Post by lou on Oct 17, 2012 20:35:18 GMT -5
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and i'm sacrificing my dignity with this thread
[/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color:#fff;]It's a little town called Pallet, and people call it a haven. To Red, it's always been a prison. Surrounded by water on one end and violent creatures that could kill in a heartbeat on the other, Red has never, ever found himself staying here.
There's too much of his father in him, his mother used to say. He's too impatient, he's too eager, he's too confident. But Red's never taken any of it to heart. He walks with an easy confidence, because he's the best. All these years, only one challenger, a young woman with a Typhlosion, has been able to stand against him and make it worth his time.
But she's gone now. She failed, and he turned his back on her and never saw her again. He doesn't wonder about her. He just thinks of her trudging silently down the mountain, swallowing her battered pride.
If the Ursaring got her, then nothing would be lost. Red spares no compassion for weaklings.
He refuses to look at his old childhood home. He doesn't like the memories it brings back. He keeps his crimson eyes on the lab. Hopefully no one would recognize him. He's tall now, a bit more rugged from the mountain, and that stupid hat's been long gone for ages.
But there's still that same intensity and arrogance in his gaze. He's quieter now, having had no reason to prattle on as he used to do, but bits of the hot-headed youth that had burned through Kanto still show in his poise.
And he's not sorry for leaving. He's only loathing the return.
[/td][/tr][/table]There's too much of his father in him, his mother used to say. He's too impatient, he's too eager, he's too confident. But Red's never taken any of it to heart. He walks with an easy confidence, because he's the best. All these years, only one challenger, a young woman with a Typhlosion, has been able to stand against him and make it worth his time.
But she's gone now. She failed, and he turned his back on her and never saw her again. He doesn't wonder about her. He just thinks of her trudging silently down the mountain, swallowing her battered pride.
If the Ursaring got her, then nothing would be lost. Red spares no compassion for weaklings.
He refuses to look at his old childhood home. He doesn't like the memories it brings back. He keeps his crimson eyes on the lab. Hopefully no one would recognize him. He's tall now, a bit more rugged from the mountain, and that stupid hat's been long gone for ages.
But there's still that same intensity and arrogance in his gaze. He's quieter now, having had no reason to prattle on as he used to do, but bits of the hot-headed youth that had burned through Kanto still show in his poise.
And he's not sorry for leaving. He's only loathing the return.
MADE BY RIVER!, WHO IS FOREVER DOING THE HORSE DANCE
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