This City was huge...larger than Goldenrod, Lilycove, Veilstone or Celadon, even. Wow... she thought. The last time she’d been here not too many years ago was to challenge the Gym Leader and claim his badge for her own. She’d breezed in and out of the City as fast as possible, without taking any time to look around besides hunting for the gym. That’s what I get for being so ambitious... she mused silently as she now searched for the address which Lune had given her. It wasn’t long before she located the condo – luckily it was an easy find – and knocked. After a moment of silence, she knocked again, this time turning the handle slightly and pushing. Much to her surprise, the door swung open quietly. She stumbled slightly from being caught unprepared for the door opening, but soon righted herself and looked around. She felt like an intruder, really, and not intentionally as she had in the past – like when she broke into Steven Stone’s Fallarbor home. ”Er...Lune?” she called quietly. ”You there?” [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style][style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES Let's get this party startedMUSIC Colors of the Wind from Pocahontas WORDS 368 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE] |