Post by cheren on Jun 14, 2012 9:12:40 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, padding: 10 0 0 0, btable][atrb=style, margin: 0 10 0 0][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width, 100][style=border: 2px solid #FF7711; padding: 5px][/style] [style= font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px]TAGS absolutely anyone! COUNT 363 NOTES casual thread is go[/style] | [atrb=bgcolor,66CCCC][atrb=cellspacing, 7, btable][atrb=width, 3] | [atrb=width,350][style=float: right; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Opelucid was as breathtaking as ever. Radically different from anything like sleepy Nuvema Town or the solace of White Forest. Everyone was always moving. They had places to go, places to be. He did not. Ustina wove her lithe body around Cheren's leg. She licked at a paw before gazing at her trainer with amber eyes. Perhaps he'd feel more at home here. The cat sensed his restlessness. Cheren never stayed in one place for too long anyways. That was initially what had attracted her to him as a Purrloin. She wanted to go to places too, not be stuck at Striaton Town for the rest of her nine lives. The cat started as her trainer suddenly moved forward. Ustina gave a slight hiss at not being given notice about his movements, then trotted after him. Why Cheren had come to Opelucid City, not even he knew. Then again, he rarely ever knew why he was floating around so much. Finding Black, White, or Bianca would have been a logical beginning to his travels. On the other hand, he wasn't so sure if he wanted to see them. Finding the reasons behind his restless spirit was something that Cheren would have to figure out for himself. He paused to toss a coin at a street performer, briefly envious of the carefree expression on their face. Perhaps he too should take up music. "It sounds nice, doesn't it, Ustina?" |
Cheren pushed his orange glasses up his face. The pensive expression had returned. There was a lot to think about, about the war, about the future, about himself. He'd hoped to stay out of the war, but tensions within Unova were still high. He was surprised that Burgh had thrown open his city's gates for the Olympics.
Lux and Nox all gathered in one space, under the same roof. It would prove to be interesting.[/style][/td]
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