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Post by amberleigh tate on Jun 10, 2015 3:03:39 GMT
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we don't take pictures, when you're rich you just see it again
There's not much t'do out here -- least, not yet. She mighta started out from Littleroot yesterday, but she'd started a bit late, and hadn't been able to resist camping out under a tree. Gotta get a lay of the land, y'know? Never really know if y'gonna like someplace 'til you sleep there under the stars.
Amber had stayed up all night, settin' up her little camp and makin' a cute fire out of brush. Not too bad pickin's, either. That done, she'd played a bit with Dandy, had a snack, looked around for any Pokemon hidin' out who might want a snack too (she'd found a few Caterpie, but none of 'em were too keen on going near enough to the campfire to catch a whiff). Eventually, she musta passed out.
Here she is now, and nothin' much has changed, either. Some casually-clad brunette propped against a tree, a little blanket under her and a rucksack by her side, and a Cottonee snoozing right alongside on her stomach. Nothing too odd, she'd be sure to say. But then again, when has she ever been good at dictatin' what other people call normal?
it's after the exhuastion of the cave that cain finds himself on a walk, hands in the pockets in hood up. he's not exactly looking for anything. it's just time for him to think about things. some alone time, if you will. and before he realizes it, he finds himself past oldale town and in route 101 once again. the roads are so short, he could probably get to petalburg and back to littleroot in a day.
cain's pretty much established that it's what he'll do, at least until he comes across something unexpected. there's a girl there. not only that, but she's sleeping on a tree. there's a smoldering fire near her, so he can assume that she's slept there for at least some portion of the night.
he catiously kneels by her. she's not injured, or at least she doesn't look it. with a tentative hand he reaches forward to grab her shoulder and gently shake it.
Post by amberleigh tate on Jul 2, 2015 6:12:51 GMT
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Somethin's moving her a little bit, she reckons, 'cause she's gone from a sweet dream about a kickass backflip off one of the cliffs back home to that little limbo space between sleep and awake.
"G'ta jump o'er th' rocks... Mm--" Amber's not quite awake yet if her mumbling is any indication, but her eyes are blinkin' open a bit groggy-like. There's a guy crouchin' down next to her, she notes, and she has to stare at him for a sec before she really catches on and gets her bearings. Dang, is it already bright out? Didn't get much sleep though, she's guessin'. Bummer. That dream about the cliff was a good one, she'd always loved cliffdiving for a bit of a thrill -- used to drag the younger kids out there, called it some teenager ritual. They all had fun though, only had an accident once--
Oh, right. She's holdin' this guy up, ain't she? Back on topic.
"M'just fine," the brunette offers, chipper enough. She stretches, and the Cottonee on her chest awakes with a squeak as he tumbles off her midsection. Amber sits up regardless and faces the boy beside her. "Name's Amberleigh. You're kinda cute, y'ever gone cliff-diving?"
the girl's pretty cute, but when she murmurs something in her sleep cain's a little taken back by her strange accent. it's something foreign -- not exactly like the drawl of johto, but definitely not from hoenn. "get to jump over the rocks?" cain echoes back, just to make sure that he's hearing it right.
her eyes eventually blink open. ruby red eyes greet him from below. she's okay. cain sighs in slight relief, because if she had a stab wound or something he's not quite sure if he could handle that. as she shifts the pokemon on her chest falls off and makes a sound of protest, but she's unperturbed.
"thanks...?" he blushes at the blunt show of flirting. people usually don't compliment him so quickly. she's kinda weird, but he has to admit that it's not a bad kind of weird. "h-hi amberleigh. i'm cain."
he takes a seat by her, since it doesn't look like she's going to move soon. his bag falls to the ground behind him. "no, i've never gone cliff diving...have you?"
Post by amberleigh tate on Jul 2, 2015 7:08:51 GMT
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Aw, he's blushin', too. Also cute, she decides, though she hopes he isn' the type t'be embarrassed. Ah, well, he seems comfortable enough, doesn't he?
Her Cottonee seems a little restless, as usual, and when he nudges himself back into her lap she lets him get comfy. "Oh, yeah -- an' this is Dandy." The grass-type watches the blonde curiously from his trainer's lap, gettin' a good feel for him. She doesn't pay it much mind. "'Course I have. Did it lots back home, wasn't much else t'do there t'pass the time." She wonders, does Hoenn have any good spots for it? She hopes so.
Cain's gettin' more comfy too by the looks of it, and he seems like good company so far. "Wonder if there's any cliff-diving here, too. Y'should try it." A pause. "Which way were y'goin? I'm pretty new 'round here. Must be a town nearby other than the one with that odd labcoat guy in it." Not that Amber's one to talk about what's weird and what isn't. But fact remains that she forgot t'grab a map, and she's just hoofin' it 'til someone gives her a direction. Not that she minds much.
"hi dandy..." cain greets. it's a strangely fitting name considering its owner. it only leers back at him with a blank, yellow-eyed stare. he smiles sheepishly at it. it's a little cute, actually. once he got past the staring, of course.
he could tell that amberleigh is someone who doesn't really pick up on social cues, at least from someone like him. cain could be described as a city boy. he grew up in the land of goldenrod, a sprawling city full of technology, people, and pokemon. if amber is from some obscure island, then it's like they're opposites.
"i don't know if i should try it. sounds a little dangerous." wait, when has he cared for his personal safety. he hesitates. something about amberleigh strikes him differently. cain doesn't even know what cliff diving is. who knows, maybe he'll try it one day.
he turns back to his bag and drapes it over his lap. it's then that a little baggy of green plops out of his bag, sitting innocently in front of his lap. cain's completely unaware. he opens up a map and points at the little line that was labeled route 101.
"ummm, if you go this way i think you'll hit oldale in like, ten minutes."
Post by amberleigh tate on Jul 3, 2015 6:10:09 GMT
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Dangerous? "Only if y'don't jump past the rocks at the bottom. Only had a guy do that once, though, an' he's fine now." As if, of course, that made it a non-issue. Ah, nothin' to worry about. She'd warned 'im, he'd brushed her off an' gone jumping blind anyway. She got an earful from her mom, though, and she hadn't much enjoyed that bit--
Oh, well he's pulling out a map now, and the rustling of that, and something else keeps her distracted from her internal runaway thoughts.
That lil' somethin' else has her completely disregarding the map, an' everything he's saying about it. Amberleigh plucks the green baggy from the ground, and gives it a small shake. "Thought this was jus' an island thing. Whad'ya know?" She hums, thoughtfully, sounding a bit pleased by it. "Used up my stash a while ago. Y'wanna share a go?" This Cain is a pretty chill guy, she decides. Coulda' been some stickler that had stumbled across her, but looks like she lucked out.
"r-rocks?" cain stutters. if there's rocks on the bottom then it doesn't sound like a very cushion-y landing. while cain likes the thrill, he isn't suicidal. it sounds like a death wish, whatever this cliff diving stuff is. who dives off of a cliff without water, anyways? like it hurt enough. this girl's crazy.
he pulls out the map and looks at amberleigh to see if she's listening, but it's obvious that her attention is elsewhere. she take the baggy from the ground in front of him. oh no. not his bag of marijuana. for a moment he's horrified, because it's both illegal and socially looked down upon. now the girl is going to leave because --
nevermind, he guesses. turns out amber does it too, and probably a lot. she used up her stash a while ago, and she's asking him if he wants to share. it's strange. no one's ever offered to smoke together, with his own weed. he pauses for a moment, dumbstruck. why not? he digs around in his bag and takes out a packet of rolling paper.
