Post by alyssa on Jan 25, 2012 13:29:03 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]Alyssa clenched her fists and felt her body begin to shake. If she tensed much more, the cell phone in her right hand would most likely break. Her teeth ground together quietly and her jaw trembled. Ever since she first received word of the loss at Sootopolis, she had felt sick – not physically, but mentally and almost emotionally. She felt disappointment, frustration, anger, and a bitter sense of failure at no person other than herself. Hoenn’s Leader. A humiliating defeat to Lux at Sootopolis...what kind of ‘Leader’ did that make her? In her home Region too. ”Why...?” she asked the empty Shoal Cave, her voice scarcely heard over the splashing, low-tide water. It was eight o’clock in the evening, and the tide would be coming in soon. ”Why?!” she shouted, looking up into the dark, shadowed ceiling of the cavern.The sand beneath her feet crunched as her weight shifted and she jumped off the ledge on which she’d been standing, pacing furiously back and forth as though she would burn to death if she stood in one place. ”I wasn’t here...Lux’s president was, though.” She chewed the inside of her lip, and felt the gazes of her pokemon burning into her as they stared at their trainer, lost as to know what to do. It had been a long while since they’d seen her in a fit like this. ”I could have stopped the seige...that complete, and utter loss.” she kicked the deposits of Shoal Salt that were sitting in her path, sending the mineral flying. She didn’t need to worry about it, though, within two tide cycles it would be re-deposited. ”We were thrashed as though we didn’t stand a chance, as though Nox showed no resistance!” The Veteran Trainer closed her phone and put it in her pocket lest she break it as she felt the furstration that had been building for the past few days threatening to fly from her chest as words through her mouth. ”Nox should have been there! They should have put up more of a fight! Did they just let Lux walk all over them?!” she picked up a Shoal Shell that had been left washed up from the last high tide and hurled it against the side of the Cave, shattering the delicate object as it collided. ”I should have been there!” she shouted into the nothingness, hearing her voice echo within the caverns. ”What sort of ‘Leader’ am I?!” she questioned herself furiously. ”If Hoenn’s own Leader wasn’t there to defend a City – not to mention one containing something sacred like the Cave of Origin – what are they?!” She ground her teeth and shook her head vigorously, shutting her eyes. ”I should have been there!” she repeated angrily, her voice hardening. ”I could have helped! I could have driven Lux forces back! I should have been there to lead! “ She kicked another pile of Shoal Salt. ”Sootopolis would not have been lost if I hadn’t agreed to be Platinum’s hostage for that week, I could have been!” She slammed the side of her fist against the rocky wall, gritting her teeth at the pain that shot through her hand and arm. ”I was torn by my duties! Being her hostage for that week would help much-needed goods and medicine get from Cianwood to Olivine!” She felt as though she were explaining herself. But to what? To whom? Nobody. Her voice dropped as the initial flash of anger subsided into regret and shame. ”....what kind of Leader am I if I let myself get torn by my duties so easily? If I let issues from the past interfere with the present? I could have just assigned – no...” she shook her head. ”Platinum would only have accepted me as a hostage...” A thought entered her mind. ”D...did Platinum do it on purpose?” her eyes widened slightly at the idea, ”...did Platinum know they would attack Sootopolis then? That taking me as her hostage then would allow a part of Hoenn - my home – to be taken?” She sank to her knees on the damp sand, the horror of the thought filling her. ”N-no...” she didn’t want to believe it. ”Platinum...she wouldn’t have done that to me....would she have?” Alyssa felt her jaw trembling somewhat, both from the anger still within her and the chills washing over her from the cold air of the cave. ”.....why Sootopolis....” she murmured, staring at the ground. ”How am I supposed to lead?!” she yelled, sitting back sharply and turning her face upwards towards the ceiling. ”I’m not a born leader!!” It was the truth, she was not someone who was born or raised to lead. She had ambition that could drive her when channeled properly, but until it was channeled she would be guided by her instincts. ”Show me! What should I be doing?! What am I doing wrong?! What can I do better?! Something!” her voice died slightly. ”Anything..” Her ears rang with the echos racing through the cave, and the only other sound besides the water was her panting breath. [/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 Set just a few days after Nox loses the Battle of Sootopolis. 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