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Post by CHRISTIAN MORRISON on Nov 3, 2011 9:37:44 GMT -5
Despite the sun shining weakly in the sky, Christian Morrisson was freezing. He'd grown up in the weak sunlight and mass snow, but that didn't mean he had to like it years after. It was just nice not to have his feet trailing in the snow anymore, while he chased a frisky Ponyta around trying to get him to listen. Now he rode, his hand loose against Blasphemy's neck while the Rapidash picked his way through the snow. Every movement of the graceful Pokemon spoke of his distaste in being forced to carry a rider through this terrible weather. Even if the snow did just simply sizzle away under his hooves and the drops of ice became water the moment they touched his heated skin.
Honestly, if Christian hadn't been injured, he would have dumped him in the snow.
Ranger as he was, there was nothing Christian liked better than patrol, it gave him the chance to meet people, help them. Help them because that was what he did, it was what he lived for. Even if... even if one could argue his methods were a touch out of date. He wasn't above kidnapping women and making them tell him of the rebels he sought, and he assumed Shields cared little for what he did to get the results he did because, frankly, the way Christian worked got the results they needed. One by one, he was going to bring the rebels down and one by one he would clense the world of their vile taint. People, people who did nothing but what hurt others.. they made him sick to the stomach.
Slouching back into his hooded jacket, Christian's bright blue eyes scanned the surroundings constantly for sign of something unusual out and about in the snow. Ugh, snow. He'd never have come back to Snowpoint if he could avoid it, not personally. It had never been his favourite place in the entire world. It was home, but only as much of one as it could be called. Certainly his parents lived there, but Christian had never been on truly good terms with his mother and father. Fanatics, he liked to call them, but then, he'd still been a child when he'd learnt that word... He'd also never used it in his fathers hearing after the first time.
Quite suddenly, the Rapidash halted, his ears pricking forward at some unfamilliar sound and Christian's eyes narrowed. If it was that damned silver-haired rebel agian, he'd shoot first and question him later.
"Hello?" Best to identify if the movement Blasphemy was hearing and seeing was a human one, rather than a wild pokemon shuffling around. At a command from his trainer, he stepped forward slightly, hooves pressing tight against the still sizzling ground while Christian hovered between his badge and his gun, finally opting to grab the gun and hold it lightly across his lap.
"I should warn you now, I'm a ranger." If it was a pokemon, it wouldn't matter at all whether he was a ranger or a bread and tea luncheon for it. But a person, a person might pause.
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Post by PEYTON KENSINGTON on Feb 4, 2012 5:58:10 GMT -5
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DOWN WHERE THE CITY MEETS THE SEA, I SIT AND DAYLIGHT SPEAKS TO ME; SHE CARRIES ME AWAY, YEAH. I'LL FIND MY WAY, WOULD FALL FROM GRACE WITH THE LITTLE PIECE OF YOU THAT'S LEFT IN ME. AND I WOULD TAKE AWAY YOUR BREATH,
Peyton had spent five days making her way to Snowpoint city, making her way to a place she'd never been before. The places she'd been always were warm, cosy. Goldenrod was different from Snowpoint - it was warmer, it was a cityscape rather than one covered in snow. Decked out in the warmest of jackets, scarves and gloves, she pressed onwards in search of someone she knew she should perhaps not be so desperate to see. White hair grazed her face, and she pushed it back up into the woolen cap she had taken to wearing on the journey. She glanced around quickly, then glanced down at her pokeball once more, eager to grab it if the time called for her to defend herself. She would never let the wool be pulled over her eyes again.
Flicking her scarf back around her neck, she wrapped her arms around herself and stepped into the crisp snow. She felt it crunch beneath the boots she wasn't used to wearing, she felt it almost melt around her and she smiled in a way. It was however, as she heard a sizzling rather than a stepping, that confusion hit her. She held herself close as an all-too-familiar voice spilled over into her range. Trees separated her from that sound, and she could almost hear him cocking his gun in irritation. She stood up straight, tightening her jacket. "And a wonderful ranger you are, Christian. I do not intend on attacking you, however, so I would rather you not shoot me."
She forced herself through the trees, quickly separating her arms and raising them above her head. "I am actually here to see you, I braved the cold and assumed you might not shoot me." She smiled a little, not at all the bright grin of most women trying to woo a man, but she was trying her best. She had come to see him, whether or not that meant anything to him. He had been absent from their ever-more-frequent lucnhes, back in his hometown in order to do some patrolling. She had known he was gone, and she had tried to tell herself she was fine with it.
"I know this may seem sudden, but I thought we may have lunch together."
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