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Nature seemed to greedily over take any vacant space left untouched by humans. Apparently the park had been shut down ever since kids started going on Pokemon journeys and leaving their homes in Odale. But Leah could hardly blame them, this town was ghosty at best and barren at worst. Only traveller can hardly make a town a town. So when the red head entered the abandoned park by slipping under the too-low signboard and over the do not enter gate, she wasn't surprised to see that she and Rugosa were the only visitors that it had for today.
The Budew trotted on in front of Leah, yet never strayed too far from the red haired girl’s gaze. The whole park was covered in weeds and even tall grass, and Leah amused herself by sitting on a swingset where there literally was no place without a vine or a weed. She pushed herself back and felt the chains rattle and creak, and so she decided the most illogical place would be to put her bag here and so down her bag went, swinging softly with the gentle rocking. Leah examined the patterns of the vines and wondered if she should have brought her sketch book here. Then suddenly she felt something at her heel and she saw her Budew grabbing her foot and demanding play time. Leah kicked the Pokemon away and sneered at its weakness.
"Quiet," she commanded, and damn well believed she should be followed. The Budew resigned and sat next to her on the bench instead. Finally it have up and asked for affection yet again by leaning its whole boy against Leah’s lap. Leah rolled her eyes, exasperated. Grudgingly, she grabbed the Budew and sat it on her lap, petting it aggressively.
Budew squeaked in joy, which earned it another smack from its mistress. "Quiet."
The Budew looked at her in dismay, tears glistening in its eyes. "If you cry I'll hit you twice as hard, darling." The Budew opened its mouth, let out a wail, and grabbed onto Leah’s shoulder, effectively ’crying into her arms’ but not quite the right way.
"Oh my god. Okay. Do you want a story?" she asked, forcibly retracting the Budew from her shoulder and lifting it up in the air in front of her. The Budew smiled.
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty..." she let go of the Budew, which fell to the ground and immediately starting screaming again.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 29, 2015 9:28:50 GMT
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Yet again, the weary blonde was hunting for his travelling companion. This town wasn't much bigger than Littleroot and, actually, was even quieter than the tiny hamlet bustling with new trainers and visitors to Professor Birch's labotatory so... Kristmar didn't quite grasp how the guy - Niklaus - was able to make himself scarce so easily. He'd been out of sorts ever since they'd arrived, Kris had noticed, but it didn't feel as though it was his place to ask. Not yet anyway; they were still very much strangers, just acquaintances that got on from a questionable background, and there was still that air of unfamiliarity between them. [break][break] Not at the market, not at the pokécenter, not by where the routes connected with the quaint, little town... like, fuck, how did a guy with the pinkest and brightest head of hair he'd ever seen just vanish? [break][break] Kristmar was just about to give up by the time his feet dragged him past an abandoned park. He was seriously ready to just call it a day and hang at the guesthouse until Nikkie selflessly decided to grace him with his presence. His gaze drifted, uninterestedly, along the fence bordering the play area which now boasted of dull colours and peeling paint, weathered and jaded. The actual park it contained wasn't much to look at either; all was either rusting around the corners, needing a lick of paint or vandalised from hooligans that'd passed by this town before him. There was a girl sat in the park regardless but Kris paid her no mind. [break][break] Well, not until a peal of distress from a very young pokémon reached his ears. Her budew's cry made his attention snap back to her in an instant with the characteristic curiosity of a nosy stranger. [break][break] Right. Kristmar... wasn't the hero type. He wasn't the reckless saviour nor a self-sacrificing bleeding heart that'd heedlessly thrust himself into other people's business. He was the bystander type; the one who'd stand back and watch with a voyeuristic air as someone else handled things. But, if he was quite honest... seeing how the girl just... what was she even doing? Kris paused in his tracks, giving the scene an incredulous look, glancing between the sour-faced woman and the wailing pokémon on the ground, and blinked after watching it bounce on the ground. [break][break] Had she seriously just fucking dropped that small creature on the ground? [break][break] "Oi!" Kris called before he could stop himself. God-fucking-damn it, he wasn't a bleeding heart nor a hero but - like, shit - he wasn't the type who could honestly stand to a side if he saw someone do something... like that to a budew. Tossing his rolls of champagne blonde hair over his shoulder, he brusquely pushed away the feeble barrier that was across the park's entrance, and bore into the red-head with flickering carmine eyes. He advanced towards her with a stiff gait, his expression accusatory and mildly disgusted. "You right in the fuckin' head? What the hell did y'just do to that thing?"
Leah wasn't going to lie, she was tempted to puke at the levels of ’kawaii’ radiated by the Budew as it wailed. As muh as she tried to keep the incessant noise from reaching her ears, she could hardly bear to hear the shrill, sharp cries of painfrom the Budew. It was just so annoying. Letting out a frustrated growl, she bent over to pick the Budew up, maybe only to discipline it again. She wasn't sure, maybe it depended on her mood.
As she leaned forward, she felt someone stand over her and then she heard an annoyingly inferior human shout at her. And there was was in the hopes that the park would be a fortress of solitude. Humans just aimed their way everywhere, especially the stupid ones, it seemed. She picked up the Budew and kept it on her lap as she sat back down. Her eyes drifted to the male who still seemed to be shouting.
She looked up at him with her parlor-done eyebrows raised and her sharp eyes giving him a vacant stare. After he sopped, she rolled her eyes. "A wonderful morning to you as well, sir," she remarked, the sharp sarcasm reeking from each word she spoke.
Her eyes complete their three sixty and came to rest on the male yet again, a darker gaze than before. She stood up, her wide skirt lifted faintly by her gloved hands as she met the stranger eye to eye.
She hated this annoying little goody two shoes.
"If you're so interested in what is certainly none of a little cretin like you’s business, perhaps I should so you again what I was doing."
She lifted the Budew and dropped it again, mildly wondering if he was going to play gentleman and catch it before it hit the floor. If not it would be amusing to see him bend down to pick it up and baby it like he expected her to do.
The Budew started screaming again, a little bit f added white noise to the fury that had entered Leah’s mind. Her mood had been sour all morning, and this annoying little man might be the perfect way to let off some steam.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 29, 2015 12:40:36 GMT
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The dislike that he felt towards this girl was instant. The attitude that rolled off her in waves, audible in her tone and visible on her otherwise pleasant features, grated on his nerves with an effortless ease. She'd been caught - red-handed - mistreating her pokémon and this was how she was choosing to receive him? With sarcasm? Oh, she was despicable. [break][break] And he most certainly didn't expect her to treat him to a repeat display of what he'd witnessed. [break][break] Kristmar faltered for a moment, stunned, as she held the shrieking budew out and went to drop it. This was... she was... The blonde wasn't an avid defender of justice nor was he a diehard protector of the weak - it'd feel hypocritical of him to think of himself as such given that he'd only recently deflected from Magma - but... this wasn't okay. It really wasn't okay. Budews were tiny, weak; they were practically children. [break][break] On impulse, he scrambled to catch the poor thing before it hit the ground. The fall likely wouldn't injure it too greatly, maybe just shake it up a little and bruise, but it was the principle of it. Kris sank to one knee as his arms flew out to seize the delicate grass type and clutched it protectively against his chest. He was reeling. Seething. He could feel how his heart rammed against the inside of his ribs with the voracity of a trapped frantic bird in a cage. [break][break] "What the fuck is your problem?" He barked loudly in his gruff baritone, the budew held safely in his arms, still down on one knee. The creature was screaming pitifully and making a general din, causing Kris to vaguely wonder the chances of anyone else overhearing this scene but, then again, this was Oldale. The fact that there was an abandoned play park spoke volumes of how many people were usually out on the street though. So the chances were slim at best. [break][break] Tense, Kristmar straightened himself up to full height. His cheeks - pinkened - were slightly sucked in, his lips primmed in a terse line, as he openly let his eyes wander over the girl's face and figure with increasing disgust. His nose wrinkled as he sniffed, looking at her as if she were a polluted grimer fresh from the filthy pits of a sewer. Vile and ugly. Purely offensive to be stood near. [break][break] "D'you think you're some tough bitch pickin' on a baby pokémon?" His tone was caustic and dry and it'd petered down to a quieter volume, a calmer growl, but still undoubtedly vexed. "If you don't like it or whatever, just fuckin' release it."
The little shock on his face as he faltered when he realized what she was about to do was quite hilarious. It was amusing to see how quickly people were riled at the most stupid of things. He fell almost at the same time as the budew, and Leah could almost feel the laughter crawling up her throat. But that was when she realized the blonde hair, the angry eyes. She'd seen them all before. She kept the realization to herself though and masked it well as the male knelt and the budew wailed.
When he looked up and her, she glared down at him, looking darkly from above like she was some kind of goddess in her own right. And of course for the most part Leah believed that she was. She sneered.
"Stay down there, why don't you," she said darkly, not the least bit remorseful for her actions. She practically looked proud, but that was something no one could take away form her. "You've always had a thing for being at people's feet, Kristmar." The words rolled off her tongue like acid, revealing in one go that she remembered who he was and where he was from.
When he rose to his full height she was amused to find that they were on equal ground. So did he have a growth spurt or something? His next words forced the laugh out of her mouth, twisted like some villain's caw. Instead of backing away for being repulsed at the idea of torturing pokemon to boost her self esteem, Leah seemed to embrace it. She was always illogical in her means to do anything, and she wouldn't mind showcasing that in the form of cruel laughter. "What are you so concerned for? Do you think it will die or something? Don't tell me how to raise my pokemon." She huffed haughtily, still glaring at him, although at this point it was significantly lessened from the severe look she had on earlier.
Kristmar of course was an odd acquaintance of sorts, and even though Leah was perfectly fine with playing higher than thou with her friends (everyone knew she was top dog, after all), she didn't really find the need to stress her position over someone she had met in the past. She just hoped he wouldn't be idiotic enough to press further and he'd be on his way. He'd have to know when to back down, and she was getting sick of him acting like he was better than her.
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jun 6, 2015 20:36:36 GMT
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His blood coiled a little colder in his veins as his name was uttered. Ah... he'd been hoping he'd go unrecognized, as slim as the chances of that were. He'd been hoping his hair, wore down and loose these days rather than hidden under the thick hood of the magma-regulation uniform, would've thrown anyone off recognizing him. It'd worked with that aqua grunt he'd met in passing and in battle, but he supposed with people who he'd once upon a time worked alongside with... they weren't so easy to fool. As for the comment at being down by people's feet, that just furthered his pique. He'd changed. He'd grown. He was no longer just another spineless grunt that let himself be bossed around. [break][break] "Oh, you remember me?" He hummed, tilting his head just gently. "Funny. I don't remember any obnoxious wenches. At least... not any of interest." Alas, but now he did. Not so much her name - as he was terrible with those in the first place - but definitely the attitude around her and the haughty air she exuded. A rather formidable person that Kristmar, in his younger grunt days, may have gone out of his way to avoid. [break][break] Kristmar wasn't the best trainer around, he knew that much. He had no gym badges to his name nor accolades to boast of. He wasn't familiar in raising pokémon on an expert level but he did know of a couple of things. One of those things was the mere common knowledge that purposely hurting or distressing a pokémon under your care never provided anything positive. [break][break] "Ugh," he groaned, his eyelids giving a repulsed flicker as she spoke. She was striking him as idiotic, full of herself, stubbornly proud and convinced her actions were justified. No wonder she'd been in Magma. "The poor thing's got it bad enough that it has a trainer like you. Y'don't have to make its life a total misery." The budew likely wouldn't die, or anything so extreme like that, but... pokémon were still susceptible to things such as stress and depression. It'd be an honest shame for a grass pokémon, whose later evolution stages were reknown for their beautiful flowers, to be allowed to grow under such care. For a coordinator who strived for beauty in his contests, it'd be a sin to allow a budew to develop subpar blossoms. [break][break] "You'll hate it more if you mistreat it," he snorted and looked down at the petit little bud pokémon in his arms. "It'll grow ugly flowers. But then again..." Kristmar's ruby eyes lifted to the girl's face, letting his judging gaze blatantly roam over his facial features, and his lower eyelids squinted subtly. "...it'd probably suit you even more then. An ugly pokémon for an ugly person. Fitting."
She remembered a lot of things about Magma. It was sort of her first little teenage try at organized crime- it was an experience she was fascinated by. But ultimately she was disgusted by the amount of people that thought what they were doing was justified- causing havoc was an art form, and believing you're doing the right thing was sick. Leah knew she was evil- at it was one of the many things she loved about herself.
She laughed at his little pout. "Oh cmon, Krissy. Magma was overloaded with obnoxious wenches." She then snickered at the words she said, quite amused by his choice of words but seemingly amused nonetheless. To be truthful, she didn't feel much hate towards the blonde. All of it was easily excused with the fact that he was a flimsy trainer with no future ahead of him. His justice sense was annoying, but pure hate was never something Leah felt.
She gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. "Dearest Arceus, very sorry for how I have angered you and your holy holy might-- now if you could fucking stop the lecture, it's as boring as death---"
She paused, glaring at him, daring him to finish that sentence as her fists clenched and her jaws tightened. No one would insult her beauty- no one. Leah was beautiful. She knew that. Perhaps she had had the sentence told it to her so much, perhaps it was something she held dear to her heart. Most likely it was just her vanity, but her pride in her form was almost greater than her passion for art.
No one could damage her beauty.
Her hand flew, a cold back handed slap aiming for blood. It flew for Kristmar's cheek, straight and quick.
After the hit landed, she smiled cooly. "Didn't you ever learn not to insult a woman's beauty?"**