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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 23:33:11 GMT
 WE WON'T GIVE UP THE FIGHT AGAIN TAGS: @open | NOTES: dont be afraid of the thief [attr="class","stupidbold"]So now he was back in Cassiopeia, the trainer found that the village was quaint despite the crowd that was constantly moving in and out. The thief was sure that had to do with the fact the town hosted the place where knew trainers could pick up pokemon. Yet for someone with his particular "expertise" a crowded place was actual the perfect place for him to set up shop. Of course he had already gotten his pokemon so he had no real use for the village other than the fact it was full of suckers fresh and ready for the picking. He had already done pretty well for the day, managing to get some money as well as a few items he didn't have before. It was probably enough to keep the other suited for a while but when he was doing well why stop there? Al let out a small sigh pocketing the recent money he had managed to get from "bumping" into a trainer and putting on a smile and talking long enough to pick pocket efficiently. The trainer smiled all the same and waved as the sucker went about their day and now he was leaning against a building waiting for the next target that would walk around the corner. Al adjusted his goggles ever so slightly on his head and was about to walk out but it seemed to be a little kid and he frowned - yea he wouldn't really have anything he wanted so he leaned once more back on the wall. He wouldn't get caught right? Of course not he was a well trained professional and the next person that came around that corner was going to be his next sucker before he most likely moved on to route 1 to find his next pokemon to add to his team. Patience was always the key to his profession. (314 specks | words) IT'S WHO WE ARE WE WON'T HIDE OUR FACES FROM THE LIGHT [Googlefont=Oswald][Googlefont=Open Sans][newclass=.stupidbold b]color:#644362[/newclass] |
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Post by Saint Judas on Jun 16, 2017 19:33:20 GMT
I've tried but I couldn't find any warning of you, dear
It's hard to make any sense of what I feel here Word Count - 378 | @near | NOTES - I offer nerd as sacrifice
Judas hummed lightly, his mood cheery as the sunny day around him. The afternoon was warm, the sun bright in the sky as it began its descent, a third the way from its zenith to the western horizon already as its golden rays basked the land gently, highlighting the great statues that reared in the square of the quaint village through which Judas' black leather boots tread, each step crunching a thin layer of dirt layed out in tracks underfoot. He was dressed lightly, if still formal in his business shirt—it's cuffs and arms rolled back to his elbows—tie, and vest, enjoying for the moment the mere tranquility of the small town, a familiar place to his azure eyes, not far from where he hinself had spent his childhood, and in some ways reminiscent of it in it's homely feel. Admittedly, it was far busier then Ara ever was, but there was also an extra feeling of... Excitement in the air. A feeling of something beginning, of adventure and fantasy, hopes, wishes, dreams. This was the birthplace of so many of these was it not? It was every aspiring trainer's vision to come here and begin their journey.
Well, Judas wasn't a trainer in specific himself, nor had any of the true passion or desire to become one, he sought after training more for the companionship and the excuse to travel doing something beyond his work. But his purpose here was of a same vein was it not? It was almost strange to think he was going to be seeking a pokémon for himself, he had cared for many certainly, and loved them all, but always he was doing it for them, to help them get better and to give them shekter and love until they could continue on. Now he was doing this for himself.... Though did he not intend to treat it similarly? Absent mindedly, his gaze cloudy and lost in though, he reached a hand up, a white-grey feathered head immediately taking up the offering and rubbing against his fingers. A smile crept over stark features, blue eyes travelling up to the sky as he stroked his pidove with a few fingers, her chest thrumming happily with a cooing-purr as she ate up the affection.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 23:06:51 GMT
WE WON'T GIVE UP THE FIGHT AGAIN TAGS: @open | NOTES: dont be afraid of the thief [attr="class","stupidbold"]Al leaned still against the wall humming a slight tune that he wasn't really sure where it had come from. To be honest he hardly noted when things like this happened after all - because he was so focused on the final goal - and that was picking a pocket. Getting more money to continue his journey and actually make it in this region. Of course he had told himself this was a chance to start over and not be the thief he knew he was but some habits always died hard. For Al that habit was was picking out the best suckers to get the most profit but after the turn around he had today he didn't really mind who he jumped this time. His patience however seemed to pay off as after the child had passed it wasn't long before someone else seemed to come into his zone. This guy looked just about as sucker as the others he had managed to get today which meant his already pre-planned trick would most likely work on this guy too. Well with that decided he moved now his hands in his pockets headphones in his ears looking down - the idea that he had no idea that someone was right there when it was actually the exact opposite. Looking to the ground the thief moved exactly where he want right into the man that was walking himself busy playing with the pokemon that was perched upon him. Just like he planned suddenly the theif's body collided with the other and in the exact moment their bodies did his hand moved - slight of hand had always been his best trait as he moved almost instinctively to search for a wallet of any sort before pulling back just as quickly as he had the connection of bodies enough to hide that he was robbing the other. "Oh my gosh!" suddenly his voice reached a slight peak as he fell back some his hands coming out in a defeated manor waving in front of him - having already stashed whatever he grabbed in his jacket on the fall back. "I am so sorry sir! I didn't realize you were there would you forgive me?" a fake smile to finish it off. Maybe he really was too good at this to ever give it up. (389 specks | words) IT'S WHO WE ARE WE WON'T HIDE OUR FACES FROM THE LIGHT [Googlefont=Oswald][Googlefont=Open Sans][newclass=.stupidbold b]color:#644362[/newclass] |
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Post by Saint Judas on Jun 18, 2017 0:11:32 GMT
All I know, is that my days go on and on
Without you here, without you here Word Count - 375 | @near | NOTES - Hook, line, and sinker. Rip.
Judas' gaze on the skies he never noticed the male who stepped in front of him at the last moment. The collision was a startling jerk to the present moment, Archimedes taking flight from his shoulder in a startled burst of feathers as his own steps staggered backwards at the weight of something—rather someone—attempting to fill the same space that he had been moving towards, both sides making unexpected contact and rebounding. His wallet was scarcely missed in the confusion: a slim standard soft black leather thing tucked away in his pocket where so many others similarly carried such important items that were carried on hand and outfitted with a small padding of cash and a line of cards, some the usual fare of credit or store memberships, and few others such as I.D., a medical licensing card, another a licence marking this man as a certified pokémon center volunteer, and yet another denoting him as a registered foster caretaker for pokémon in need of temporary housing—all telling his life, simple and busy a man as he liked to happily maintain himself.
In fact, Judas himself was quite occupied by the fact that he had just run into someone, far too much to have noticed the skilled lightening of his pocket. His first thougts were alarm and worry for the other man as his hands began to reach to steady or grap for the other person if they were falling—fortunately they seemed not to be however—his hasty stumbled apologies mingling with their own as both seemed instantly to take blame and regret for the incident, voices overlapping in similar quick words. "I'm sorry sir! Are you alright? I was distracted, I'm so sorry..."
A moment later and Judas realized he and them were both talking over each other just to say the same thing. Weakly laughing as he noticed their own smile, his features still twisted in worry as azure eyes glanced over the other male—and briefly up to spot Archimedes, the pidove merely a little ruffled—before hastily trying to go back and amend himself as well as assure them. "No, n-no, please, it wasn't your fault, I was lost in thought, I should have been watching in front of me... Are you okay though?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 23:17:28 GMT
WE WON'T GIVE UP THE FIGHT AGAIN [attr="class","stupidbold"]Al hadn't met such an easy sucker in such a long time. The male finding himself easy to pick the other skillfully moving his wallet with lightning fast reflexes and pocketing the object. Quick enough to hide it as him grabbing his own outfit as a reflex to the falling sensation. This guy was ... a perfect pocket the kind that was overly concerned and one of the easier people for him to get along with than the idiots he had met. To be fair he hadn't really liked the other cause they were all rich assholes who thought they got whatever they want just by being rich. This guy was just a plain old sucker that was kind to everyone but you know the saying: last guys finish last. Al quickly kept the acting going having rehearsed many times before this current sucker. It seemed the other was just as quick to apologize as both of them overshadowed each others words basically saying the same thing. Both of them being "distracted" and colliding on accident, it was the perfect set up and honestly it worked because he still hadn't lost with it. It might have made Al feel slightly bad that the other actually really seemed really worried about him. He hadn't seen that kind of worry in a long time - used to a home of liars and thieves you learned quickly that no one cared about you but yourself. This guy however was the exact opposite even after almost being knocked over he showed no anger in those hues, not even a slight bit. Most people were at least angry a slight moment when they were run into so Al couldn't help but push his humanity down. This guy was perfect and he decided now of all times to start getting sentimental what the hell was his luck? "I'm perfectly fine, I appreciate the kindness." he was still in the act but he realized he wasn't really lying either. It had been such a long time he had almost forgotten what kindness was like, that was pretty sad wasn't it? "You're unharmed as well right? I hope I didn't hurt you or anything but you're a bit bigger than me so I'd hope it was just me." he said a small laugh coming. God this was starting to make him sick, too much kindness that he wasn't used to. (403 specks | words) IT'S WHO WE ARE WE WON'T HIDE OUR FACES FROM THE LIGHT [Googlefont=Oswald][Googlefont=Open Sans][newclass=.stupidbold b]color:#644362[/newclass] |
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Post by Saint Judas on Jul 5, 2017 11:10:51 GMT
My days go on and on
Without you here, without you here Word Count - 351 | @near | NOTES - u got urself a real genuine nerd
Judas smiled slightly, a meek sort of apologetic turning of his lips in chagrinned embarassment at the whole issue even as the other man professed they were, indeed, alright, and even thanked him for his concern. "A-ah, well" he murmured, stammering slightly, awkward. His kindness was really only courtesy and politeness, it seemed only natural to be worried about such things, it had been a clumsy blunder of him not to have been paying attention in the first place, and he felt guilty still for the collision even if they tried to take the blame for it as well, he surely could not deny he was at least partially at fault, and thus he could not help but worry for the repercussions of such. And even had it been a different situation, it still seemed merely the thing to do to ask after another and be sure they are well in accidents as this...
Then, of course, came the returned mirror of Judas' own question now that the two of them were collected enough to speak in turn and not overlapping in their worried exclamations. A small laugh left their lips as they finished, a sort of lame attempt at light humor that comes from situations like this, leaving only hints of laughter but a bit of an easing of tension anyways. Rubbing the back of his neck slightly, his posture relaxing and shifting, Judas colored slightly as azure eyes flicked away behind glass lenses at the tendered train of reasoning given to the other man's concerns. Archimedes, circling, fluttered at last back to his shoulder, the pidove settling in with a huff as she shuffled her wings, eyeing the other man as though trying to decide how annoyed she was at having been thrown. "Yes, ahh, thank you. I'm ah, quite alright, I really apologize for all this...." He bit his lip as he trailed off, realizing he was falling to saying sorry again already. He should probably excuse himself, likely he had already disrupted the other man, and his awkward attempts at forgiveness and worry were probably not helping...
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