Post by alyssa on Nov 21, 2011 1:03:33 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;] [/style] [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]let me save you[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]to redeem myself[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Alyssa looked out over the water lapping hungrily at the shores of Lilycove. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been sitting where she was. She hadn’t moved, scarcely even breathed from the time it took for the sun to break just over the sea level to slightly elevated in the sky. The clouds were illuminated by the burning brilliance of the sun, tainting their usual white color a pink-red-orange that reminded Alyssa of a painting her parents hung in their home when she was younger. Her white hair was stuffed beneath the red beanie atop her head, which cut off just above the line of her eyebrows, letting her pass for a boy from the back. A tuft of her bangs stuck out above the bridge of her nose and between her cerulean eyes. They watched the water unblinkingly, the moving waves almost hypnotizing her to stay watching. A cool sea breeze blew over the small beach, but it didn’t bother her, despite the fact she was wearing a sleeveless black shirt. The black gloves that cut off halfway up her hand stretched just past her elbows, too, leaving plenty of skin. For some reason, the stillness which she had practiced for the morning lulled her senses to sleep, almost.She moved, finally, when she glanced down at her left hand against her red pants. In it was a crumpled note she held. Ever since her recent ‘promotion’ of sorts to the Regional Leader of Hoenn for Nox, roughly ten days ago, she’d kept it almost constantly on her person as soon as she’d written the original copy. She had written a letter to someone she hadn’t seen in a long time – her childhood friend, Wallace. She had felt compelled to see him at this change in her original plan of simply trying to end the war. Maybe he could offer her some sort of advice on what it was like to be a leader of that importance? He was Hoenn’s current champion…he must have a tip or two for her, right? Among other things? Steven Stone, too. However, she’d never met Steven. She knew Wallace had connections with him, though, and she’d asked him to contact Steven and meet her there – on the shores of Lilycove. After sending the message to Wallace’s secretaries via bird pokemon from Fortree, she had simply left to start on her way to a safe location before heading to Lilycove. Alyssa moved her right hand slightly against the top of Cannon’s head-body on which she was sitting. Recently, she’d taken to watching sunrises and sunsets with her pokemon one at a time. She hoped maybe it would better acquaint her with them if she hadn’t already, and put them that much closer to being friends and comrades rather than simply trainer and pokemon. In truth Cannon wasn't the only one out at the moment...Swampert was out as well, but he was well-hidden beneath surface of the waves, having a good time in a more natural environment than in a pokeball, hunting for himself. Alyssa found that food that he would eat in the wild - i.e. other fish-like pokemon - was a good supplement to his diet. She turned her left hand slightly to face the note upwards towards her eyes, and she re-read the letter, quietly. She spoke out loud though there was nobody to hear besides the Metagross below her, which stood still as a stone, watching the sunrise and waves with her. ”Hello Wallace, Sighing a bit, Alyssa leaned over slightly, keeping her legs crossed and as flat as possible to the sides of her black-sneakered feet. ”How did that sound?” she asked the Iron-Leg pokemon nervously. The usually stoic, and unblinking eyes of the Metagross looked up at her, jolting suddenly from their fixed gaze on the ocean. A metallic-sounding rumble, accompanied by a bit of movement from the pokemon that Alyssa could only assume was the equivalent of a shrug made her sigh again, hanging her head slightly in disappointment. ”Oh…” she said quietly. ”I just…hope I get to see him. We've kept in contact less than we should and only met each other on occasion...it's harder to now, too.” Because of the war… she added silently. Another rumble sounded from the pokemon, and it blinked once, in a way that Alyssa felt was almost sympathetically. ”Well…” she said, rubbing her hand against the Metagross’ body again. ”All I can do is wait…” [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, Hope this was okay </3 WORDS, 921 |
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