Figment of My Imagination [V-Day, Caitlin]

[thanatos]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]I swear to drunk I'm not god [/style] Theres very little that gives him a headache quite like having too much to drink earlier in the day. Fuck. Thanatos slowly lowers his forehead to his palm and scrunches his eyes closed with discomfort. He normally doesnt drink in the morning like he had today - too soon after waking up for that. Today is different, though. He's been in Johto until now. From his rampage in Goldenrod to satisfy his bloodlust in return for Giovanni's death, to staying as a runaway and under the radar in the woods north of the Lake of Rage in a tiny cabin with Azrael. None of that is the same. He's in Sinnoh for the first time in months. He's home. Though he bears no such attachment to the word or place which he abandoned long ago. He stayed the night in his Resort Area Mansion, but now the teenager sits in the woods north of the thriving portion of said area, sitting on a rock staring down at a small circle of glass-like water reflecting the sky and coming night. He looks nothing like normal. Rather than fine-groomed and a suit, he's down to slacks and a half-unbuttoned dress shirt. His hair is shaggy and far longer than it has been before in his life, and the white stripes are a dark gray - proof of his hair dye fading. He's a mess.

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,125] [style=font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px;]Team, [/style] [style=font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -35px;]tags, Noka as Caitlin notes, -- ✲ AMB Tanz [/style]

[Iris]

What was it about whistling that people found so...fun? Or rather, nice to do. She heard people do it all the time and honestly it annoyed her just a tad bit. Especially since she had tried to whistle herself just moments ago and had failed utterly. However, why in the world was she thinking about that? Because she had just heard people whistling, and it irritated her. The resort was supposed to be a peaceful place where one could go to relax, and that was especially important with the war now, and yet some people sought to break that peace with their horrid whistling.

She just did not like it at all. So that was why she had decided to come out here to the woods; surely there would be none of that horrid whistling out here, and if there were? She'd chuck the perpetrator into the nearest body of water. Where that was, she wasn't quite sure, but there was no doubt in her mind that she would find it if the need arose. That...was right around when she walked right past a man, continued, then paused, a frown on her face. Then she turned around and peered at the man, all the while letting her hair hang just a little off the ground. It was just for show, but it usually got people curious.

"Is something the matter?" she asked of him. Why was she getting involved in people's affairs...? This was going to be a VERY odd day.

[thanatos]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]I swear to drunk I'm not god [/style] He doesn't even notice when someone passes by, contrary to how often he perks up when he senses someone else near him. It's a habit picked up from when you need to watch your back. He swallows slightly and lifts his head when he hears someone else's voice. His two-toned golden eyes lock on the woman just feet from him. Her hair appears to be floating slightly. That's...not possible... He speaks, his voice rough like broken glass for having not used it in ages, "...are you a hallucination?" Better to ask than go on not knowing.

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,125] [style=font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px;]Team, [/style] [style=font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -35px;]tags, Noka as Caitlin notes, -- ✲ AMB Tanz [/style]

[Iris]

...The nerve of this guy, not even bothering to answer her question. So she just stared at him for a little, and was half-tempted to just leave. But then...what kind of amusement would she get? This guy was...interesting, even if he had decided the smart thing to do was to ignore her question. "A hallucination? I should think I'm not. If I were, do you really think I would have stopped to speak to you, hm?" she asked of him, approaching and letting her hair stop floating. Maybe that was "freaking him out", as it were. "Now. Is something the matter?" she repeated the question, tilting her head slightly in curiosity and amusement.