Post by alyssa on Oct 18, 2011 22:56:41 GMT -5
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[style= font: 20px Monotype Corsiva; color: EEE9E9]Notes: Hope this is okay <3 Music: The Stereotype Song - Your Favorite Martian Words: 573 Credit to Meniph of LS[/style] | [atrb=style, padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #; opacity: 0.5][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: EEE9E9]Alyssa listened to the breeze outside pick up slightly. It was around midnight, and everything was quiet on the northernmost part of Route 115 except for nature itself. Alyssa sighed and leaned back against the leafy wall of her Secret Base, hugging the Mudkip Doll close to her body. She had let her pokemon out of their pokeballs. Her secret base was in a massive tree, so the base itself was large. It was practically her new home. Swampert was curled up next to Cannon on the Fire Blast mat in the main area. Amon was resting, his clawed paw resting atop the other, supporting his chin between the Red and Tropical Plants, beneath the Torchic, Mudkip, and Treecko posters. Although he seemed asleep, Alyssa knew the Disaster Pokemon was awake and ready to leap at any given moment. Flygon was laying flat across the top of the stand Alyssa had at one point used to display dolls she collected years ago, while Weavile and Daybreak paraded around, looking for nothing in particular to do. Alyssa watched her pokemon silently. This was one of the few times when they could afford to relax and lose the war-faced façade that they were forced to bear as a burden whenever they were off of the small …close to island, really of Route 115. Alyssa sighed. Daybreak had been acting more and more distressed since everything began a few years ago, and although she remained the same pokemon personality-wise, she’d changed. Alyssa knew she would become more normal again after everything passed, but she remained concerned about her beloved Espeon. The pokemon’s red-gemed forehead glowed, and her forked tail quivered immediately, setting Alyssa on a bit of an alert. ”Daybreak…” Alyssa said, gaining at least one open eye from all of her other pokemon. ”What is it?” The Espeon’s deep violet gaze looked into Alyssa’s eyes, and Alyssa could interpret the meaning anyway she wanted from the gaze. Nodding, she pushed herself to her feet, brushing off the black dress that she wore. Glancing at her other pokemon, she spoke after a moment. ”I’ll be back shortly. If something happens…you know what to do.” it was true, in a time like this, she had trained her pokemon for a desired reaction in an undesirable situation. Gesturing to Daybreak and Weavile, Alyssa walked forward to the exit of her Secret Base. Before leaving, she withdrew the two pokemon into their pokeballs. Clipping the balls onto her belt, she leaned out the yawning opening in the top of the tree, looking down to the ground at least three stories below her. Swallowing, Alyssa took the vine out of her ‘door latch’ and let it drop conveniently all the way to the ground. She belayed down the side of the tree with the vine in a manner that most would expect someone wearing a dress not to follow. Landing quietly, she walked around the practical maze of plants and tall grass that coated the small plateau of land. Closing her eyes, Alyssa waited for the wind to die down before sighing. She could sense somebody else, She was no Psychic, but over the years she had become more in-tune with surroundings and who was near her. Swallowing, she called out quietly, as though afraid of disturbing the peaceful night. ”…Hello? Is someone there?” I don’t want to fight… she thought, as though the other person could hear her mind. [/style] |
