Post by Justice on Jun 21, 2011 11:15:30 GMT -5
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| [bg=#352322] it may sound absurd, but don't be naive, even heroes have the right to bleed |
| [bg=#dbdbdb] Honestly Justice did not see the charm in pokemon whatsoever; sure, they had remarkable elemental, supernatural abilities, but surely that was no reason for a human to base his or her life off it, grueling over them their entire life, fixated on the boring, senseless sport of battling. If someone wanted to battle as a sport, why do it vicarious through some beasts and fight themselves? Because humans were selfish and didn’t like to be actually live the hurting themselves. And that was understandable, really. Perhaps her whole opinion regarding pokemon was a bit—skewed — due to her father’s untimely demise. No doubt it was; however, she didn’t remember (when she had parents) her parents teaching her about pokemon and the so-called merits of befriending them and becoming faithful allies. In her household, pokemon were just…there. Everyone behaved as if they weren’t animals, beasts, but as they belonged and were just as welcomed as she was. Never had she minded it until her father left her. Her world left her. It broke her heart needless to say, changed her whole perception of the world. Nothing on this world was either innocent or fair. Even the brightest gleam of light had its ugly blotches of darkness, a tinge of insidious evil. Granted that was all common sense to her now at eighteen solid years old. At least back then she hadn’t any dreams; it took her five years to evaluate herself and the life she was living. She’d came into terms with herself and her emptiness and was now in a constant battle to rid herself of the empty apathy she felt for all things living. However she needed a break. And cheesecake. And chocolate drink; so she flew into Blackhorn City, her hometown, for a snack. Everyone in the city knew her as the tragic child of a famous father and a deadbeat mother and were ignorant of her current occupation. Some even ventured as far as to open their home to her for whenever she needed. She’d accepted of course, needing as many safe houses as she could receive in case Ultimatum went on the fritz again. She liked keeping the people ignorant, evading questions regarding her current location, how she was doing, how’d she get that scar above her left eyebrow. It wasn’t their business and so she didn’t know. Justice sat in the small diner, across from the only pokemon of which she was devoid of any harbored hate. Love, the Sableye, who had saved her life, many times and many more to come, sat at the table, munching on stale-looking pokemon food. Her twisted mind was convinced that Love wasn’t a pokemon, but a human trapped in a pokemon’s body. Sableye couldn’t feel any traces of pain; she’d come to discover after running various usually painful experiments on her; Justice used that to her advantage. Ultimatum had quite sophisticated, eerily sketchy technologies that merely screamed ‘God-complex!’ Those technologies would be used to make Love a human; or at least transfer her brain into one. That was one of her side dreams, placing Love into her much more appropriate, desired form. Growing weary of watching Love chew distastefully on the stale brown nugget of food; Justice would interject with a ”Stop. I’ll fetch some cheesecake.” She’d soon raise herself from the booth in the back of the diner and start for the ordering counter, only bump into someone—a woman. Justice apologetically murmured lazily; the noise was incoherent, probably not even an apology at all. |
| [bg=#dbdbdb] more than a pretty face beside a train, |
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