DON'T LET ME GET ME {CERRI}

[OLIVER FINNIGAN]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #8BA870; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 8px;]THAT BOY IS A MONSTER[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFF8F2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #8BA870;]Home. Oliver wasn't sure he could even call this place his home anymore. How long had it been since he'd had last returned? The memories of his childhood spent happily in Pinwheel forest seemed as though they had occurred in another lifetime. He was happier then. Oliver had always stood out, if not for his sharp wit or athleticism then for his fortunate appearance, which seemed to become more prominent with age. His family had been so proud. But Oliver was no longer that person. The perfection he'd once clung so tightly to had slipped through his fingers. Darkness. Blood. Pain. They'd replaced his pride and left him in a permanent state of fear and anger. Anger wasn't new to Oliver, he had always been able to hide it deep beneath his cool exterior, but after he'd been captured in the war he found it impossible to control. One angry thought could change him into a monster, and sometimes he wasn't sure he'd be able to come back. How could he be perfect if he couldn't control his own actions? Oliver's lone form was shaded by the trees, his green eyes were completely blind to the the grim scene before him. A badly charred structure stood like a ghost, this was the place that he'd grown up. Despite the peace of the forest his mind was racing. What if he'd been able to save them? He was certain that he could still smell the ashes in the air. In his fist was a tattered picture of his family, they all looked so happy, it was something he only remembered seeing a handful of times in the Finnigan household. But it was their smiling faces had helped him stay alive in the war. He'd even sworn to reconcile with the twins if he was given a second chance. It was a promise he hadn't been able to keep. This was their fault. Even if he couldn't see it anymore, the image of the burned structure haunted him, his family died here... Oliver stepped forward, tightening his fist around the photograph. It had helped him survive, but he no longer had a place for it. Even with his new skill he could "see" anything more than tattered paper. His boot hit a badly burned piece of wood, and he knelt down. "I'm sorry." His normally gruff tone was soft. Oliver lifted the piece of wood slightly and placed the picture beneath it. "I'll be with you soon. He stood up and stepped back again. He would avenge them, and only then could he finally be at peace. Soon. It would be soon, Oliver couldn't stand being so helpless for much longer. Though the majority of his existence seemed to be unlucky he did have something, Cerri. The petite girl had become quite useful to him. She seemed to have the rare ability to bring him back when he was angry, and in truth, he wasn't sure he would have been able to keep himself alive if it wasn't for her help. But there would be a time that he would have to give her up, and though he was reluctant to let go, he knew that it was his purpose. [/style]

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[CERRIWYN MELONI]

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Upon which, a young Pichu promptly shot his trainer the dirtiest look he could muster while attempting to play with a random leaf that he'd found along the path. Unable to keep the dismayed frown on her face, Cerri's features instantly brightened into a happy smile as she crouched down to pet him lightly, giggling as the yellow mouse scampered up onto her shoulder while Cerri settled her backpack once more and continued along what she thought was a very, very faint path in the dirt. It was hard to tell, considering the number of times she'd been to Unova could be counted on one hand with fingers to spare, but she'd spent her life playing around Goldenrod. The city was kind of like a big forest, wasn't it? The trees could be buildings and the grass was like pavement... Though Cerri remembered getting lost a lot in the city too. Normally, something like this would have been enough to dampen the excitement of delivering a brand new baby to its new mother, but Cerri had rarely been known to let anything do so. There was nothing more exciting - and saddening - than passing an egg over to a new mother, she'd stayed later than she'd meant to, double checking they knew how to take care of the little baby even after it had hatched. Perhaps it was an excessive way to go, or a silly choice of the trainer in picking Cerriwyn for the breeder, but babies had long been her specialty and Pichi - now chewing on his leaf - was just one of many. "Are you sure you don't know where?" Glancing up at the Pokemon with a slight whine to her voice, Cerri crouched to rub the back of her calves with one hand, already tired from hiking through the trees while attempting to watch every patch of shade for anything remotely resembling a bug. After another moment's rest, she bounced back to a standing position, skipping forward down another path and trying to ignore the tug of the backpack against her shoulders. It could have been hours since she'd headed home, but it could have been no more than fifteen minutes too - another failing, a complete inability to judge time. Even tired as she was, and more than ready to rest, Cerri's thoughts remained energetic. She didn't entertain even a moment of doubt, even a moment of fear could bring someone else down and she didn't want Pichi picking up on her unease. To panic her baby would be worse than bad. She'd learnt first hand how easy it was to see through false assurances, after the crash when she'd been a child, doctors had held her hand and stroked her hair, they'd told her that everything was going to be okay. She'd always been able to see it though, that they were lying. It was nothing less than pure luck that had Cerri finding Oliver - and by extension, the frightening structure. For a moment, her gold eyes darted between the crouched figure and the house, a slight frown forming. "Ollie? Are you okay?" she'd learnt before not to sneak up on him - it seemed to upset him and Cerri hated upsetting people - so she remained a few steps away as she spoke. "How did you find this? Are you lost too? Do you know what happened? Are you oka--" Her stream of questions broke off in a startled sound somewhere between a squeal and a squeak as her feet slipped on the ground, leaving her landing heavily on the hard ground. Getting lost, getting even more lost, finding Ollie, getting confused and then falling.. It was too much bad luck for one day. The usual smile slipped as Cerri pulled her knees to her chest with a sulky whine. "I don't like your forest. It hurts. Where is this place, Ollie?" 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[OLIVER FINNIGAN]

[style=font: 24px times new roman; color: #920805; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: -17px; margin-left: 220px;]gonna let him fly;;[/style][style=font: 10px tahoma; color: #717171; width: 400px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify; background: #efebbc; padding: 10px; border-left: 20px solid #bc0b03; -webkit-border-radius: 30 0 0 0; ] [style=width: 85px; height: 85px; background: #C3C3C3 url(http://i.imgur.com/9b34Z.png); float: left; border: solid #2b2b2b 2px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px;-moz-border-radius: 20px;border-radius: 20px; padding: 6px; ][/style]It seemed like hours before Oliver's hulking form shifted again. Lost in thought about his past and the little future he had left with Cerri, he'd become a part of the scenery. The Pokemon of the forest hardly seemed to notice him now that he was finally standing still, he was tall and green like the trees. A few brave bug Pokemon even ventured close to him. Had he seen them he might have realized how odd this was, some of Pokeworld's finest rebels feared Oliver's wretched temper, but these creatures didn't have a clue.

Despite what had happened here though, the expression he wore was the same as always. Cold. Oliver was only twenty, but his features were already gray and stoney, matching the broken look that men decades older than him had only just discovered. It was his eyes that betrayed his age the most though. Those handsome green eyes that had once been so careful to catch every tiny detail had fallen blind, and the tired look they wore made him appear much older. There was no denying that Oliver was still handsome, but whether it was his temper or the hardened look, most didn't bother to come close, not like the little bugs.

Footsteps? The young man's attention turned toward the sound, his body tensed ready to attack. It was in a place much like his forest that he'd been captured. The trees had been too close together for Tank to save him and Gunner's efforts had proven worthless. There was a twinge of pain in his leg at the memory, Ollie winced, a feeling of panic sat like a rock in his stomach. It was a place like this. Just like this. The smell of ash was much more faded... was it really here or was this a flashback? Ollie stood ridged, afraid to move. He'd become terrified of his flashbacks, they made everything real feel less so, trapped in a terrible memory. If it was an enemy hiding in the bushes Oliver would not go down without a fight. He'd sooner die than be put through that again. Naked. Pain. Screams. No, he wouldn't do that again.

"Ollie? Are you ok?"

He blinked once, almost immediately his guard fell. Cerri, these were not the footsteps of an enemy, but of his girlfriend. "Fine..." His answer was curt as always. Oliver used to be able to talk himself into or out of just about anything, but now it seemed like a waste of breath. Why bother being charming? Being angry got him just as far. The question repeated thousands of times in his head "is it better to be feared or loved?" Feared showed much more progress, but it didn't have the perks that being loved did. When people love you they'll do anything...

"Not lost... This was my home." He wondered what the fire would have been like. There was a time he thought this was the final resting place of his entire family. His parents and siblings... but Cassie and Maddie had appeared once again, and neither of them seemed damaged, not like him anyway. "A fire... Arsonists..." Burning. Red. More screaming. His muscles tightened at the thought. He didn't dare to step closer to the girl. This was the place he was most vulnerable, the place that he felt both at peace and so uncontrollably angry that he might be able to kill again. They'd pay, his brothers would pay for this.

There was a thud after her words, Oliver wasn't sure whether she'd dropped something or fallen. His eyes narrowed trying to better understand, but he quickly corrected himself. It was habit, after a lifetime of seeing a few months in this darkness was easy enough to forget. And as of late, Oliver's instinct seemed to be his driving force. He frowned at her question. She didn't like it here? This was his home. Oliver wasn't sure he'd ever met anyone that wasn't charmed by the forest. Even its name seemed so pleasant. Home... This is Pinwheel Forest... His words came in the same low growl as always, but it surprised him, did his voice always sound so empty? So void of emotion? And even the content of what he spoke was minimal. Dammit, he could hardly even think here. His thoughts weren't translating to words and when they did they came in short bursts, answering her questions but nothing more. How would he make her understand what this meant to him? Maybe another day... Maybe he'd be able to tell her everything about his family and his time away someday, but not now. He wasn't strong enough. [/style]
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[CERRIWYN MELONI]

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They were wrong, even as she watched Ollie carefully, her eyes caught the tense muscles, knew it wasn't safe to get any closer (though when did she eve listen to that particular instruction?). This time though, something about the burnt structure told her that pushing his temper this time wouldn't be the smartest idea she'd ever had. Even if his answer was short, her smile brightened at the brief reassurance that he was okay. That maybe it would be okay to get closer... when she was a little less tired. Slipping her arms out of the backpack digging into her shoulders, Cerri giggled as Pichi promptly sat himself on the pack, protectively curling up on the top. Still sitting, Cerri's eyes darted around suspiciously for bug types, they'd been with Ollie before and if there was one type of pokemon Cerri didn't love, it was those with too many legs. Unlike some of her more volatile fears, she remembered squealing and running from a Caterpie when she'd been just four years old. That had been back in Lavender Town, before everything had changed.. Hurriedly pushing her thoughts back into the tiny section of her mind reserved for those thoughts about things that made sleeping so difficult for the little blonde girl. It had been luck that had her finding Oliver, but she could no more deny that she was relieved to be near him again than she could say she didn't like sweets. "Your home?" To Cerri, home was various disjointed images that she tried to fit together in her mind. There was Kanto, Goldenrod and then there was Ollie. He wasn't family, but he was the only person in the world Cerri ever felt completely safe with. She'd never felt safer than the few times he allowed her to curl up against his chest; once his arms closed around her, she was sure the rest of the world could be blocked out. Even if Ollie was her home, the burnt structure was nothing like she'd ever imagined Ollie living, but the words leapt to her lips anyway. "I'm sorry..." She knew what it was like to have the world crash down around your ears, she knew what it was like to lose a home. Unconciously, her hand went to the scar on her leg, hidden by the material of her jeans before letting it drop back to the ground again. It still baffled her that people would do those things, that they'd hurt other people, that they'd want to destroy things that didn't deserve it. After a moment, she got to her feet, whimpering quietly at the ache in her bones as she managed. Normal Cerri would have bounced to her feet with a giggle and a cheer, tired and lost Cerri wanted nothing more than a blanket and a hot chocolate. Pinwheel..? It's pretty..." If it didn't have bugs maybe, or maybe if she'd been here a little less time than she had been today, she'd love it as much as she loved everything else in the world. Stepping closer to his side, Cerri paused before reaching out to curl her small hand into Ollie's much larger one, allowing her shoulders to slump slightly as she tightened her grip on his hand, turning her eyes torwards him almost pleadingly. "I'm lost..." She paused, before scooting closer to his side, her other hand moving to grasp his shirt, an unhappy look cast at the forest and what once had been a home, trying to tuck herself closer to him. "Bugs.." She mumbled, before hurriedly changing her own topic, "Did you grow up here..?" [/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-20px; height: auto; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 0px; color:#000000; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; background:#ffffff; opacity: 0.6; width: 260px; text-align: justify; padding:8px;] WORDS: supwords TAGS: taggyu NOTES: gotsomethintoadd made by HUNNY @ h8u and btn [/style]