[quote=@Ogobrogo] [centre] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLjUyOTQ0Ny5UbTloYUNCQ2NtbG5hSFJ6ZEc5dVpRLCwuMA,,/mustasurma.regular.png[/img] [color=529447][h3][sub]-Route 29-[/sub][/h3][/color] Noah was silent. He had been silent for a very long time. Back at the lab, he had chosen silence rather than to taunt the smallfry. He had almost did it...even had ran through exactly how that little encounter would have went down in his mind’s eye, but… Nope. Silence. He had chosen instead to just leave. He had his pokemon, his license, and some supplies...but he hadn’t thought of one itty-bitty little wrinkle in his plan… There was only one path from New Bark to Cherrygrove. Well, only one path that wouldn’t leave him bleeding and broken in the middle of the woods. And since there was only one path, everyone had decided to take it. Unfortunately for Noah, everyone had decided to take it…[i]at the same time.[/i] Just fucking peachy. He could likely split from the nerds sometime around then...Violet at the latest. From there, he’d head to Goldenrod. He didn’t NEED to do the challenge bullshit. All he WANTED was to be able to drag around a couple pokemon without the law sticking it’s fat nose into things. Sure, he’d probably end up using them for some...less than legal purposes, but as much of his own ass that he could cover, he would. But until then, he was stuck with somehow the most obnoxiously chatty human beings on the goddamn planet. PurpleFuckBoi and the Ginger (snotty slut Ginger, not creepy ghost Ginger) had chatted the entire time they had been walking. The entire time. Not just for a few moments here or there, no. The entire time. The. Entire. Time. It was grating, their voices. The endless, mindless droning nearly caused Noah to break. He had begun grinding his teeth, which helped at first, but those horrible voices just kept going on and on and on… nothing could stop it. A couple times, Noah started to butt in, to do literally anything to get even a moment of silence, but ironically enough, he couldn’t find his voice. Not because he was shy, nervous, or even hesitant about making a group utterly despise him, because fuck that noise. No, he couldn’t find his voice because his mouth was so desperately dry. He had become so unbelievably salty that his frustration was literally dehydrating him. The man was salt incarnate, poised to rain down vile bile upon all who were unfortunate enough to stand in his way. ...seriously, forget Pipsqueak. Forget ButchBitch. Hell, even forget Tits McGee the Lighter Thief. The two scumlords go down first. He’d figure out how later. For now, he would just have to be content thinking of things to shove into his ears. Glass, maybe? So it shouldn’t come to much of a surprise to know that Noah hung back at the tail of the pack for the entire trip, offering nothing but scowls and glares to anybody who came near. The twat up front looked about as pleasant as one might expect from a psychobitch, so...no. Then of course, the scumlords and their pet ghost was next. Which left...who? Pipsqueak and...uh… It didn’t even matter. Wasn’t gonna happen. Noah went solo. So he was the last to get the memo about group stopping for the night. But that was fine. He was cool with the idea. It was getting late, and he really just wanted to laze out for a bit. His hand went down to his side and touched the lone pokeball hanging from his belt. He had to admit, he wanted to play with the pooch a bit more as well. Honestly? The damn thing was pretty fucking cute. - Camp was made without any hiccups. At least, none that Noah had noticed. He had pitched what would have to serve as a tent...which was pretty much just a blanket propped up with sticks, covering a sleeping bag. To whoever left all that gear just lying in his unlocked car back in Goldenrod, Noah gives his most earnest thanks. When he finished, he gazed upon the sloppy mess that would be his sleeping arrangements for the night and turned to check out the others. To his surprise [sub]and disappointment[/sub], they hadn’t ended up hanging themselves with their own tents. Yay? Oh well. Maybe next time. Still...the campsite did seem a bit...quiet. … Quiet? … Noah scanned the group… … Welp. The scumlords were gone. Off to make the most obnoxious babies imaginable, eh? Noah wept for humanity. Well...maybe they’d get mauled by a passing Ursaring? Yeah, yeah, probably not, but a boy could dream, couldn’t he? Pfft… The quiet was nice. Hot damn, was it nice. Goldenrod was never quiet so this...this was a nice change. Noah gave the camp one last scan before heading off, unknowingly, in the same direction that the scumlords had walked some time beforehand. As he strolled out of camp and into the wilderness, he casually sent out Bowser to get some air and exercise. The Houndour gave him an understandably confused look, but when Noah returned with his trademarked glare, the pooch fell into line, following at the man’s heels. Nipping at them. It was somewhat annoying, and made walking more of a chore, but he didn’t mind too much. Not yet, anyway. The little guy was obviously just a pup...and this was their first day together. He’d break the dog soon enough. For now, might as well let it have it’s fun. Besides, he didn’t want to discourage the aggressive behavior TOO much. What use would there be in a fucking hippie dog? Like...just covered in flowers and shit. Ew. No. So on they marched, man and beast, into the unknown, blissfully unaware of the traumatizing horror that lay ahead. … Noah really needed a goddamn cigarette. Fuck Tits McGee. [/centre] [/quote]