Post by Cash on Jul 15, 2012 0:12:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:580px; background-color: #fff3e9; border: 1px solid #ce9a6b, btable] [style=width: 350px; margin-left: 20px; border-bottom: 4px solid #ce9a6b]  [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #ce9a6b; margin-top: -3px;]it struck me that the two of us could run[/style][/style][STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; color: #ce9a6b; text-align: justify;] Excitement, liveliness, and joy. From the moment Wyatt left the lab with this little blue bird, all he can think about is the endless fun the two will have. Though Adria is still not quite used to this strange pokemorph boy, she does like his soft patting and brushing of her feathers. With great joy in holding the poor bird in his arms, Wyatt twirls around with like the child that he is. All for kicking off the start of his great walk. But being new to this sort of thing, Wyatt's not sure what to do next now that he's in Landark Road. Wyatt pulls his body to a stop making Adria dizzy and seeing everything in twos. Unaffected by the gravities pull, Wyatt looks down at Adria with ease while the pokemon still recovers from the halt. "Umm...Adria? What do we do now?" Adria looks up into Wyatt's big haunting yellow eyes only seing simple blurred shapes and colors and her mind still recovers. "What...what ever do you mean?" "Well, we're out here in the road, should we just keep going until a pokemon approaches up? Or do we have to get down and dirty to look for them?" It's surprising to Adria that a trainer would ever have to ask such a question. And to ask her of all creatures. She's never been out of the lab before as it was where she was born. She does try to answer his question to her best ability, but nothing seems to come to mind."I'm sorry Wyatt, but...I wouldn't know what to do to make your journey any better." Adria now sad with the lack of a better answer is surprised by a heart warming hug. It doesn't seem to bother Wyatt that Adria isn't alway helpful in every situation, but this made Adria the happiest bird. "It's alright Adria, from the data I have gathers, it seems that crawling through the tall grass and searching for the pokemon would be the best approach in training!" Adria looks up a Wyatt with a bothered look, as if her face screams, 'If you know, the why bother asking?!' "You go and do that while I'll just go back to doing what I'm best at; being cute, cuddly, and quite...like a stuffed animal! Wyatt neglects to pick up the tone of anger in Adria's chirping voice and takes her words in a more literla sense. Thinking how fun and amusing it would be to become a toy for a child. However, just the words can bring back bad memories of Wyatt's like back in the lab when he was just a number. Sitting on the shelf all day and all night, or stuffed into a box for safe keeping while the staff would clean and dust around the offices. "Sounds fun Adria, but be sure to keep off of high shelves or from being put in boxes. Okay?" Adria couldn't help but get a little angrier from his comment. As Wyatt places her to the ground, she puffs up in rage. 'Is he making fun of me? Does he think I'm that stupid?...or it could just be his strange lack of understanding even the simplest of thing.' Adria remembers that Wyatt isn't your normal boy, hell, he isn't that normal even for a pokemorph. He sometimes doesn't understand the basic concepts of emotion and expression. Now on the ground on all fours, Wyatt crawls through a small field of small grass just off the road out of Landark City. You can see he's determined to find other pokemon to have his very first battle, and first battle with Adria. However, there is something wrong with they way he's going at it. Do pokemon trainers normally crawl on the ground through the tall grass for find pokemon? No! And Adria has enough common sense to know that he's doing it wrong. But with this boy being hopeless, she simply watches him with sad pitiful eyes and he slowly start to disappear into the tall grass. "Oh Wyatt, what am I going to do with you?" [/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; font-size:9px; color: #ce9a6b; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;]WORDS: 707 TAGS: Open NOTES: And I'm still making fun of Wyatt. CREDITS: lunar[/style] |