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Also, is it weird that I sort of want to give Anthony a hug? I mean, Kijani never would. But Devika may.
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I'm unclear on what happened, exactly. Another car pushed their car off the road?
At the moment the boy started to run, the man in the tattered clothing snapped his fingers once. The Pokemon at his side burst into a run with a snarl of challenge, going after the boy. It had to skid to a stop on the asphalt after the boy fell, and as its trainer had taught, he put his front paws heavily on the boy's back. Keeping him pinned while it growled menacingly in his ear.
"Damn. This is the easiest pull I've ever made." The man let out a low, mirthless laugh as he lazily strolled over to the trapped boy. He crouched, and without any sign of remorse started to ruffle through his pockets. "Ahaaaa. Pay day." He yanked out the young boy's fat wallet, and stuck it in the recesses of his dirty clothes. He snatched up the boy's backpack, too- while there would be less he could use in it, there would be plenty that was at least worth selling. He slung that easily over his shoulder and started to walk away. He made it most of the way down the alley, before he snapped his fingers twice. The Mightyena that was still keeping the boy pinned growled before getting off his chest, then running after its' trainer. They were almost out of sight, when a blur of shadows from the opposite alley darted toward them.
"What the-" The first shadow, obviously Pokemon shaped, started to kick up the dirt and dust that was in the alley, creating a fog of trash and particles that made the robber cough as he was forced to inhale it. The Mightyena growled, and as the shadow moved off, he ran after it. "Hey, where you goin' Killer?!" The Pokemon didn't respond, and gave chase to the shadow. Then the second shadow moved in, this one human shaped.
The fight looked imbalanced from the start. THe robber was bigger, stronger. He took a wild swing at the shadow, which darted nimbly out of his reach. He took another swing, and the shadow ducked it and went in low. The low thud of rapid punches started to sound, along with a whoosh of a man's breath leaving him in pain.
A voice called out, sounding high and girlish. "Luna! You okay?" There was a feline yowl from the direction where the two Pokemon had chased each other off.
The robber, dazed with pain and rage, growled and rushed the girl. For a brief moment, it was almost as if he was going to hit her head on. THen she dropped low to the ground, coming up in a low roll that sent the robber tumbling stupidly over her body. He was down- and the girl sat on his back, rapidly yanking the wallet free from where she'd seen him stash it. Then she picked up his head and slammed it face first into the dirty concrete. A cry of pain and the snapping of a nose echoed around the alley.
The girl moved up, kicking the backpack that the man had dropped out of his reach. "You gonna get, or do I have to bloody you some more?"
The failed robber got up, blood coating the lower half of his face. His nose was at an odd angle. "Killer!" His voice sounded pained, and nasal like a person with a cold. "Let's get the heck out of here." He stumbled away from the scene of the fight, holding one hand to his bloodied, broken nose and making a quick exit.
The girl brushed herself off, and then crouched to pick up the backpack. She dusted that off the best she could, and slung it over her shoulder. Slowly, she started to step toward the fallen boy. Close up, even in the darkness, it was clear that she too, was dirty. Her black hair was mussed, but her dark eyes were sharp and clear. Her clothing was just as worn as the robber's had been. She was much smaller, and skinny besides, but it was clear that she had quite a mind to beat someone twice her size.
"...so." A smirk twisted her lips. "First time in the South, then?"
"Damn. This is the easiest pull I've ever made." The man let out a low, mirthless laugh as he lazily strolled over to the trapped boy. He crouched, and without any sign of remorse started to ruffle through his pockets. "Ahaaaa. Pay day." He yanked out the young boy's fat wallet, and stuck it in the recesses of his dirty clothes. He snatched up the boy's backpack, too- while there would be less he could use in it, there would be plenty that was at least worth selling. He slung that easily over his shoulder and started to walk away. He made it most of the way down the alley, before he snapped his fingers twice. The Mightyena that was still keeping the boy pinned growled before getting off his chest, then running after its' trainer. They were almost out of sight, when a blur of shadows from the opposite alley darted toward them.
"What the-" The first shadow, obviously Pokemon shaped, started to kick up the dirt and dust that was in the alley, creating a fog of trash and particles that made the robber cough as he was forced to inhale it. The Mightyena growled, and as the shadow moved off, he ran after it. "Hey, where you goin' Killer?!" The Pokemon didn't respond, and gave chase to the shadow. Then the second shadow moved in, this one human shaped.
The fight looked imbalanced from the start. THe robber was bigger, stronger. He took a wild swing at the shadow, which darted nimbly out of his reach. He took another swing, and the shadow ducked it and went in low. The low thud of rapid punches started to sound, along with a whoosh of a man's breath leaving him in pain.
A voice called out, sounding high and girlish. "Luna! You okay?" There was a feline yowl from the direction where the two Pokemon had chased each other off.
The robber, dazed with pain and rage, growled and rushed the girl. For a brief moment, it was almost as if he was going to hit her head on. THen she dropped low to the ground, coming up in a low roll that sent the robber tumbling stupidly over her body. He was down- and the girl sat on his back, rapidly yanking the wallet free from where she'd seen him stash it. Then she picked up his head and slammed it face first into the dirty concrete. A cry of pain and the snapping of a nose echoed around the alley.
The girl moved up, kicking the backpack that the man had dropped out of his reach. "You gonna get, or do I have to bloody you some more?"
The failed robber got up, blood coating the lower half of his face. His nose was at an odd angle. "Killer!" His voice sounded pained, and nasal like a person with a cold. "Let's get the heck out of here." He stumbled away from the scene of the fight, holding one hand to his bloodied, broken nose and making a quick exit.
The girl brushed herself off, and then crouched to pick up the backpack. She dusted that off the best she could, and slung it over her shoulder. Slowly, she started to step toward the fallen boy. Close up, even in the darkness, it was clear that she too, was dirty. Her black hair was mussed, but her dark eyes were sharp and clear. Her clothing was just as worn as the robber's had been. She was much smaller, and skinny besides, but it was clear that she had quite a mind to beat someone twice her size.
"...so." A smirk twisted her lips. "First time in the South, then?"
Love you too, Dioxide! Come visit and stuff!
Kijani was admittedly sad to see Sue go. She was a bright light in this crazy place. Her eyes flickered to Anthony, and for a moment she felt a pang of sadness for him. She recognized someone trying to hold something inside, and so she let him be. There really wasn't anything to say to this, anyway. Any words of comfort would be trite- besides, she figured those two wouldn't let each other go too easy. She gathered her things and headed out.
Devika had received a hug from Sue, who was brilliantly happy, and sad at the same time. She was obviously popular with the other students. There was a sadness in the room, but it was mixed with excitement. She supposed they were sad to see her go, but happy to see that she was making a name for herself by graduating so quickly. It was a pity that Devika didn't know her better.
Devika had received a hug from Sue, who was brilliantly happy, and sad at the same time. She was obviously popular with the other students. There was a sadness in the room, but it was mixed with excitement. She supposed they were sad to see her go, but happy to see that she was making a name for herself by graduating so quickly. It was a pity that Devika didn't know her better.
Kijani slid into a front seat at the side, idly cracking her knuckles while she waited. Her eyes flickered to Anthony. "So... what's going on with your girlfriend, Anthony? What's this all about?" She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs in front of her, her pose relaxed to combat the tension in her mind.
Devika settled somewhere in the back and started idly writing on the back of a sheet of paper. She did this from time to time when ideas hit and stuck around. This time she was pondering the benefits of psychology in a fight. Surely there had to be some way she could make herself mentally stronger.
Devika settled somewhere in the back and started idly writing on the back of a sheet of paper. She did this from time to time when ideas hit and stuck around. This time she was pondering the benefits of psychology in a fight. Surely there had to be some way she could make herself mentally stronger.
*clings to Dioxide* I don't want her to goooo.
*happy wave* HIYA
As the young boy moved past the alleyway, there was a faint shifting of sound. It could have been nothing. Just some trash blowing in the wind. Or maybe not. Without any warning, a hulking, menacing man stepped into the boy's view. He wore a cap over his lean features, one that covered his hair and cast a shadow over his eyes. His clothing was old, and worn, a mishmash of shades and fabrics, all looking like they'd been rescued from the trash heap. A menacing growl at the man's hip revealed the red eyes of a Mightyena- the dark Pokemon looked skinny and mean, and there were no mistaking the sharpness of its teeth, even in this darkness.
"Hey kid." The man was still covered by the shadows thrown on him from the alley's walls. He would be impossible to recognize twice. Even his voice was nondistinct- deep, sure, but no accent besides the usual city drawl. "Gimme your money. Or Shadow's gonna rip you open." He flexed his gloved hand very slightly, and the Pokemon at his side made a slight lunge and snapped it's drool-covered jaws.
"Hey kid." The man was still covered by the shadows thrown on him from the alley's walls. He would be impossible to recognize twice. Even his voice was nondistinct- deep, sure, but no accent besides the usual city drawl. "Gimme your money. Or Shadow's gonna rip you open." He flexed his gloved hand very slightly, and the Pokemon at his side made a slight lunge and snapped it's drool-covered jaws.
Kijani startled as she heard the cough behind her. She whirled, her braid whipping and her eyes wide. She relaxed, but only slightly, as she saw Mr. Croil standing nearby. How long had he been standing there? She'd been so absorbed in her poem that she hadn't even noticed. The question on her lips was 'what are you doing here?' but she caught herself just in time. This was his orchard and his home, and she should be asking herself what she was doing there. Instead of that, she managed to hear his next question.
“Read to you? I... yes.” She was surprised to find herself nodding. “I haven't recited anything in quite a while, but I certainly don't mind.” A faint smile came to her lips, and she stood a bit, stretching herself. Even after sitting for a good while, she didn't notice the mild stiffness in her legs. Moving to the edge of the bench, she made sure the page was made visible to him as she cleared her throat. Without waiting for nervousness to truly set in, she began.
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.”
Her voice came out strong and carefully articulated every word with practiced eloquence. Rising and falling, seeming to give proper attention to each word, every syllable. It was clear that she'd done this before. Even beyond the elegance of her speech, there was the life in her voice. She wasn't just reciting. There was something brewing just underneath her voice as she read, and it would probably go unheard if she were reciting for some school or event. But with Mr. Croil as her private audience, the hidden anger beneath Kijani's words was easier to detect. Something within the words or the meaning of this poem made her very upset. But... what could that be?
“For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So He loves the bow that is stable.”
Kijani let the last word hang in the air, as she slowly pulled her eyes from the page, and looked to Mr. Croil. “Ah... what did you think?” A flutter of nervousness whispered through her stomach. For some reason, she truly wanted to impress him. No. Impress was not the word, was it, because that would mean he would think she was better than he. That wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to see that she, too, had just as many feelings and passions beneath her jewels and finery.
“Read to you? I... yes.” She was surprised to find herself nodding. “I haven't recited anything in quite a while, but I certainly don't mind.” A faint smile came to her lips, and she stood a bit, stretching herself. Even after sitting for a good while, she didn't notice the mild stiffness in her legs. Moving to the edge of the bench, she made sure the page was made visible to him as she cleared her throat. Without waiting for nervousness to truly set in, she began.
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.”
Her voice came out strong and carefully articulated every word with practiced eloquence. Rising and falling, seeming to give proper attention to each word, every syllable. It was clear that she'd done this before. Even beyond the elegance of her speech, there was the life in her voice. She wasn't just reciting. There was something brewing just underneath her voice as she read, and it would probably go unheard if she were reciting for some school or event. But with Mr. Croil as her private audience, the hidden anger beneath Kijani's words was easier to detect. Something within the words or the meaning of this poem made her very upset. But... what could that be?
“For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So He loves the bow that is stable.”
Kijani let the last word hang in the air, as she slowly pulled her eyes from the page, and looked to Mr. Croil. “Ah... what did you think?” A flutter of nervousness whispered through her stomach. For some reason, she truly wanted to impress him. No. Impress was not the word, was it, because that would mean he would think she was better than he. That wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to see that she, too, had just as many feelings and passions beneath her jewels and finery.
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