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Boring. Boring boring boring. This town was incredibly dull. There was literally nothing to do, and since the sun had set, Iggy couldn't exactly get out. It wasn't that he was 'scared' to go the route at night, but what would be the point? He would get tired and it wouldn't be any fun. None of the wild Pokemon would be seen. No one else would be out. It would be just as dull, and if he were to get to Oldale before going to sleep, it would be way late at night. So he was stuck. Here. In Dullroot Town. [break][break] At least he still had some party favors. Iggy usually had stuff to get high on. Things to at least space out and relax for a time. Other times, he had more feel-good stuff, stuff he liked to use with other people and at actual parties. He knew he wouldn't be finding any parties here--so why not make one? Iggy checked his pockets to see what he had on him, besides pokeballs. Mm, this would be nice to share with a hot body. Iggy wandered around the sparse paths in Littleroot. He spotted someone who fit his fancy after not too long and went for him. It was dark out, so there wasn't a non-shady way to approach the guy, but here's Iggy anyway. "Hey man. You like to party?" There may or may not have been a suggestive wink, but there was no denying the suggestions his smile made.
[attr="class","pv00"]He’s gone too far, traveled until he entered the very beginning of this misplaced and strange adventure -- a silent town cloaked in night as the sun fell from the sky and beyond the horizon. It was the end of a day when Noah had entered the quiet town of little, and before he knew it the sunset that cloaked the sky in hues of orange had all faded to black. The clouds darkened, the light of the sun shattered into thousands of miniature lights alongside the moon -- and the town quieted as though the few people who lived within its enclosed area was no more. He had abandoned the thought of returning to the other towns, figured a waste of money for a train ticket would do nothing but leave him exhausted on the trip with a dent in his wallet.
It wouldn’t be too bad spending a day alone within the town, and he had done so when he first arrived to Hoenn, albeit alongside his friend. He had called in, told of his absence so their would be no questions or worry -- no waiting late into the night for him not to show -- and from there he had the rest of the day to waste until he could make his way back. His things were placed in the Pokemon Center, under guard of the nurses and assistants making their rounds around the hospital, and he -- he left, darting out of the glass doors once the temperature dropped. It was routine at this point to jog, either here or wherever else he ended up spending the night; and now he could go around, waste an hour or more of his time before returning to a bed where he’d sleep the rest of the night away.
His breath comes out in spurts and as he gets further into town his momentum slowly dies down, slowing his speed until he’s simply walking through the quiet area of homes and buildings. Hes’ seen very few on the streets, and with most of the residents calling it a night its’ been quieter than he had once expected; so when the voice rises up and signals him to look he’s taken back. It’s when his mind registers the tall figure, short, light brown hair that fall just over green eyes that he feels out of place on the street. His feet had long since stopped, only turning so he can face the stranger who -- for what his mind tells him -- reminds him of a certain boy he hadn’t seen in over a year; one that still crosses his mind every so often and makes his worry of his wellbeing.
“Alistair…” he mutters, the words falling through a breath that leaves the single name barely audible to even him. There’s seconds where he simply stares, partially confused -- mildly happy -- and if it isn’t for his mind reminding him of the words spoken to him in the first place he would have walked closer. “Wait, what.” It’s a natural response, an unclear hypothetical question that tries to word the mans perplextion into one simple phrase. “Y-You’re not...“ he begins, his hand instinctively placing itself against the crook of his neck where it presses down, “uh, who… are you?”
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[attr="class","pv7"]he thinks you're someone else take advantage of that lol
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Who the hell was Alistair? Iggy was certain he had never gone by that name, so why were people confusing him with this other person? It was a little insulting, really. Not so insulting that Iggy couldn't use it, though. If the guy thought he was this Alistair kid, let him. Iggy didn't need some connection involving real names, he just needed a high. He took a few steps closer, leaning in and invading the guy's space, "I can be Alistair if that's what you want, baby." [break][break] Iggy pulled out a small baggie and pressed it into the stranger's hand. If there had been any question as to his intentions, the fog would be cleared now. He was being pushy, but if the guy wasn't interested, it was the fastest way to find out. Besides, Iggy didn't have the patience to be more subtle about it. Hopefully this new person would be interested and he and Iggy could have a fun night. Find somewhere private. It would be pleasurable for the both of them, there was no doubt in Iggy's mind. Otherwise, Iggy would just be left to do that kind of thing on his own. He could entertain himself, but it was always better with someone else to party with.
[attr="class","idfc3"]as noah just has a moment. but no your post is good plus iggy is funny i enjoy him! also if he actually goes to leave to do w/e and get high noahs going to try and walk away before just trying to stop him cause no
[attr="class","idfc4"]Usually he would have been better at keeping his stray thoughts in check, or at the very least not having them form words that left lips before the brain could realize the action. At least when it came to talking to someone he didn’t know, or rather someone who wasn’t Evan -- but this type of situation was different. Whoever this was had reminded him of someone who had came into his life in a similar fashion as his childhood friend, reminded there until he left that region behind and still someone came up in thought every so often. He guessed it was the physical similarities that threw him off guard and caused the name to come out, only for him to fall even further into confusion by the realization of what was said to catch his attention in the first place.
He may have looked like someone he knew but by his mannerisms and speech he was far from it. Noah hadn’t expected the man to step forward, lean closer into whatever personal space he had left -- and his footing barely stumbled back, the half a step in the opposite direction doing barely anything in putting distance between the two. It was how the man looked that was throwing him off, turning his usual actions to ignore people like this into something that caused him more pause than normal.
His lips part to speak, closes just as fast as they do when he feels the pressure of something press against his hand. He closes it, takes whatever was handed to him instinctively before his eyes avert to what was just given -- and when he noticed the bagged content they narrow, returning to the man still too close to him. There was no way in hell this was happening to him. “.... wow,” he murmurs to himself, gripping the object in his grasp. “First off, please don’t call me... that, or be him or whatever.” his words are jumbled, confused still by everything happening all at once. “Second, just... no. What is this, who are you,” he begins, eyes narrowing and watching the man cautiously before taking a step back from him to regain some sort of space. “Why are you... just, ugh god--” he realizes he’s still holding bag, pauses for a moment before thrusting his arm out with the bag of whatever might be within it towards the man who had given it to him in the first place. “Take this back.”
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Well this wasn't going as planned. Iggy appeared to have upset his target. Maybe the party scene just didn't mesh with this particular small town. The guy was stepping away from him and looking... out of it. Confused, I suppose? Something was wrong, and Iggy didn't think it was entirely his fault. Sure, offering sex and drugs to a stranger in such a forward way might not have been the best idea. Might. Perhaps the situation was still salvageable. [break][break] The guy had taken the stuff (Iggy was thinking he should just take one of the tablets in the baggie; it would make him feel a lot better) but was now handing it back. Whoever this Alistair was, the guy didn't seem to like him--or at least, wasn't fond of Iggy impersonating him. But why not? If that's what gets him off, let it get him off. Iggy didn't need this encounter to be sincere. Iggy put his hand over the bag in the other's outstretched hand, but instead of taking it back, he simply held the guy's hand. There was some gentle tugging as Iggy tried to get him closer, maybe to relax a little. He didn't seem to catch on to the fact that what he wanted to do was not the preferable course of action here. "I was hoping we could share it." Iggy offered another wink despite the deteriorating situation. [break][break] Iggy guessed he should at least apologize. You don't make many friends by being an asshole. "Sorry, didn't mean to upset you. Forgive me?" By the legendaries, he could make anything sound flirtatious. Ignazio, you are supposed to be apologizing, not trying to get into someone's pants. Nonetheless, there was an apology, there was flirtatious undertones, there was a volatile situation. Iggy doubted he would get everything he wanted and would likely just have to make the most out of alone time soon.
[attr="class","idfc3"]no shhh i like iggy he's cute and flirty and kinda a nerd with a little bit of a drug problem but its fine shhhhhhh
[attr="class","idfc4"]When he had extended his hand out to the man what Noah wanted to have happened was for the bag to be taken out of his possession, brought back to its rightful owner and forgotten that he had ever grabbed it. He didn’t know what was it in, didn’t know the effects of whatever shifted about in the bag; all he knew was that this type of situation screamed something Noah wasn’t about. Truthfully he had never been presented with something like this, brought to a situation with the possibility of whatever this guy was suggesting in his town and mannerisms. He was far too antisocial, too focused on finding ways to be alone and avoid the crowd than see a way within it.
He wasn’t upset, or at least not completely angry -- and at most the irritation that caused his eyes to narrow were more towards the lack of answers and his own inability to form the correct questions floating in his mind. What he felt most was confusion; at the offer presented to him and at his own inner thoughts bringing up memories of a person who this man was not. It was too many things to sort through all at once in such a short amount of time. When his eyes caught sight of the hand extend to his Noah thought that one trouble would be over, that maybe he’d be able to get some answers or at least escape this innuendo filled conversation.
It’s the feeling of his hand being taken by the other, gently tugged forward to draw him closer -- his feet stumbling once to where he loses the small amount of distance he had put between them -- and he knows this problem hasn’t solved itself yet. “I’m sure you did, but I don’t want any of… whatever this is.” he objected, catching the wink given to him and glaring back at him. He still wasn’t angry, just more annoyed than before with the lack of personal space and now his hand being held by a complete stranger. It’s the next comment that has him biting his tongue, and it’s not the words but the way they’re said -- the oh-so obvious meaning behind them -- that has him silenced.
“Let go of me.” he deadpans, staring down at the brunette with an emotionless expression on his face. It’s not showing in his features but only in his eyes, how he wants the man to let go of his hand, allow him some sort of space -- and for this damn bag of drugs to be taken out of his possession. “I don’t even know who you are, let alone anything else about whatever you’re trying to sell to me, so how could I forgive you for--” he begins, his tone rising before falling silent -- and he sighs. “Listen, I don’t know what they do in this region but I’m not doing it. So, just take … whatever these are back and just, stop.”
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Iggy had already formed a plan for what to do next. He was going to lean in, probably press their bodies together. Give a kiss or two before they both got really into it. Lead the guy somewhere else--behind that building looked pretty good, right next to the woods. Each of them would take a tablet or two, go back to making out. The good stuff would come shortly after. [break][break] The fantasy of the next few minutes Iggy had built came crashing down when it finally clicked that the guy wasn't interested at all in what Iggy was offering. The baggie was finally taken back and shoved into a pocket. Looks like Iggy would be having fun on his own tonight. Instead of taking a step forward like he had imagined, Iggy took a step back to give the guy some amount of space, "Sorry then." He finally sounded sincere, like he wasn't trying to get into the guy's pants anymore. [break][break] Looking crestfallen--moreso than a rejection should really make someone look, honestly--with his head down for just a few seconds, Iggy looked back up with a plastered-on half-smile. Keeping up appearances was always paramount. Iggy took another step back and started to turn around, "I'll, uh, leave you be, then." Iggy walked off, hands in his pockets. He wasn't moving fast at all, giving plenty of time should any last words want to come out.
He hadn’t meant to be as harsh as he sounded, or he had only to have his annoyance die out after a few seconds. There was no guilt but there was something that he could only associate with the way the man looked; it reminded him too much of someone, to the point where it threw him off guard. It wasn’t as though he was willing to go through with whatever this guy was offering, but still -- there was something that had kept him hesitant, made him halt his step enough to have the guy assume he was about to agree. When the light weight of the bag leaves his hand Noahs eyes flicker from that mildly familiar face to where the feeling left, watching the object disappear into the pocket of its original owner; leaving his sights as though it had never existed.
There’s a second that Noah’s distracted by his own thoughts, his own half-assed self evaluation on what his mind could be thinking keeping him in a situation like this -- and in another his attention is brought back to the brunette stepping away from him, with an expression on his face that leaves Noah more confused than anything. It reminded him of a moment a year from this time, twisted to make it its on. “Uh, you don’t -- it’s… fine.” he murmurs. The whole situation -- the one, he thinks at least, was leading down a path of possible drug use -- wasn’t fine, not even in the slightest; but he says it anyway.
Maybe his words aren’t heard, and having said them under his breath probably had been the cause for it. He had gotten what he had wanted for the most part, and as he stood watching the figure slowly depart he couldn’t seem to get that half-hearted smile out of his mind. If it had been anyone, if they hadn’t reminded him of that one person, he would have been more than content to see them leave. There wouldn’t be any hesitation, none at all; he would have left, uncaring and forgetful of this encounter. “Fuck,” he hisses, “the one time I’m alone and this shit happens.”
It doesn’t take long to walk his way towards him with the short distance he had made and before long he’s walking besides the brunette he had just a moment ago pushed away. I’m going to regret doing this, he thinks as he finally matches the boys strides, just watch. “What are you planning on doing?” he asks before quickly covering his intentions, “that’s not me saying I want to be apart of it -- I don’t, it’s just… Whatever you’re planning on doing you should probably just stop.” He held no right to intervene in this persons’ life, especially give he didn’t even know the guys name of all things; but for whatever reason he couldn’t just walk away. Something stopped him, some unnamed subconscious bullshit that kept him following a man who tried to sell him drugs rather than going back to the pokemon center for the night like he should.
CENTURIES SHINXY!!! CENTURIES. no im actually really sorry i took so long to post for you if you dont want to post for me pls just tell me to stop 8( ilu
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Don't what? Don't have to leave? Don't have to take some pills? The guy had made it pretty clear he didn't want to be in Iggy's presence, so yes, he did have to leave. And the drugs... The drugs made him feel better. If Iggy couldn't get someone to do this with him, he would be just fine doing it alone like usual. What did he need the company for anyway? The adamant refusal had upset Iggy, leading him on an angered internal tirade spawned by the other's hushed words. During it, he tugged at the baggie in his pocket, freeing one of the tablets. [break][break] He wasn't paying attention to the continued quiet speech coming from behind him--didn't care about the words. It was an unwelcome surprise when the other returned to his side. By that time, Iggy had raised the tablet near his mouth, but hadn't taken it yet. He didn't bother looking at his company, instead just continuing to walk. Iggy ran the tablet between his fingers while they spoke. The plan was to get high, and I still intend to do so.Maybe it'll help me forget your tight ass. [break][break] Why did he even care. What was there to gain from intervening with Iggy trying to feel better? He had already outright refused Iggy--multiple times. If this stranger didn't want to join Iggy, he needed to fuck off. What Iggy did not need was someone judging his way of life and trying to convince him to change his ways. It just wouldn't happen. Iggy would keep doing what felt good even on his deathbed. However far away such a time would be...
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- Iggy would like to get high![break][break] - petpetpet s'okay
he holds no right in what he’s saying to the man as he approaches him, and he knows the words he says could -- and probably will -- be quickly ignored by the stranger at his side. there’s no real blame to be placed if he would to do that; he had all the right to tell him to, for lack of better words, fuck off and leave him alone. he’d denied whatever the man had offered before, given back that bag with those strange tablets inside and told him quite frankly he wasn’t interest. yet, here he was following the familiar faced stranger like some dog who couldn’t listen. it was irritating really, to push like this and continue on when nearly everything was telling him to forget the encounter and head back. no matter what came at or what red flag flashed before him he continued on with his pace to match the brunette as well as he could.
his eyes leave the sight in front of him and glance at the boy at his side, and his face yet again throws him off guard; he’s getting numb to the deja-vu that hits him the more he stares but it’s still something. to think someone could look so strikingly similar to another yet be their polar opposite. strange. his attention isn’t on his features for long, and when he catches the small tablet being twirled against his fingers his lips press tightly together. there’s something about knowing this guy was going to take that a few seconds before he walked up that pushes a small button -- and while it doesn’t leave him completely upset it does keep his body moving with his.
“do you really want to get high in this small town all alone? what are you planning to do, go off in the woods or behind a building somewhere to ride off that feeling in the dark until you pass out?” he begins, his words leaving pursed lips with a tone that’s more scolding than he expects. hes’ just met this guy, yet here he was trying to play rescue with a life that was none of his business. great. his hand finds the back of his neck, rubbing the small tension growing as his eyes glance to the ground before finding that small tablet again. he was weary of it, or rather weary of watching this guy take it right in front of him out of spite to his words. “just… i don’t want to see you ending up messed up somewhere because of that. so i might not join in on your little fun but i’m not about to walk off and not make sure you don’t end up dead or fucked up.” he clicks his tongue, looks ahead rather than at that small tablet hes’ been keeping an eye on since he started. “i’m not holding that guilt so if you don’t like the company, awesome. you shouldn’t have found me to begin with.”
in his own way he's trying to make sure iggy doesn't end up like... on the news the next day or taken advantage of by random strangers if he chooses to go w/ his plan to get high 8I even if iggy darts noahs just going to follow cause nah already made his night can't go back to the center now cause i'd just bug him
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Wasn't this guy paying attention? No, Iggy did not want to take some pills alone--that was the whole point of approaching him in the first place! He wanted company that would get high with him and then fool around. This guy, however, was probably the least willing person Iggy could have found. [break][break] Iggy's eyes had still been on the trees not too far away, where he was still planning on going. Why did this guy care so much? Iggy certainly didn't care if he got 'dead or fucked up'. He wasn't trying to guilt this guy into staying; if he wasn't into Iggy, he could walk away at any point, completely guilt-free. Iggy stopped in his tracks, getting too frustrated to stay distant, "Look, I'm not some fucking pity party for you to make a charity case out of! You don't even know my name, and I'm clearly not this 'Alistair' of yours. Neither of us gets anything out of you sticking around to bug me. You don't like me?" Iggy gestured around with his arms, glancing in the many many directions this guy could fuck off to, "There's plenty of ways out." [break][break] Iggy was starting to look overwhelmed, and he was dying for a fix. With no delay in his pace, Iggy left the guy a second time and finally got into the woods. It's not like this stranger would have any trouble finding him again, but Iggy was trying to get away nonetheless. He slumped against a tree, on the side opposite the town. He wouldn't be hard to see, but I suppose it was more important that Iggy didn't see what was at his back. He needed to get out of here, but that would have to wait until tomorrow. For tonight... Iggy's gaze feel to the tablet in his hand.
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