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[FALKNER CROWLEY]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #3A2C2F; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]OH NO I'VE SAID TOO MUCH[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFF8F2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;] It had been a long time coming, the dawn of a new gym leader in Mahogany town. For quite some ways back Falkner could remember the ice-themed gym having been closed, the mask of ice having left the spot open for the next hopeful. And many hopefuls there had been, coming and going, praying for the chance to be the elite like he and the others had proved themselves to be. Too long the gym had lacked someone to call its own, and soon he was sure, soon someone would could and take over it, take care of it the way he was about to do. Most of the Johto leaders didn't mind taking turns removing the dust from the corners, cleaning the once-iced floors. Sure, it was a crappy job and sure, it meant that they had to take some time out of their own gym but every day with the rebels acting up left the flying gym leader wanting out more and more. He worked side by side with the rangers, police himself, he knew the work they were doing and hated not being able to be on the front lines, helping them. Falkner - atop his Pidgeot - began to dive towards the ground in Mahogany, mind racing back to the time when the place had been home to something that was evil, something that had taken many hands to conquer. He longed for the freedom of flying more often, but would never give up his post as a gym leader. It was one of those things, he suppsed as Pidgeot's claws sunk into the earth and he slid from his back as easily as if he were walking. He stroked the enormous bird's neck, before returning him with promise of a nice long rest at the pokemon centre overnight. Blue bangs danced over his face as he glanced behind him, making sure that wannabe gym leaders weren't going to sneak into the abandoned building and take over in an unauthorised manner. The flying leader sunk his hands into his pocket, pulling out the key to the tight-locked building and threw open the doors. He heard pidgey flutter around the rafters and watched them scatter, leaving through whatever holes they had come through. Dust spilled out of the doors - apparently the building hadn't been opened in some time, which meant one or two of the other leaders had shirked their duties - and decided to leave them be to let the dust settle before he and his birds got to work cleaning it up again. Hands brushed his pokeballs - the whole building spilled power, and someone soon would be competing to be the one weilding it. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: -1;]made by retrogress of back to neverland[/style]

[SILVER]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Somehow, he always found himself back here. Despite - or maybe perhaps because of - everything that had happened concerning the ice-themed gym, Silver had found himself standing infront of the closed building more and more as the time went on. It wasn't confronting anything, of course not, Silver wasn't afraid of some stupid building. Or everything it symbolised. No, of course not, if he wanted to, he could walk right up to that stupid building and touch it. His eyes narrowed slightly in response to the thought, watching the wall that remained only a few feet away from him. Really, if he just took a small step forward and extended his hand, his fingertips would brush the wall and that... That would be the closest Silver had gotten to the Gym in all the times he'd visited. There was always a reason, of course. To visit. It was never a simple case of needing to see that it was still closed.. That someone new hadn't moved in or... Eventually there would be a new Leader there. Someone else would train there and challenge people.. and it had been surprising - to Silver at least - to know that he wanted it. It wasn't like he'd always had the ambition to deal with other trainers - he could barely tolerate Gold and Crystal for long periods of time. It was just a natural aversion to people that came with having absolutely no trust in people whats-so-ever. It was hard to trust... even when he desperately wanted to reach out, he found himself shrinking back behind those walls he'd built around himself. A chance to prove himself though... There was just one problem... Blue wanted it. He'd been training for months, pushing he and his Pokemon harder and then in one conversation he felt his steady confidence waver. It seemed like he'd loved her forever, even when he hadn't known it. Alright, so there had been that briefest moment when he'd looked up to Yellow and thought.. But no, it was just admiration. She was probably the only Dex Holder he could tolerate for long periods of time that wasn't Green or Blue. Pushing the thoughts of Blue and Yellow away into the back of his mind, the silver-eyed teen steeled his resolve as he reached up one gloved hand. The wall seemed to mock him in the way that only an inanimate object could, as though all his dreams waited there. Just a brush, it seemed to say as he leaned forward, gaze intent. Just a touch and everything would be fixed.. Weaville stood beside him, claws curled into his pant leg while dark eyes watched him with worry and then darted around them to be sure of his safety. Just a touch, he could do it... His fingers nearly brushed the concrete, nearly, only a hair's breath away-- Something moved behind him, and all the suspicion and wariness slammed back into Silver as he whirled to face his threat. He didn't know if Falkner saw him standing there, still as stone while he spoke to his Pokemon and let himself into the gym. True he glanced behind him, but Silver stood far off to the side, suspicion warring with curiousity. A beat of silence followed before Silver trailed after the older Gym Leader, suddenly looking for all the world like a lost child looking for a hand to guide him. It wasn't like Silver to speak first, it was more like him to stand and watch silently, almost eerily as people went about their business. Yet, while Silver was rude and almost painfully blunt, there was something almost vunerable in his gaze right at that very moment as he watched Falkner. "Can I help..?" WORDS! 000 TAGS! dey go right here. NOTES! whatever you want, bruh. [/style]

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