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Post by Carmella Webbs on May 20, 2015 7:29:07 GMT
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Its better this way. Was that too harsh of a thing to say?
Mulling over those four words, at the time it didn't sound so. Her mother always been quite the actress, dramatic and guilt-tripping parts of her that would otherwise be forgotten if it was anyone else.
The road leading out of the town was quite lonely at this time of day- but twilight always was a favorite of hers as well. The sky, painted with purples, reds, oranges with the fading daytime sky as night quickly approaches. The comfortable buzz of late spring, cooling air that felt nice as the breeze brushed by the nape of her neck. Her thumb hovered over a name- Margret. Mom. Mother.
Typically children don't call their mothers by their first name- unless they were pretty chill or asking for an ass whooping. But after so many years of listening to her father say her mother's real name in disdain, it felt foreign and strange. Then again, her being closer to her father's girlfriend of two years than her birth mother gave their relationship... ah, one out of obligation rather than respect.
Her mother must know this- after all, if anything beside her bright green eyes, Mel did inherit her blunt way of addressing people.
"Barely a month back in Hoenn, and this is the bullshit I'll be dealing with." She whined, to no one in particular. Pocketing her device in her back pocket, she gave a theatrical sigh.
This time of day always been lonely. Pretty and lonely; she's use to it but would it kill any of the masters of the universe to send her a friendly face to chat up with.
Wait...
Grinning, she snapped her fingers as the thought just dawn to her- but she wasn't alone. "C'mon out, Jas." A flash of a red beam and materialized Murkrow- or now affectionately called, Jas. Flapping his wings, the black bird pokemon gave a pleased cry; bending her arm, offering her fore arm for a place the pokemon to perch on. "Well aren't you chipper. Those hours in the ball didn't get to you?" She cooed, a wide grin and her guilt evaporating like that. She could issue an apology tomorrow- for now, its birb time.
Jas crowed, flapping his wings before lifting off as he hopped onto the ground. Her pokemon wasn't energetic as some but she slowed to a stop, raising an brow as she gaze followed the crow pokemon hop over to the otherside of the road. "Huh? Looking for something?" She couldn't see all too well into the forest- dark and... "...Or rather someone?"
N-nah. There couldn't be. Hoenn isn't that kind of place to have creeps lurking in the shadows... right? Right?
Benji arrived at Birch's lab like clockwork, giving the majestic cotton bird he had hitched a ride from to get from Fortree all the way here gentle strokes down her long blue neck, bidding her farewell as he watched her ascend, blending into the clouds she resembled. His coat pocket bore the professor's letter. It was a calling, Benji told himself, even while he tightly gripped the Pokeball in hand. Some part of him wondered if this was something he was making up as he was going along. God forbid that be the case, because he was about to be stuck out here for a while until he could actually get hold of the gym again.
He waited till night began to loom upon them, spending the afternoon mulling around Littleroot. Night was hardly the best of times to travel, but he had little options with the Pokemon he had. They were built for the night, practically nocturnal. Benji was rather, the exact opposite, known for waking up at the crack of dawn to start on a busy day. His Hoothoot materialized, hooting impatiently. He bounced eagerly on Benji's shoulder, completely ignoring the fact that he had a forearm guard. Alright, so his Pokemon wasn't the brightest. That could change. Benji could change that, certainly.
They started their way down Route 101. Benji regarded the scenery with wariness, well aware of the possibility of Pokemon popping out of nowhere when you least expected it. His Hoothoot, still unnamed, swooped between the branches while his cries echoed through the grassy terrain. "Slow down," he grumbled, not too keen on having to chase his Pokemon. He jostled the egg that Birch had left for him to attend to. Day one and he had two things to take care of already. While Benji might have found both fascinating on an academic level, night drew in and he was exhausted already. All he wanted to do was get to the next damn town.
His Hoothoot darted through the shrubbery noisily, quite unlike his species. He burst through the bushes, possibly startling one overly inquisitive Murkrow.
Post by Carmella Webbs on May 23, 2015 5:40:40 GMT
notes;;im so sorry im late but here ya go <3 ! words;;what are words tag;; BENJI FAIRFAX
She, Camella Andorra Webbs, was not afraid of some... possible thing lurking in the shadows.
She seen the snowy tops of Kalos and trudge through the thickest of thicket, she was almost twenty goddamn it. This didn't frighten her. Not one bit. Even if... poorly timed memories of the past, of those late nights in hotel rooms, watching movies she shouldn't of ghastlys and banette haunting children like little dicks they are, people dying from horrible accidents and... no one being there to help because they were all alone.
Hahaha ha h a.
No sirree, she was as cool as cumber and as her grip tighten on her bag's strap, she squinted into the forest, her bright green eyes searching for any movement and if she needed to bolt at a moment notice.
Her breath held when the brushed rustled- Jas the murkrow was right on his call- and she weakly called out, "H-hey, come back here before you ge--"
She never did finish that sentence- an unwomanly sound of horror, her murkrow sudden jump and squawking at the new face. Its... Its...
Just a hoothoot? Sighing in relief, she missed the masculine voice that previously called for the the bird pokemon and oblivious to the man who followed behind, having a wide grin on her face. "Awww, you found a friend, huh?" She cooed, her tilting her head, thinking the pokemon as a wild. "I haven't seen a hoothoot in forever." I was only laspe in that moment of worry for nothing, she mused. I wonder if I get close enough, if I could... Reaching into her back pocket for a pokeball as she crept closer, not too spook the flying type as he did with Jas, who was jittery and shyly peeking from behind his wing.
He tensed at every slight rustle he heard. Benji Fairfax was not scared, please. He'd spent a fair number of years living in the treetops, where the Nincada sang through the tropical nights and kept him awake until the wee hours of the morning. The pressing issue at hand was figuring out where the hell his damn Hoothoot had wandered off to. Benji was starting to wonder if he should have chosen a tamer species, like a Swablu or something. They were less unpredictable.
Besides, it was dark. Having to see in this was asking the impossible of him. The thin man with a slight build walked carefully, making sure to watch where he tread lest he got spooked by something.
Meanwhile, his Hoothoot continued to chirp happily, pleased to have made himself a new acquaintance of sorts. He was noisily flapping his wings and being the complete opposite of a silent predator, hopping constantly on one foot. Benji could hear him from a mile away. "There you are," he grumbled, tucking his egg under his arm while he marched up to his Hoothoot. The Pokemon glanced up with wide, saucer-sized eyes and jumped towards him. Benji made sure that he landed on his arm guard, like he should have from the start.
He gave Carmella a look over, realising that his Hoothoot had been a nuisance. He couldn't bring himself to be surprised, really. "Apologies. He's new to this and excited to be out at night." The bird at her foot... Benji was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. "That's a fine specimen of Murkrow you have there."
Post by Carmella Webbs on May 23, 2015 14:28:01 GMT
notes;;birb buddies o/ ! words;;what are words tag;; BENJI FAIRFAX
She blinked, jerking her head up at the sound of a masculine voice- okay, she only jumped a little. There was a moment of general "Aw man" as the Hoothoot skittered off back to his trainer- but straightening up, Mel flustered.
"N-no, no, don't apologize." She waved her hand, trying to play off the second of fright; maybe walking at night wasn't the brightest ideas. At least the guy seemed nice- and glancing at his Hoothoot, she smiled. "Hoothoots are usually nocturnal animals, no? Beside a pokemon with a little enthusiasm is always good in my book."
If it wasn't for the pokemon shying away, she would've reached out to pet his soft feathers. But maybe she'll get another chance later. "He is, isn't he? Cute but..." Glancing at the dark type, who cocked his head to the side, a little nervous being under the other trainer's stare. "He's a little skittish when it comes to new people, I think. Too a bit for 'im to get use to me." Lifting up her arm, she gave a small snap- the pokemon looked up, before flapping his wings and perching himself on his owner's arm. Giving a small rise of the wing, a tentative wave of sorts, and hesitant "Krow", she chuckled. "I think he gotten a little spooked by your Hoothoot but he'll live."
Now peering at the new face, she scratched at her cheek with a sheepish grin. "I'm Mel. I don't normally meet people appearing outta bushes but you seem nice." Murkrow nodded along, giving another shy "Mur-Krow." Holding out her free, she offer a hand shake- formal, yes, but best go what she was taught. "You heading out of Littleroot?"
Benji maintained an intense gaze on the Murkrow. He couldn't help it. Flying types fascinated him the same way they did back when he was younger. Working with them for all these years had always made him feel happy. "They're usually a lot more mellow," he remarked, not expecting Carmella to understand that. He guessed that temperaments between the same species were liable to their variations, but he had always hoped that he could have gotten a more placid and calm Pokemon that reflected his own personality. Keeping up with Hoothoot's excitable nature was proving to be tiring.
His Hoothoot didn't seem keen on repenting despite Carmella's words. He gave another hoot and simply preened his feathers, cooing occasionally while Benji arranged his feathers for him. The bird was evidently poor at maintaining his own appearance. There was this nagging sensation at the back of his mind, cautioning him that this might just all go to hell.
The male narrowed his eyes at the Hoothoot. What an unapologetic birdbrain. "He's sorry for spooking your Murkrow," he said on his behalf. The Pokemon was distracted by the rustling leaves. "We are. He was sleeping through the day,, but now he's absolutely restless." Hoothoot flapped his wings again, as to reassert his presence amongst the small travelling group. Nice, huh? Benji showed no visible change in expression, although he supposed he was pleasantly surprised by that way of putting things. "Benji Fairfax." Maybe she recognised him from a zine or something. "Pleasure."
Post by Carmella Webbs on May 29, 2015 14:05:51 GMT
notes;;birb buddies o/ ! words;;what are words tag;; BENJI FAIRFAX
"Oh?" She said, raising an eyebrow to see the guy more focused on her pokemon than herself. But then again, she glanced more often than at his Hoothoot- temptation to pet the fluff ball of feathers was great. "Do you work often with Murkrow? My father use to have a honchkrow when I was young- I'm more use to them being sneaky than shy and mellow." Well she suppose its better to have a pokemon who hesitates rather than one who wants to take on the world- or worse, thinks of itself on a pedestal above.
Waving off the apology and shaking her head, she gave a light laugh. "He can live. Maybe it'll teach him to be a little less curious." The murkrow nuzzled his head against her cheek, crowing softly. "Stop it you baby. Its okay, they aren't going to hurt you." She assured, but with a giggle that followed, the dark type wasn't that sure.
Reaching out with her free hand for a shake, Mel paused- ...Benji Fairfax. It rang a bell but as she studied the other's face, she wasn't sure... "Well if we're being formal, Benji I'm Carmella Webbs." She gave a sly grin, as she chimed confidently, "Future Coordinator extraordinaire." Letting go of the other's hand, she took a step closer and pet the Hoothoot with an attitude. "Man, this guy is a cutie. I couldn't resist, sorry."
She glanced at the trainer, tilting her head as she mentioned, "Hey- so are you from around these parts? I get the feeling I seen you before..." Such a soft birdie. Her Murkrow squawked in slight jealousy, sulking as he watch her pat the Hoothoot on the head.
"I worked with Flying-types previously," Benji explained with practised ease, like when he had to show guests around the Fortree Gym. Mellow probably hadn't been the best word to describe them, but cunning and sneaky carried negative connotations he didn't want to imply. The Murkrow that dwelled on his window at night had been befriended enough to leave him whatever odd trinkets they found at the night. It was heartening, he guessed, that they placed enough faith in him to offer him gifts ranging from a ring they stole from someone's nightstand or a dead Rattata.
Formal was alright, even if he hadn't been intending for it. Benji carefully lowered the Hoothoot down, seeing as his arm guard was on his right... He raised his brow at her confidence, but did not raise an objection to it. Coordinators, after all, needed that sort of confidence for the stage. Commendable, Benji decided.
Hoothoot cooed as Carmella petted him, very much enjoying the treatment. Benji thought it'd spoil him, but with some strict training... he could be a decent Pokemon, or so the breeder figured. "It's quite alright." To her other question, he narrowed his eyes, musing about the possibility. "I am local to Hoenn, yes... You said you were a coordinator, hmm... It might have been an issue of a digest, maybe. They called me in for a shoot. For a spread." Benji remembered bright, bright colours and a ton of glitter. Coordinators. He would have scoffed if it hadn't been rude to.
Post by Carmella Webbs on May 31, 2015 6:13:10 GMT
notes;;birb buddies o/ ! words;;what are words tag;; BENJI FAIRFAX
Interesting. She pursed her lips, giving him a once over. "You did? Like... where? On one of those pokemon farms?" She chuckled softly, "Either way, sounds like a dream to me. Hanging out with flying types all day- did you train them?"
Maybe she was getting too quizz-y but that did sounds delightful, working with flying types. Heck, she'd probably drop her coordinator days for a chance to train and see all the bird-like pokemon to her heart content.
...Okay, a little dramatic. Maybe not drop her career exactly- probably wouldn't amuse her mother much if she ended up settling somewhere among flying types, accusing her to be as flip-floppy as her father. Her fingers glide through the soft plumage, smiling ear to ear as she watched the Hoothoot take easily to her petting.
"Huh..?" Her brows furrowed, staring at Benji's face. "A shoot... wait, are you---"
No way.
"...You're kidding. You're not for real." She insisted, her hand immediately dropping from the bird's head and taking a step back, a nervous laugh stumbled from her lips. "Fairfax. As in that one model my sister makes goo-goo eyes over, holy fuckin' ditto- er, uh." Arceus, how unladylike was that. Censor my words, damn it me. "Ahahaha." She looked around, suspciously as she wagged a finger at him. "This is a joke right. Models don't go popping out the bushes- I mean, you are good looking and you seem kinda straight-lace to pull a bold lie." Part of her wasn't even sure- she knew the guy was famous, from those times she visited back home and see pictures of Fairfax put on her's sister's wall. I wonder if he's against pictures, she thought, studying Benji with her skeptical green eyes, Ohhh... it'll piss her off so much I'm meeting her unreachable crush.
"...Well I could certainly see my sis's interest now." She said under breath.
"Fortree City," he explained. The iconic, bustling metropolis retaining more traditional and backwards lifestyles by living in treehouses. Benji thought he might have abhorred it, but it was surprisingly quaint and it kept the Flying-types close. While he carried that same impassive look on his face, he was significantly more chipper than before already. Perhaps the shared love for flying-types had awoken the inner geek in him. "I've been apprenticing with the gym leader for a few years. The Flying-types aren't mine, some are wild, but we handle them as and when they come into the gym. The city's a magnet for them, what with all the trees."
Was he always this much of a chatterbox? Benji was always more quiet, more sullen sort. All this talk about Flying-types was making him a lot more enthusiastic about socialising. He wasn't expecting his other career to yield that sort of response, though. Benji wasn't unused to reactions like that - travelling to Lilycove was always a god damn nightmare when he got stopped on the streets by fangirls. "Sounds about right." He didn't know about the whole goo-goo eyes thing, that sounded downright disturbing, but as far as he knew, there wasn't another model in town called Fairfax.
"Thanks for the compliment, I guess," he shrugged it off, trying to play it coolly. What the hell did you even say when someone told you that you were good looking without sounding like a complete twat? "It's an old career... thing," he waved off with a dismissive hand, "I still do it, but I'm just busier with research. Like this sort of stuff now." He gestured to the Hoothoot on his arm, who fluffed his feathers up and made a mess of his grooming. Benji sighed.
What did he have to prove that he wasn't lying? He hoped he didn't have to do some silly secret model pose to prove his point. "I have no incentive to lie. You could send your sister a picture. To check, or whatever." He had remembered to get a thin layer of foundation on, thank god. The faster the shock set in and everyone was acquainted, the better.
Post by Carmella Webbs on May 31, 2015 23:05:48 GMT
notes;;birb buddies o/ ! words;;what are words tag;; BENJI FAIRFAX
To be honest, Mel always prided herself for having an interesting life- traveling and living in other regions, meeting people and seeing places quite different from the archipelago islands of Hoenn. But...
There was a sparkle to her eyes, as she clasped her hands together. "I only been to Fortree once- and that was when I was a kid." Chill Mel, chill. "I do remember the gym and the pokemon there- its beautiful. Its amazing you became an apprentice- are you not anymore?"
She envied the fact he gotten live in a dream city of hers, as an apprentice of the gym and eager to satisfy her curiosity. "I never been in a gym before... well, never really face a gym leader. I seen them and entered as a tourist a lot in Kalos. Might try out the gym challenge now that I'm on my own." She said, as she glanced down; Jas, finding boredom with Mel's attention else where, was hopping around on the ground. Though keeping close, the pokemon seemed a little uppity with his waddling around- Aww probably jealous.
"A researcher? Interesting- being a heart throb? gotten pretty boring?" The coordinator giggled, "Kidding. I could imagine that sort of lifestyle would be tiring and dull after a while. If it helps, you do give up the 'super-serious' cool vibe of a researcher... different from Birch, I suppose but still pretty nifty." She gave a thumbs up, albeit awkwardly as she adjusted her backpack straps.
Oh...
In the low light, Mel hoped Benji didn't notice the very, very slight blushing. Sure she was thinking of asking but the guy beat her to the punch. She wasn't sure if Benji was actually teasing or not, but.... She grinned despite her blush. "Hell yeah. I kinda do believe you but I'm saying no to a picture." Pulling out of her phone, she paused. Well... taking picture in the bushes... "Do you want to step out a little more? I probably have to the use flash because how dark its getting..."
Benji wasn't a stranger to flattery, but he was also painfully awkward with dealing with it. Most he could just shrug off, but now, Carmella was laying it on thick. He didn't know what to say in response, but it was normal for him to speak very little anyway. "I am," he reassured, to Mel and to himself, "I'm just furthering it, since the professor extended the invitation." It was a good opportunity for him to get moving out there and further this career.
It wasn't like modelling didn't pay. Hoenn had received a huge boost of tourism and the scene was heating up rather well. If anything, the boom of Super Contests now was perfect for the fashion industry - wonderful, even. But Benji found an odd calling with researching on these avian like creatures. Heart throb through - he wouldn't call himself that. He didn't really want to think about what teen girls thought of him as they flipped through their magazines with his full page spreads, and now that Carmella had brought it up, it continued to nag at the back of his mind, annoyingly so.
At least she had saved it, and seemed understanding about it. Modelling was nice, but not really the sort of career he envisioned himself with in the long run. Besides, once you grew a creased wrinkle on your face, you were practically worthless in the industry. Research was for life. "...Thanks," he replied, feeling awkward about the exchange again. It was such a one sided thing, and Benji couldn't think of anything nice to say. "You look the coordinator part as well." He gestured vaguely to all of Carmella, not very sure where to point to, specifically. Maybe the hair. Bubblegum pink screamed for attention.
He was perfectly alright with having his picture taken. You got used to the camera snapping at you after years of doing it. "Uh, yeah," he muttered, shuffling out of the bushes some. His smile for candid pictures was a typical crooked one with the left corner of his lip tugged upwards in a smile. It wasn't going to work though. Not in this light. Benji kept his eyes narrowed at the phone and the route ahead. "How about this. We get to Oldale as quick as we can, and we can get that picture in the Pokemon Center there." It was honestly a lot better than trying to take a selfie here. People might think they were stupid for doing so at night.
Post by Carmella Webbs on Jun 1, 2015 15:29:52 GMT
notes;;birb buddies o/ ! words;;what are words tag;; BENJI FAIRFAX
"You flatter me." With a wide grin and fluffing her hair, though noting the slight awkwardness with his gesture. Honestly she found it sweet, even if his comment was pretty vague. Honestly it took little to get her preening and quietly hinting for compliments like a Purugly demanding for pets and pampering.
But she won't be playing the shameless card tonight.
She pursed her lips together, glancing down the road and then at her phone, before nodding. "Sure. Might as well." Pocketing the phone again, she added with slight distate, "Beside these routes in the smaller towns always seem to have crappy signal, so probably won't be able to send it until we're in town... At least my crappy phone service." But that what happens when she goes to cheap route, no?
Well isn't that dandy, ha- she suppose this meant they going to travel together then. She could feel the jealousy arising from her sister, HA. "Jas, do you want to stay out of your pokeball the rest of the way or gonna hang with us?" The murkrow perked at the sound of his given name, flapping his wing-- she's gonna assume that's a yes. Sticking close, he spared Benji a couple of wary glances as he hopped in between them.
"Hmm... Do you think we'll make before it gets too late?" She napped a bit before setting out for Oldale but... walking in the forest always spelled bad things in movies. Like in those terrible, b-list slasher films she hated yet always found herself watching at dead hours of the night. "I know its not much of a trek from here but nightly hazards, hehe?" She laughed, albeit nervously as her previous worries from before started to come back.
He was stuck travelling with her. Not that Benji thought of it as a bad thing - he didn't really know what to feel about it. Company was not something he particularly enjoyed, only in the rare occasion that it was company tangled in the sheets. This sort of travel companionship was nice, though. The trees didn't feel as looming and the walk seemed shorter when you had conversation to pass the time with. Unfortunately, conversation was also not one of Benji's strong suits. He could hold one where both parties were amiable and they finished each topic with simpered, restrained laughter, and silence hung between them for a moment.
At least Carmella was slightly better at it than he was. His Hoothoot had become oddly silent, probably having exhausted from the energy he had expended earlier from jumping and flying around hooting non-stop. It was eerie and strange to have his Hoothoot so quiet. Benji watched the sky wordlessly as it got darker and darker. "We should be fine. Oldale's not particularly far a walk." If he squinted, he could just barely make out the streetlamps that dotted the small town up ahead.
"The only thing I've gotten attacked by is the paparazzi," Benji scoffed, adjusting the collar of his shirt. He was dressed in mostly black, making it hard to see him if not for his starkly pale skin. "And even then, they won't be hiding in these bushes." He took a look over at them, half wondering if they were, in fact, hiding among the shrubbery waiting to pounce on him. "It'll be fine," he insisted, "That's what the Pokemon are for, anyway."
notes;;birb buddies o/ ! words;;what are words tag;; BENJI FAIRFAX
True... it wasn't, it shouldn't be. And she suppose the comfort of having another person, who elevated to the status acquaintance for the duration of this short trip, would make it easier. Stuffing her hands into her coat pocket, Her face soften at the sight of the tuckered out hoothoot-- an unbelievably precious one, she might add.
"If we do get attacked by paparazzi, I'm depending on you to save us." She chuckled, turning her eyes on the road that stretched ahead. "Honestly, I'm worried about that. I never did this traveling on foot business before- pretty different from flying on my dad's pokemon." A dramatic sigh and a small shrug; well everybody has to start somewhere, even if it cost sore legs and feet.
Shooting Benji a glance, as a moment of silence fell between them. Its really hard to guess what the guy was thinking- but then again, being a model... er, ex-model probably meant a good poker face. Her eyes then drifted back ahead, tilting her head to look up at the sky; stars were twinkling in and it was a clear night. The sort of perfect Hoenn she kinda missed. The route felt quiet save for the nocturnal calls every now and again with the rustling leaves from the breeze. Perfect night for a walk as well.
But maybe one not in silence, since small talk never killed a person.
"So Benji," she started,"You got a particular flying type that's your favorite?" Her eyes were still set on the road ahead, glancing occasionally towards the dark forest that covered both sides of the route.