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They/Them
26
May 18
Snowpoint City, Sinnoh
Pansexual
Menace
Cadet
oh, i was lost, but now i am found
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CJ Mizikar
❀ PINKAN ISLAND ADVENTURE
POSTED ON Jul 8, 2022 17:52:33 GMT
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An overwhelming surge of pleasure makes CJ’s gut twist up and their heart miss a beat as the excitement writes itself across Eva Morales’s face. “Yeah, see ya,” they say, lifting their glass in a brief farewell to the professor, before settling in to let the smile linger while leaning against the railing of the ship.
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Never one to be attentive to a single thing for a long period of time CJ felt their eyes drawing to the horizon and the ocean around them; they watched Locke Jamison, whom they felt like they should recognize but couldn’t quite place, interact with their Lapras, and it brought a small smile to their face.
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They weren’t particularly fond of the ocean, what with having absorbed some of Jeannie’s latent thalassophobia, but they couldn’t deny the lure and appeal, either. They let their head tip back slightly in the sea breeze, lulled by the lift and fall of the boat on the waves, looking for shapes in the water below.
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With the corners of the sky tinged coral like a faded picture, the sea turned dusky, the dark ocean mirroring the gloom of night as it threatened to emerge. The water here is never still, churned and stirred by the perilous presence of distant whirlpools and turbulent ocean currents, but the ship’s captain does a good job of mitigating the dangers and getting them close to shore.
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And what a shore it is; CJ is distantly reminded of Jurassic Park as the massive cliffs of the island face emerge; towering structures of brownstone and granite, stained and worn by wind and water. As the ship docks, CJ feels like they’ve gone back in time, and they get flashes of a different movie (Kong: Skull Island, to be exact) when they take their place in the disembarking queue, having crumpled their cup and placed it in the recycling bin like a good environmental soldier.
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They have a backpack of essentials-- extra clothes for weather-related hazards, clean undies, tablet toothpaste, and then their first aid-cum-crash kit, stuffed with vials of epinephrine, packets of VetSpon, suture and sterile needles, and a number of other items for use in an emergency. It never hurts to be prepared.
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They fall in line quietly with the rest of the explorers, hiking boots crunching on the fragments of granite as the sand rises and turns into a walking path, slicing up through the cliffs. The echo of the wind and waves is near deafening, even as they leave the sea behind. But the startling pink hues that cover near every corner are as far a cry from desolate, lonely island as CJ can imagine; it looks like a sakura convention threw up everywhere, and as the rocks give way and the area becomes forest, the variation in color becomes more apparent.
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“It’s a candy forest,” CJ murmurs, torn between wanting to reach out and touch everything and minding their P’s and Q’s (leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but pictures). Speaking of pictures, CJ fishes their phone out to try and take one and finds it inoperable. Their mouth presses into a thin line of disapproval, but somewhere deep in their gut they feel almost vindicated.
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“Yep, definitely Skull Island. Coulda seen that coming.” Not for the first time, they wonder, if their continuous comparison of real life to pop culture was a telling take on just how much pop culture they imbibed.
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The group presses into a clearing, staggered here and there with small buildings. It looks like a summer-camp. They’re met with a less than welcoming introduction to Ranger Zinnia who, to her credit, does not look like either a summer-camp counselor, or a serial killer, which CJ definitely expected. CJ follows Zinnia’s gaze up into the sky, where the glorious sunset is made paler by the presence of such vibrant flora; they’re left with the characteristic summer-camp warning of Do Not Wander, and then it is up to them to find a place to bunk for the night.
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CJ immediately becomes a sweating ball of anxiety, a long history of being picked last for stuff and things emerging to the forefront of their memory. Outwardly, though, they stick to their Key Life Plan of fake it ‘till you make it; portray an extrinsic example of cool and nonplussed and people will get the impression that you are actually cool.
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Still, they were torn between following the rules like a good little ranger and sneaking out to explore the island-- and possibly get grievously wounded or ruin the trip for everyone in the process. It was a hard decision.
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People start pairing off immediately and CJ is forcing themselves to remember to breath and not panic. Still, real recognizes real, and they notice a few other stragglers seemingly having a rough time meshing, like Johanna Joy, though their hopes are dashed when she gets snapped up by angelo vestri, whom, again, CJ recognizes but doesn’t, at the same time.
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Pretending to be looking at the surroundings, they make their way over to the fire, a slow mosey that directly contrasts the rapid beating of their heart. Holy shit, they’re going to be only person without a bunkmate. Why does this matter so much? It doesn’t, it doesn’t, it doesn’t--
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“Monsters, probably,” they remark offhand to Remiel Calcifet, whom they overhear talking. They flash the dark-haired stranger a grin. “Or, like, the trees eat us. Something macabre like that.” BARNABY FINCH helpfully suggests that it’s a safety measure, which makes the most sense, but, “C’mon, where’s the fun in that?” Their tone is a jaunty lilt, as they steal a seat, elbow on a knee and chin in hand. “Safety is boring.”
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+ ( wearing) [break] this is just a big word diarrhea because i love describing scenery. anyway, CJ has anxiety, realizes their phone isn't working which is not surprising, and is chilling by the fire talking to Remiel Calcifet, luka chêne, BARNABY FINCH, and whomstever else came up [break] still no bunkmate nickisadge [attr="class","pokeclass"]   [attr="class","credit"] milky[newclass=.blboxfl]font:11px roboto;--accent:#df9666;[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl b]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl i]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl a]text-transform:uppercase; font-weight:bold[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl .pokesprite]color:#32a852; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.1);border:1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.2); margin-right:10px; margin-top:5px; padding:5px; filter:grayscale(90%); transition:0.5s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl .pkspr:hover]background:rgba(0,0,0,0.2); filter:none; transition:0.5s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl .pokeclass]text-align:right; width:520px; [/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl .pokeclass img]background:#2b2b2b; border-radius:100px; border:1px solid #solid 1px #232323; border:1px solid #232323; margin-top:-30px; padding-bottom:3px; ransition:1.5s; margin-left:8px; box-shadow:2px 2px transparent;[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl .pokeclass img:hover]background:var(--accent); transition:1s all; box-shadow:2px 2px #232323 [/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl]position:relative;[/newclass] [newclass=.blboxfl .credit]font:bold 15px poppins; transform:rotate(90deg); position:absolute; bottom:55px; right:45px; color:rgb(65,65,65); text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #222, 1px -1px 0 #222, -1px 1px 0 #222, 1px 1px 0 #222;[/newclass]
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Nobody spoke to Gwyar the entire way to the island. He tried not to let it damper his mood, if only for Gawain's and Raki's sake.
"I'm sure they'll at least have small cabins or something similar." Barnaby assured Mars as they began to collect their luggage. He swung a large duffel bug over one shoulder while those around them deboarded the ship, stopping momentarily to scan the island's shore before departing with the rest of the passengers. Gabrielle walked obediently by his side.
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