better than YOU ★

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px;][atrb=valign,top] Female Attacks Elijah's actual first pokemon. A cute little Pichu no less. But under no circumstance was she an innocent. Her trainer had taught her the art of acting her part, to emphasize his own act of a harmless trainer. She would act as instructed, a bumbling cute little mouse, all the while observing opponents, most of whom would let their guard down, after all, what could such a little pokemon do, right? Ahhh, Xanthe would prove them otherwise.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px;][atrb=valign,top] Male Attacks Eli actually found the pup in the alleys, having chased the mutt down a dead end. The little Houndour had made the mistake of stealing his food, and that hadn't set in well with Elijah. They had a fight right then and there, but in the end it was Arkadius who succumbed to hunger and fatigue. He took the pup to the pokemon center after that and left him with the nurse's care but for some reason, the pup that had taken a liking to him, following him around the streets of Goldenrod. Perhaps as a sort of apology. Either way, the pup hadn't left him alone ever since. And so Elijah made the hound his own pokemon, though he thinks that the dark hound is simply too good-natured for being a dark type.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px;][atrb=valign,top] Female Attacks At first, Elijah had simply caught the cat to annoy the hell out of Arkadius. However, that was no longer the case when he saw how ferocious a fighter the feline could become if she was up to it. Sure, if she didn't feel like battling, she was, at her best, unresponsive to his whims, making for a difficult companion but during actual battle, she was focused and cold, no hesitation at all. But yeah, out of battle, she was a stubborn little feline who did nothing if it wasn't for herself. She sort of reminded him of himself, and it kind of pissed him off. But only a little, or so he kept telling himself.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px;][atrb=valign,top] Female Attacks He hadn't thought to capture the dark-hued bird at first, simply battling it to get it over with. But as the battle progressed, he was starting to wonder, why the hell was the battle taking so long. The Murkrow didn't appear to be throwing a lot of punches back then, doing quite a lot of dodging with quick maneuvers and well-coordinated movements. It was perhaps during these moments, where she gracefully glided underneath the savage burst of flames that he made up his mind to capture her. He later found out that the bird disliked battling, and was much more content to flying the skies than anything else, but that posed just a small problem.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px;][atrb=valign,top] Male Attacks A stubborn one. The first time they had met, the dragon had tried to chomp his arm off. Had it not for been Arkadius, he would have a stump where his right arm should be. Obviously the dragon hated the sight of him, especially since he was coming for a straight week, trying to capture the overgrown lizard. The Salemence was a strong fighter, intelligent in his movements and moved with confidence and pride that most dragon types. Finally defeating the Salamence in combat earned him the dragon's respect and he was finally able to capture the beast, but sometimes he still catches Domino glaring at him. Ah well, nothing's perfect ~

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:200px;][atrb=valign,top] DOMINO the SALAMENCE

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px;][atrb=valign,top] Male Attacks Purchased by Elijah for his abilities and nothing else. In all honesty, the blonde is rather scared of the ghost type, and keeps Zillah out in the interest of protection in case Spit decides to go crazy. However, the spirit pokemon is rather complacent with his orders, so far, rather, the pokemon wishes to appease Elijah. Quiet most of the time, Spit jumps at the chance to prove himself wothy. Nevertheless, he is rarely out due to the blonde's fear of him.

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #5e7fb2;] strange little coincidence I promise to keep this short. After muling it over for a minute or two, I've decided to start up this little diary over here. And I'm calling you... Cookie. Simply because I'm having cravings right now. B| Alright now Cookie, here's the deal I've got for you. I'll write in you, more or less every other day, pointlessly about myself and maybe others and you are not to complain at all. You've also got to keep anything I write a secret. I'm giving you a lock for a reason, y'know, I don't want you scurrying off onto the internet and starting a blog about my life. Nope. None of that. What do you get in return, Cookie? Well, I'm not throwing you away, right? You should be grateful already. I'm well aware that living your life in a trash bin isn't too 'neat', so I'm saving you from the life and all I ask in return is your undying loyalty ~ Not enough? Well how about this! I'll be writing all sort of interesting things on you, things I've never really told people and don't really plan to, as a matter of fact. Oh got you interested now? Well too bad. I'm keeping this short remember? B) I'll get the juicy parts next time, kay? Yours truly,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4149b7; width; 350px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px;] Strange little coincidences - Notepad

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 344px; border: 3px solid #4149b7; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px;] I promise to keep this short. After muling it over for a minute or two, I've decided to start up this little diary over here. And I'm calling you... Cookie. Simply because I'm having cravings right now. B| Alright now Cookie, here's the deal I've got for you. I'll write in you, more or less every other day, pointlessly about myself and maybe others and you are not to complain at all. You've also got to keep anything I write a secret. I'm giving you a lock for a reason, y'know, I don't want you scurrying off onto the internet and starting a blog about my life. Nope. None of that. What do you get in return, Cookie? Well, I'm not throwing you away, right? You should be grateful already. I'm well aware that living your life in a trash bin isn't too 'neat', so I'm saving you from the life and all I ask in return is your undying loyalty ~ Not enough? Well how about this! I'll be writing all sort of interesting things on you, things I've never really told people and don't really plan to, as a matter of fact. Oh got you interested now? Well too bad. I'm keeping this short remember? B) I'll get the juicy parts next time, kay? Yours truly, Elijah

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4149b7; width; 350px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px;] Continuity - Notepad

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 344px; border: 3px solid #4149b7; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px;] So long Cookie, and hello Gigabyte. Ahh, looks like I got too lazy, so instead of writing on Cookie, I've moved onto Gigabyte. Who's Gigabyte? You are. A little folder in my personal laptop that'll carry these little notepads, that's what. Cookie has been... Disposed off, though I did scan that one page I wrote and saved it within you Gigabyte. I even re-typed the first journal, just because it was bugging me. You don't have to worry about Cookie at all, I made sure to give him a proper burial. Burned to ashes and thrown out somewhere around Kanto. I haven't made an entry ever since the first one, so here goes. Seeing as I did promise a bit more about myself, how about I talk about a big part of myself. Namely Rebel Forces. How did it start? Where did it begin? Was I already 'evil' back then? Shut up Gigabyte, I'll answer these questions as I go along, maybe add in fun little facts as well. In the beginning, this was all just fun and games. I was... Well, wasn't quite as smart as I am right now and still young. The idea of Rebel Forces spawned around when I was fourteen. It wasn't a concrete idea, but more like a concept. Team Rocket was still around then, trying to take over Johto, my home. But I was fourteen. What should I care of what those teams were doing? They didn't affect my daily life. Heh. You know what I did back then? I stole pokemon. Usually it was from passing newbie trainers, those who were headed for the Gym. It wasn't Whitney back then, but I've forgotten the name so I'll not include that part. You could say I formed a small gang, or rather, my friends who also participate in the stealing. Usually we'd ambush the trainers after their battle with the Gym leader, it was even better if they had lost to the Gym, which meant their pokemon were all already fainted. I have to say, I had my fun time then. It was light, easy, and the punishment for getting caught wasn't quite as severe. As local law enforcement saw it, we were just a bunch of rowdy kids. As you know I'm rather well off, paying them off was an option too. If you're going to ask what I could have gained from stealing Pokemon, then I'd have to say it was the skill. I couldn't care less about the Pokemon, most of the time I'd let them roam free into the wild, while others I gave away. I didn't need those pokemon, what I wanted was the experience. I learned how to run. I learned to lie through my teeth. I learned how to pick the quickest route for escape. I learned how to formulate a plan for the 'mission.' At least it wasn't all fruitless. That'd what I keep thinking. So maybe it were these little escapades that help mold me into what I am today. Either way, the idea bloomed from there as we watched Team Rocket crash and crumble in the hands of kids, a little younger than us. We thought it to be quite a shame. If only they had planned it more carefully, had better men and more resources, they could have avoided defeat. That was the idea that started the ball rolling. From then on we started recruiting more members, soon there were more and more of us on the streets, our range surpassing Goldenrod and into other cities as well. I was elected leader when we were just a small group. For one, I was one of the 'buff' types, or at least I was muscled enough to hold my own in a fight, and next because I had the money and could go and buy the resources needed myself. I didn't mind. I guess I liked being above others even then. And as our numbers grew, so did my command. The first time I killed, was within the gang. The stupid goon had tried to run off with the loot he had been assigned to steal, it was fortunate that there were other members within the vicinity and they caught him and brought him back to me. I had some of them beat him up course, until he was little more than a bloody pulp, begging for his life, for forgiveness, pleading and pleading to be spared. But the other's shouted treason, and I didn't want to appear weak in front of them. I took hold of his arm, twisting and twisting until a loud satisfying pop cut through the air, followed by a pained scream that vibrated through the walls. This was nothing new to me, I had dislocated many arms before this. But it was the knowledge that I was going to end his life that kept the adrenaline going. I can recall the blood pounding in my ears as I looked at the other blankly, walking around him like a predator, ready to end the life of his prey. I punched him one more more time, before I took him by the neck and pushed him into the wall, his feet dangling three inches from the floor. I'm not sure how long it took but I was aware of every pulse in his body as I strangled him to death. I still remember his hands trying to pull my arm away, scratching at my skin in attempts to escape. But I held on, keeping my hand firmly on his neck, squeezing on his windpipe until I felt no pulse. It felt exhilarating. To have so much control. After that, well, I at least knew I wouldn't hesitate when it came to ending another's life, though I didn't exactly abuse that as most would. But still, to have such a knowledge wasn't as an easy thing as I thought it would. There were times when I snapped and ended someone's life on a whim. Haha. Don't be afraid, Gigabyte, I've learned to control that urge. What else can I add? Erm, right. There was a time when those closest to me began dying one by one. Even I'm not sure who it could have been, though I do have hunches. My co-founders started dying, you could only imagine at what state I was in. But I couldn't appear afraid, not at such a dire time. But I did get attacked, though I was able to defend myself and kill my assassin instead... Too bad I had miscalculated and gave him a killing blow instead of an injuring one. I wanted to get the information too. After that, I decided it was better to not appear quite as often. The assassins didn't attack anymore, and I wasn't the only one who they had failed to kill. They probably didn't know who was the true Admin behind the growing 'Rebel Forces.' Now, only a few people will ever know who the Administrator is. After that 'near-death' encounter, I went ahead as planned to reach out to the other teams, introducing myself only as the 'Rebel Forces Administrator' and asked them if they wanted to join our organization. And they did. And that, in a nutshell, is how Rebel Forces started. Until I can think of another story to tell. This is Elijah Castaire, signing off.

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 344px; border: 3px solid #4149b7; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px;] Ahahaha. Hello again, Gigabyte, I hope I haven't been bothering you too much for the past couple of days. However, there is something that I need to get off my chest. It's a little bit something about love. Now, I'd rather not get mushy. But as is, well, sometimes my emotions like to take their own stand and ignore what my mind would say. Which is that love doesn't exist, or rather, its actually a figment of the human mind, or perhaps hormones created by the body in order to make mating more acceptable and enjoyable. Let me tell you about my first love. Ahahaha, no, not my first boyfriend or girlfriend at all. My actual first love. It was back when I was still in the academy, one of the few things that my parents actually cared about. I was already a senior, getting ready to graduate and what not. His name was Cecis, a junior, and well, it just so happened we met at the park. It wasn't so much as a rough beginning, course, I was just playing around at first, calling him cute and what not. He blushed in the most adorable way when I said he was cute out loud, intending him to hear of course. Strangely, I failed to noticed he was half-blind until later. I even poked him around telling him he looked like a pirate. Later on he explained that he couldn't see with his one eye, which was why he had an eye patch on, and the other eye could only identify colors. I kinda felt bad for poking him about it after that. But I spent time with him, though he kept on trying to push me away, saying that I was annoying him and blushing at the same time. Ha, kinda miss him now. I use to follow him all over the place, though even when I stayed quiet, he'd know that I was behind him. Though he did explain to me that since he couldn't see very well, his hearing was better than most. But that only made me practice sneaking on people, I suppose that was early practice for quietly prowling through the night. He just kinda... Grew on me, sooner or later I started trying to sneak into his dormitory, but he always kept it locked, even the windows if you'd believe, Gigabyte. There was a time, when I was so busy with my projects, that I couldn't pay much attention to him. I'd talk with him for a few minutes like I always do, but then I'd be carted off by my senior friends, to finish things up, leaving him most of the time without a word. This kinda happened several times, and soon he confronted me about leaving him all the time. That he couldn't even see that I was leaving. Like I said, I kinda kept forgetting that he was half-blind. I kissed him later on and apologized, and then walked off. Yeah, not by best move at all. I was pretty cowardly, I'll admit. He tracked me down though, how I don't know. I was hiding in the library when he suddenly pulled me out from there, demanding answers about the kiss. As if I wasn't flustered enough. And then I just came out and said it. That I like him. I guess at this point I should say that I thought he was straight, and I was pretty much set to moving on and letting my feelings go. Oho, but no, he was bi too. It worked out for a while. My constant need to say that I was 'sexy' couldn't apply, he couldn't see me after all, neither did he let me have my way and just admit to my sexiness really. He didn't want to bend over to what I wanted, he wanted me to justify it, make myself clear to a point. He couldn't see me, I didn't feel the need to hide my emotions to him, it made sense for me to show him how I truly felt all the time, even though he would never see my face. What Cecis wanted, despite the fact that he was constantly pushing people away, was someone who he could open up to. He was the sort to just listen to others, and keeping his own problems to himself. He opened up to me, that he had tried to kill himself before, because someone who meant a lot to him told him he was useless. You can't believe how much I wanted to punch someone then. We spent a lot of time talking, just listening to one another in the dimness of his room, where I was finally allowed. For a while it was all okay. Course, me saying that means that something went wrong. Me and my self-destructive tendencies really. Tch. So there I went, even then, flirting with other people though I was in a relationship. Course he found out, him and his super hearing. I covered my ass and he forgave me for it. But that event got me to thinking. He was too good for me. He was too nice. Too sweet. Too thoughtful for me. I didn't deserve him, I would only corrupt him if I stay with him any longer. After that I deliberately flirted and kissed someone else, knowing he'd find out about it. And he did. He kicked me for it. I broke up with him. I tried to set it up, I really really did. To make him hate me, and move on. Even if I still had feelings for him, I couldn't let him be with me, and I was determined for him to find someone better instead. I planned it out, that I was the bad stupid guy who couldn't keep his hands off other people and Cecis just another victim of my spree. But... I didn't anticipate that he wouldn't hate me... That he even screamed out he love me... I taunted him to punch me, kick me again, hurt me as he saw fit... But no, he wouldn't. Why the hell did I have to fall in love with someone so pure? bbl while I wipe these tears away.

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 344px; border: 3px solid #4149b7; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px;] So here I am again. In front of this blasted computer, burning my eyes at this ungodly hour. Ah, sorry Gigabyte. I'm not at my best mood right now. let me tell you why, alright? Actually, why am i even asking you? Not like you've got much choice on the matter. So I broke up with Damion Racher, my boyfriend, my second-in-command. Not surprising, maybe, given my record, or shall I say it was sort of coming? Why did it happen, you ask? Well, I'm sick of the shit I have to put up with. What? Do I mean I'm sick of Damion? No. I doubt I'll ever be really suck of him, that much I can say. However, what I'm really sick of is his attitude, his habits, while we were together. Sure, you could say I was forewared of how he could be, hell, I've heard about it, seen what he does even. I've witnessed girl after girl, even men, cry their eyes out, faces screwed up with pain, sadness, betrayal, then later anger, rage, vengeance, pity for themselves and who knows what else. Still I have to maintain my facade, my pride and if anything else, my own greedy nature. I don't like sharing items of importance to me, much less a person, much less Damion. But... I've expired my own claim on him. Do I even have the right to be angry at him then? Either way, I've already destroyed half my office in a fit. Not the most mature move but hey, cut me some slack. Lirael's going to be pissed enough for you. I should tell you now though, I've had a little chat with damion earlier, which led to the fit. He sounded remarkably... Numb. That's the only word that pops up. Heh. Actually. Made me want to hug him. But o course I didn't. I did the opposite, which wa to make him feel as worse as possible. It think it worked. Too well even. He actually growled at me, twice, goes to show how much of an ass I can be, despite the off mood I've been in. Should i be proud or ashamed? Its been so hard to tell these past few days... But back to my question. Should I be angry? Should I be angrey, that even though Damion was my boyfriend, he constantly snuck kisses to other people, pretending he never did unless I asked him directly? or should I be angry that he kept on using the same excuse every time I caught him? That thtat was how he was and I should know that? Better yet, should I be angry at myself for believing that he'd change for me, for deluding myself of that fantasy? Ahh, shit, something in my eye. Don't look Gigabyte. ... Alright, all gone. Continuing now~ So now my dilemma is clear. Should I be angry? Yes, according to my previous statements, defineably so. Ahh, but here's the real question. At who? I fooled myself as much as he did. He was only able to hurt me because I let him. Doing nothing is the same as letting it happen. Ugh, please don't look at me like that Gigabyte. I'm not looking or someone to blame, I know it's both of our faults, however much one of us wants to deny that, take two to tango and all that jazz. So the answer is... I shouldn't be angry? But I can't help but be. Funny. Usually I'm more in control of my feelings. but I guess anger is differenct, as is jealousy. It feels like a slow burn, escalating at different speeds,but underniably escalating. I say I'm not mad, but the foul beast torments me for lying, wanting me to set it free, to roar out and be known. Though I always try to quell it, this anger, which eats at my heart, Jealousy us dufferent, yet similar. It sleps often, keeping a lazy eye open for a chance to pounce, a chance to show itself in all its glory. How many times have I seen Damion kiss someone, hug someone, laugh with someone, fucking just look at someone? I'd like to say countless, not that there were so many times but because I didn't want to count at all. Unfailingly, the beast of jealousy flashes its green eyes at the scene, coaxing anger to come out of its hiding, which it does so with gusto. Does that mean I'm suck of feeling angry and jealous instead of Damion? That would make sense. In it's own twisted way. I'm just so fucking confused. This weight on my chest not helping at all. I hate this so much.I hate myself for feeling this. I hate Damion for fucking enticing this shit. Ahh, FUCK, something in my eye again. -___- On one hand, I remember all the times we spend together. just sitting together not doing anything extraordinary. Talking about stupid things. Laughing at even stupider things. Small pockets of warmth. Hugs filled with care. Questions with underlying concern. A tough of joy. A heated kiss. eyes sparkling with wonder and daze. Nerve-melting massages. Patting that turns my legs to jelly. The feeling of completeness when we touch, however innocently it may be. Funny how I remember all the simple things. Was I stupid for exchanging all that, for the satisfaction of hurting him? for this headache inducing heartbreak? Yeah, I'll say it. I love him. I love him so much that just the stupid idea of being separated from him by the rules of fucking society make me bawl my eyes out in front of the screen. I should just be happy that my webcam is turned off. Less chance for people to see. FUCK YOU DAMION RACHER. I HOPE YOU FUCKING READ THIS TO KNOW HOW MUCH SHIT I FEEL RIGHT. I LOVED YOU. YOU STOMPED ON MY WARNINGS, YOU FED BOTH JEALOUSY AND ANGER, AND YOU MAKE ME CRY AS I HAVE NEVER BEFORE. I WANT TO PUNCH YOUR FACE IN, TEAR YOUR HEART OUT, BURY YOU SIX FEET BELOW GROUND. BUT. But I can't do that. It would mean losing you forever.. I can't handle that. And so i'm left with sneaking glances at you. To see you smile, even if it's for someone else. My jealousy would probably kill me the quickest. But I reckon its workth it. If only to die knowing that you can still be... Happy without me. It'd put me at ease... Well, I'm feeling kind of tired now... Kinda wondering why but then I haven't had much sleep these past few days... I'm going to try and turn in for the night. Yours truly, Elijah

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 344px; border: 3px solid #4149b7; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px;] Gigabyte, I'm bored, entertain me. It's been a day since I was shot, on the shoulder once more, I'm beginning to think I'll be unable to use my right arm in the future. Ahh well, maybe it's a chance to learn how to be ambidextrous. I always did want to try it out. "Elijah, you stupid ass, you got shot again?" Now don't jump to conclusions, Gigabyte, this was for a good reason. I had to avenge Alana, of course. Arceus forbid I let rangers harm those important to me. Alana? Important? Quite so, don't let that ever be a question. You might already know this, Gigabyte, but I do act differently than how I think. And it is quite rare for me to actually show what I mean, in a serious sense. It happened a few days ago la di da, fucking story time, with Alana and Vincent, the little prick, I had tried, and failed I believe, to seems as serious to Ali as I could be. But Vincent's presence always unnerves me, I fear she shrugged off my attempt, and placed it in the back of her mind after. Well, she had been shot shortly after, so I think I can forgive her for it. I have been confused for the past few days. The rage that had gripped me when Ali had been shot, for a moment I had actually imagined her dying, gone from this world, and a sudden sadness took hold of me. Vincent reacted first, to my disdain, covering up her wounds as I looked out for the shooter. I wrestled down that emotion, letting anger fill in it's place instead, and after leaving them with Dom and Zi, I go off towards this attacker, with a tid bit of information from Vincent. The name was unfamiliar to me but I called it all the same. Peyton. Younger than me, a ranger. later on, I catch up with her. And after a quick interrogation, we exchange bullets. The wound stung, as all open flesh does, nd in my spite, I tell her my and a message, then run off. As I fled, I thought I heard her mumble something in realization. So now I know that Shields has spread word of me, of us. No longer am I on a need to know basis, now they're letting all these ranger in on me. Like a fucking common criminal. The walk back seemed uneventful, the pokemon might've smelled my blood, or my mood for that matter, and kept out of my way, leaving me to my thoughts. Without Dom, I am left to walk back the way I had come. The thoughts that come to me during my trek are mixed and mingled. On one end, the anger and rage that I felt for the ranger. An on the other, the soft thrum of sadness that started to show itself once more. The rangers. I have lost so much to them. Though I had taken into account that my freedom would be limited, given my occupation, but I had not known it to be like this. The constant stress that comes with going out, the looming threat that one shot is all it takes to fall, knowing that there are those who won't hesitate to pull the trigger, the knowledge that other rebels will get caught, possibly tortured because of my own recklessness. Those get to me the most. Might as well include the fact that I can't even go visit my own sister, for fear that they may target her, or my family. Visits back home have been quite limited already. The last time I met Anastasia, I had promised to help her with her assignments, I suppose I've broken my promise. I wonder if she's angry about that.... I want to kill those rangers, or better yet, let those they've looked down upon do it. Let them know how it feels like. As for the sadness... Why did that happen? Long before have I thought that I had significant control over my emotions. So why this sudden outburst...? I don't know myself, though I feel as though this might be connected to what I had told Ali. I had told her I loved her. What sort of love is this, that I have yet to be sure off. I've ruled out sibling love, I know what that is. It is... More compelling, a stronger pull that that. There are times when I think of her, when the urge to go to her arises, but normally I tone that down. I wonder if it's because of our previous physical relationship...? It is similar to how I feel about Lirael, though we've already decided to keep that purely professional. It would make too much of an issue already... Reminds me of Dexter, all of a sudden. I managed to get back to base, with minimal detection and patched myself up within the confines of the office. The next day, I came to visit Ali. I was rather surprised to see that Vincent was with her again. ...So they're friends now? My my, the things I miss. And then I see Damion right after, he asked almost immediately if I'm hurt. Fucking Arceus. I'm a grown man. B| But I'm touched by his concern nonetheless, any other would rather ask what it is that I've been up to in there. 'Stealing blood' I would have answered. I'm a vampire, you know, Gigabyte? I was harsh on him though, confusion still on my mind. Now that I feel at least a little relaxed, I should go apologize... The sooner, the better. Anyway, I think I might talk about Dexter next time. We'll see. Elijah Castaire, getting off this dashboard.

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 344px; border: 3px solid #4149b7; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px;] lol, did I actually say dashboard in that last one? Don't get me wrong, Gigabyte, I don't even have a tumblr. BU But I do have formspring. B]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4149b7; width; 350px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px; border-radius: 5px 5px 0px 0px;] Blood of others - Notepad

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 344px; border: 3px solid #4149b7; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px;] It's been rather a while since I've actually killed someone with my bare hands. The feeling remains the same as I think it to be. That overwhelming sense of superiority over another? Unfathomably pleasing. A drink so alluring that I can't help but be greedy of it. Someday it will be the end of me, no doubt, but I know I will die someday, so at least let me go out happily. Is that too much to ask, Arceus? Anyway, I'm getting rather sentimental about this. On with the story. I was already in a foul mood, having only evaded a pair of patrolling rangers, a bit out of breath from the chase. Word spreads quickly then, cos a while later they're all bustling through the streets of Lilycove. Why I chose the most populated city for a stroll is my mistake I admit, though I was merely checking on stock with a certain 'supplier'. I can't be blamed if he chooses that particular city as his warehouse area. To evade my pursuers I break into a household. Kidian made short work of the lock, freezing over the knob and with a forceful kick from my end the door gives way. The apartment isn't too shabby. Studio, a nice view, all the necessities. There are a few knickknacks that littered the place, I take it somethings about whoever it was who was living here. What caught my attention was the grand piano that seemed a bit too out of place in the small studio. And yet it showed signs of rigorous use. It was refurbished to be sure, chords and sheets spread atop in a jumble. Some of the titles look familiar, though I could see writing on top of it. Crossed out notes and then added ones. I don't know much about music, but whoever lived here probably did. It had a nice feel to it. Snug, well-loved, well-taken care off, certainly rare to find in a city that seemed more like a vacation home than a permanent one. I considered myself lucky to find myself in such a luxury. While Zillah is out making a right mess, leading on the rangers where he might be, I crashed on the couch, Kidian lying atop my chest as I waited for the Murkrow to return, to show that the coast was clear. Several things were on my mind, first and prior was my impeding predicament. I couldn't track their movement, Domino would give me away, and the rest were more likely to be caught. So I was blind for now, and I don't like that feeling. Kidian is first to move, her ears twitching as I mutter a word of caution. She bend low on her belly as if ready to pounce, but I tsk as her, receiving a hiss but she backs off and I position myself behind the door. Our mystery guest's footsteps draw ever closer... His footsteps slow, no doubt noticing the wet busted door knob and the wooden entryway ajar. I see the shadow now, tensing as it looms ever closer. The door opens without so much as a creak, lights flickering on and finally this guests takes a step inside. I hold my breath, well aware that Kidian is lurking just behind the couch. The door moves to a close, but I'm already pouncing. I tackle the man to the floor, my hand going for his mouth as I stuff my handkerchief into his mouth, muffled yells that wouldn't be heard escape him. My arm loops around him, constricting his movement. He's thinner than me, but our build is similar, I notice, but I'm more concerned about restraining him. He called for the Persian, feeling more than seeing that lazy flick of her tail as she comes to us with her sassy little saunters, and tell her to use hypnosis on the man. She does. A moment later the man's body goes lax. I tie him up with his bed sheets, and leave him on the couch for Kidian to watch, while I go around to explore the house a bit more. Or at least that was what I had planned and instead I raided his fridge. I was hungry, so what. Anyway, he came to about an hour later. I hear Kidi hissing about and finally a yelp of pain. I didn't pay much attention earlier, but as I look at the resident, he seemed rather strange. Sporting a new scratch the feline, I was rather perplexed that his hair is a surprising violet. He was glaring at me. Good. He starts yelling around again, a fine trickle of blood from where Kidian scratched him. I tut at him, smiling sweetly for that creepy effect. How I do love to play~ 'Ssshh' I tell him. 'Wouldn't want to have to cut off your lips~' I say playfully, reaching out to poke at his cheek. He flinches away from my touch, repeating questions. 'Who are you?' 'Why are you doing this?' Questions like that get boring after a while at this job so I just ignore him and sit myself in front of him, just watching.