Post by k i n d l e . on Oct 23, 2011 13:58:22 GMT -7
[/color] The teen finally spoke, as if compelled by the silence. His voice consisted of a low, yet confident murmur. He loosened his grip on the Vulpix plush. "Candyfleece, a little Mareep named Candyfleece."[/color] It inspired a smile on Marshall's face; it was not a perfect name, nor much of a flattering one, but it would do. He let a grin mark his features as he nuzzled the little plush, pressing his cheek lovingly against its forehead. He then began a series of quiet cooing, murmuring about how big and strong his little Candyfleece would grow to be. He felt oddly inspired by this, but afterwards decided that he should get something that could actually respond to him and display a mutual amount of affection.The rain was a harsh, brutal demon.
Marshall huddled for his own safety. His knees, bruised and rosey pink, were brought to his chest and cradeled, secured by his slim, pale arms. The younger teenager curled up rather defenselessly on a metal bench that was cool and refreshing from the hot rain to the touch and clung to a fragile stuffed animal beneath the shelter of the wide pavilion above. Although the innocence of spring had been replaced by the warm breezes and flare of summer, a light chill lingered in the air, seeming to take a liking out of teasing Marshall, purring in his ear and brushing softly over his bare skin, sending goosebumps and chills clambering up his spine. He refused to wear a jacket during the heated summer and instead faced the cold in his old outfit rebelliously, determined to not allow the weather to tame and control his choice of clothing. Yet he clung to the fuzzy Vulpix plush in his arms as if attempting to make a blanket out of its warm, faux fur hide. If it were a real pokemon it would have probably seemed uncomfortable, pressed against its trainer's chest and minimally crushed between his thin pale limbs. Marshall either wouldn't notice or wouldn't care.
The rain finally slowed, the pitter-patter of the sky's teardrops seizing to become mere dribbles the pooled in the shamrock grass that coated the world in a soft layer of emerald green. The clouds above seemed to slow their vicious swirl and a sliver of the moon peeked from behind the curtains of darkness. The world seemed suspended with silence for a qucik moment, lacking the deafening sound of the pouring rain and the harmony of the low thunder that had been rumbling only moments before. Everything seemed to be a bit more empty, a little incomplete. The only sound that remained was the quiet dripping of liquid sliding off fresh summer leaves.
"I've decided on a name!"
He slowly rose to her feet, his joints creaky with pain from staying in the same posistion for hours. It started in his toes; they nearly collapsed under him, pressure shooting up from her feet that melted into an acheing pain in his calves and thighs. His stomach had been crunched for so long that it was painful to stand straight, but alas, he forced himself to despite how badly his back cracked when he did. Damn, he thought only the elderly did that. He pulled his arms out in front of himself, momentarily shocked by how pale they were, but was soon distracted by the immense relief that came as he stretched them, muscles contracting and releasing fresh blood and oxygen. Feeling refreshed after giving his poor legs the same treatment, he hurriedly stuffed his small brown fox plush into a worn-out messanger bag. The bag was a dull grey with silver buttons that snapped shut the various pouches, and had a tear or two in it, but still served the boy well after the years he had used it.
He began the long journey to the infamous pokemon lab in this odd and unfamiliar region. Marshall had never even heard of Erinuki until recently. The silver moon recoiled behind the swirling, dusty clouds as if watching over him with every feeble step he took in his worn-down converse shoes. His blue jeans weren't exactly summer material, and were more suited for another season like spring, but he decided against wasting money on new clothes when the same ones he wore were manageable. His darkened red plaid shirt wasn't exactly summer material either, but it kept him warm, despite the hole on the side that would make it easy for someone to catch a quick glimpse of pale flesh.
By the light of the moon she rubbed his eyes and let a faint yawn echo from his voicebox, not only phsyically worn out, but mentally as well. His neck muscles expanded and stretched as he swiveled his head curiously to the right to observe the glittering ocean beneath the cliff that stabalized the laboratory. The moonlight made the waves powerful as the chirping of crickets seemed to form a symphony of action and voice. The silver dust that faintly glowed around the borders of the moon reflected brilliantly on the ocean's ripples and made the boy have a mysterious feeling about the aura this place held.
How had he known the laboratory was here? Well, the building in front of him looked quite organized and... lab-like.
He turned his head towards the small building before him. The building's exterior was a putrid grey. He highly doubted that anybody would be available at this time of night to collect his request, but if not, he could just as easily camp out for the night and rise in the morning.
However, just in case, he brought his small hand up to the door and pressed his knuckles against the heavy oak in a knocking motion, his messanger bag slung securely around her shoulder.
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