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POSTED ON Apr 17, 2021 15:35:00 GMT
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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POSTED ON Apr 17, 2021 15:43:40 GMT
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       “Oh, no!” he groaned. He was left with the cupcake paper, and no more blue Alcremie-shaped cupcake to find. He sighed, because he didn’t know anyone around the area! He was hoping to hide behind the tree as long as possible, however now there was an insatiable thirst that had sprung up and he needed to quell that. Oh, hell, even if I don’t normally drink coffee… guess I’ll take one! he thought, quickly sprinting out from behind the tree and heading for one of the tables that had iced coffees available for people to take. Grabbing the closest one, he was about to make a break towards where he was hiding however the sight of a Drampa being attacked from so many sides by loud children made him stop for a few moments to smile at the sight. They really were ‘old grampa dragons’ that knew how to fly, weren’t they. He wondered who the owner of the Drampa was as he looked around, taking a few sips from the iced coffee he had with him. took a Teddiursa Iced Coffee because screw this he needs caffeine |
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TAGGING @event  "hey stormy! kaz called out to Stormy Silph as he ran up towards her with a rope in his hand. as the announcement for the race went out kazimir was scrambling to look for someone to partner up. lucky him that stormy had impeccable timing and just arrived. "hey there's gonan be a three legged race in just a bit, wanna partner up? c'mon! without even giving her a second to answer back he took her by the hand and pulled her along to the starting line to get ready. let's get it storms :pog:   |
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POSTED ON Apr 17, 2021 17:30:38 GMT
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 "So what do they use for coloring, exactly?" Gavin asked him. "Have you seen the stuff?" Zac asked, pulling out another can and pouring some into a disposable paper cup. It was almost fluorescent pink. "There's only one Pokemon that will give you something that color," he said, swirling the cup ominously. "Jynx." Zac set down the cup and helped himself to an ice coffee. "Don't worry though. It's just a rumor. And besides, I know for sure it's not blood." Zac took a gulp of the coffee. It did wonders to mask the taste of the Dunsparce venom that they used to flavor the cola. |
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POSTED ON Apr 18, 2021 2:19:24 GMT
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POSTED ON Apr 18, 2021 3:05:49 GMT
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 After earning her hard-won and hard-boiled easter egg, Michiko decided to wander the picnic grounds, sipping a fruity blue cocktail a vendor had offered her free of charge. It wasn't so often that so many trainers could simply enjoy time outside with their Pokemon, and she wanted to "window shop" through as many of them as possible! Her Cherrim riding on her Deerling's back, Michi and the two spring Pokemon meandered through the picnic grounds, turning their heads up to enjoy the occasional gust of wind that brought down spirals of white petals from above. She plucked a canola flower from the base of a tree and threaded it behind her ear, sighing in open contentment. The peace was short-lived. Calls for a three-legged-race spread from the starting line like an uncontained virus, reaching Michi with little time to spare. Sober, she might have been too shy to participate. With one Bouncy Brionne down and after a full morning of hanami, however, the older woman was shamelessly raring to go. "Oh! A race!" she cried, exuberant. She looked around for a partner-- someone young and filled with vitality, who would catapult her to victory! Someone with long legs and indominable power! Someone like... FERNANDO SILPH ! Somehow, they ended up at the starting line together. Michi was giggling like a pleased auntie, cheeks flushed and puffy hair pulled back with a big scrunchie. "Today you will see Michi's Serious Side!" the older woman announced, making two fists. "Please take care of me!" |
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[attr="class","spiral"]Fernando’s bid for his fellow avatar’s attention gets usurped by a sudden sprawl of trainers. Each one vies for his target to the point that there’s no point of pursuing him further. Unfazed, he contnues to nurse his Shaymin the rest of its treat, picking up a BRIONNE SODA for himself to help cool down. The call for a race starts with everyone pairing off. Fernando teeters the startling line, either too unfamiliar or too slow to pick a proper partner. Fortunately, someone else is bold enough to make the first move. “Ah. Of course.” He pulls a fake smile from his assortment of practiced expressions, surprised by the sudden turn of events. Her smile, so sweet that it makes him sick, prove remarkably attractive. It stirs old feelings, ones he didn’t know he still harbored, in a callback for someone strikingly similar. “The Silph Speed Star is nothing to scoff at.” He plays along, pandering to his audience, despite the inward cringe that bubble in his stomach. Such cheesiness doesn’t affect him—he can say anything at this point—but it still hurt his pride. [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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His only recompense was that it was a beautiful day. |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","dangerhead"] [attr="class","dangerbody"] [attr="class","dangericon"]  [attr="class","dangertxt"] ''Oh, piss off.'' A look of disgust crossed his face as his eldest sibling chided him. Thin fingers snatched a teddiursa iced coffee off of the platter of a passing service man before he sipped it casually. It was actually quite tasty. Already a fan of iced coffee over other variants, this particular concoction would he kept in mind for later. [break][break] ''Certainly you didn't cross an ocean to moan about my vocabulary. It's no different than from when I left.'' Perhaps she had forgotten, or remembered him better than he was, an oft occurring side effect of absence. ''Did something happen back home? House didn't burn down or some awful shit did it? Hell, it feels like half of this region is burning to the ground most of the time.'' [break][break] A slew of recent bad memories flashed through his mind, and a harsh gulp of the coffee did little to ward them away. Galar felt like some distant paradise he always found a reason to not go back to. Perhaps distance was making his heart a little fonder as well. Thankfully he was momentarily distracted, arching an eyebrow and looking over Alison's shoulder to spot his shiny gengar. [break][break] Was he trying to enter a race of same kind? [attr="class","dangerfoot"] [attr="class","dangernotes"] -- [attr="class","dangercredits"]cyan of pixel perfect [googlefont=Raleway:500][newclass=.dangerhead]width: 500px;height: 150px;background: url('https://i.imgur.com/UsWyrNt.png');border-bottom: solid;border-color: #262626;border-width: 10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangerbody]background: #2b2b2b;width: 420px;padding: 40px;position: relative;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangertxt]color: #ededed;line-height: 21px;text-align: justify;margin-top: -15px;margin-left: 12px;border-left: solid;border-width: 1px;border-color: #212121;padding-left: 20px;padding-bottom: 30px;font-size: 11px;font-family: Raleway, sans-serif;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangertxt b]color: #2e8b57;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangericon]transform: rotate(45deg);-webkit-transform: rotate(45deg);-ms-transform: rotate(45deg);border: solid;background: #262626;border-color: #262626;border-width: 4px;left: 23px;top: -35px;max-width: 50px;max-height: 50px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangerfoot]margin-left: -40px;width: 500px;height: 5px;padding-top: 15px;border-top: solid;border-width: 1px;border-color: #212121;color: #ededed;font-family: Raleway, sans-serif;font-weight: 500;font-size: 9px;line-height: 13px;text-align: justify;position: relative;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangerbody ::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 3px;background: #212121;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangerbody ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #c4c4c4; [/newclass] [newclass=.dangernotes]width: 200px;height: 28px;overflow: auto;padding-left: 20px;padding-right: 5px;position: absolute;left: 260px;border-left: solid;border-width: 1px;border-color: #212121;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangertag]width: 200px;height: 28px;overflow: auto;left: 30px;padding-right: 5px;position: absolute;text-align: center;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangertag a]color: #2e8b57;[/newclass] [newclass=.dangercredits]margin-top: 6px;margin-left: 420px;font-family: raleway;font-size:8px;[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","charactername"] A massive head nudged its way under Locke’s free hand, signaling Ji-Ji’s return. The few kids that stayed behind during the egg hunt had suddenly ran off giggling in pairs, leaving the Drampa to seek attention from his trainer instead. It was probably for the best. The dragon was likely to start getting tired anyhow, even if he didn’t want to stop playing. Locke grabbed a bottle of water from their bag and poured its contents into a large bowl. While their Pokémon rehydrated, they looked over to where the children had hurried off to. The beginnings of a three-legged race had called them away, along with several others. Too bad. Locke had intended to try everything the picnic had to offer today, but if it was a game of athleticism and socializing, he’d probably be dead last. Locke had just about settled for simply watching the event from afar, when he felt a pair of eyes on him. About halfway between a coffee stand and the tree line was a tall, pale man who seemed to be keeping away from everyone else. In fact, Locke was pretty sure this was the first time they’d seen the guy. Maybe he’d only just arrived? “Uh, hello! Do you need a partner for the, um,” Locke called out, gesturing lamely at the race. [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz [newclass=".charactername"]margin-top:25px; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#A490FF; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername i"]font-style:italic;color:#A490FF; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] |
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Festivities, fun and frolicking in the sun. It was evident the spring brought life and despite all its turbulence, Hoenn was certainly alive and well. On a lonesome bench he sat in observation, watching the crowds gather and part as the seconds turned to minutes turned to hours. He saw some familiar face or two enjoying themselves but with the length of his hair obscured by the hood pulled over his head he largely went unnoticed. It was better that way. Somewhere in his core he felt, off. If he was a bad apple today, it was best he remained in isolation to keep from ruining the others. Piece by piece, he tried to deconstruct his own melancholy while the sweet, savory and even sweeter flavors of his bird themed popcorn kept him sated. ● tags: ● notes: skipped the drinks, stole the last arrangement of oricorio popcorn. (Roll +10)  |
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