gotta be somebody [open]

[ELIJAH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][rs=2][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 110px; border-right: 1px dashed #60d360; border-left: 5px solid #0d100d; border-bottom: 5px solid #0d100d; height: 425px;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #60d360] » words » 749 » tags » open for anyone :3 » lyrics » all star by smashmouth » notes » in goldenrod city for now, so maybe you could be the trainer stolen from, or maybe someone who saw what happened, or just passing by :D My replies aren't normally this long, its just because its the intro thread >>
[atrb=border,0,true][rs=2][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 380px; border-right: 5px solid #0d100d; border-bottom: 5px solid #0d100d] "Run Arky, run!" Through the streets of Goldenrod city they fled, shoes and paws hitting the pavement as they did. Elijah did a quick look behind him, and grinned, spotting the trainer chasing after him, his look murderous at the fleeing pair. But the tall man of the height of six feet two inches was quite quick on his feet, as well as his four-legged canine, and they thundered through the streets, taking quick turns into the many alleys of the bustling city. For Elijah, it had been easy enough to pick on this particular prey. He could tell the trainer was new the city, having spotted him asking around for directions in the rather large vicinity. He followed him discreetly enough, before making a grab for the trainer's unprotected pokemon belt, only getting one pokeball however. But that was good enough, and he ran for it. They turned a corner, Houndoom immediately growling at the sight of a ten foot metal fence that blocked their path. Too high to jump, and it would take too long to climb, Elijah could always tell that the trainer was getting his hopes up on catching the 'theif' who had stolen from him. He laughed to himself at the idea, prepared to crush the hopes of the trainer, not at all worried about their current dilemma. His thoughts were more focused on the fact that they were nearly home free. He had little of no fear of getting caught once they were out of sight, his disguise with compromised mainly of a large grey hoodie, a pair of dark shades and a handkerchief over half his face would be enough to make them wonder of his actual identity. "Sorry Arky, looks like I've got to do this alone." He murmured, pulling out the Houndoom's pokeball and returning the canine with a quick flash. Stuffing Arkadius's pokeball back into his pocket, he quickly made a turn into a smaller alley, practically invisible if you never noticed it before, and sidled into it, squeezing himself in as quickly as he could. He could hear and the grunts of the trainer as he too pushed his body into the tight alley while he focused on getting out as quickly as he could. Now out of the small path, and he climbed an emergency ladder he knew to be there all the way to the roof, and flung himself on the wall, covering himself with dirt but otherwise unmoving. He crawled onto the roof's ledge, a smile breaking from his lips as he watched the trainer through tinted lenses run off in the wrong direction, obviously angry to have lost the sight of the thief. He slumped backward, sighing with relief as adrenaline continued to pump through his system because of the chase. "We're in the clear now, Arky~" He hummed, releasing the hound from his confines. The Houndoom shook out his fur, sniffing in the air as though quite doubtful that they were already safe. The pokemon's red eyes darted around, wondering for a moment where they were before huffing to himself. "Heh, I did say it was going to be easy ~" voiced Elijah, placing the stolen pokeball on the floor before pulling away the handkerchief and sun glasses to reveal cheerful hazel eyes looking at the Houndoom with amusement. The man continued to strip of the hoodie, revealing a toned body, peppered with faded scars, before placing on a plain white top and buttoning it up over his body. He hummed as he took out a messenger bag from the previously bulky backpack and placed in the hoodie, handkerchief and shades into the messenger bag, along with the backpack itself. "Ready?" said Elijah, only glancing at the Houndoom as he picked up the stolen pokeball. He'd have to check what it was later on. The Houndoom let out a bark, rolling his eyes, ready to run once more. "Let's go then." He broke into a run, right towards the ledge, before jumping and landing onto the next flat roof, blond hair fluttering with the wind. Barely pausing he continued on, Houndoom following swiftly as they moved through several buildings before deeming it safe to get back on ground. Once back on solid land, the pair continued through the city, as though they hadn't just done what they did. The blond walked on with a smile, secretly still watching out for the trainer they had just stolen from. It's better to leave as soon as possible...

[MAXWELL]

Wow, they really hadn't been to Goldenrod in a long while, had they? Everything seemed.... different somehow, although the trainer didn't know how to put it. It was still a large, bustling town with an abundant of people in it. And a lot of buildings that sourounded them. The gym was ever popular; trainers new and old went to test their skills and perhaps earn a badge for the Pokemon League in Johto and hopefully win it. However, this trainer didn't need it; he had already received all eight badges of the region, and had fought in and won the league at the age of eleven, he was retired; or had been, for a little while, until he heard of this team that had sprung up not too long ago, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on those culprutes; and neither could most of his Pokemon, seeing as how Team Rocket was in this, and they all wanted their fair share of payback.

Walking along the highly inhabited streets of Goldenrod, Maxwell couldn't help but feel like people were staring at him; and the sad thing was, he knew exactly why. Hanging tightly onto the top strap of his backpack was a Dusknoir, his eye wondering around as he used his trainer's pack as a way to both stay close and not get lost; he could do that as big as he was. Every time Max we going too fast or Dusk was lagging due to seeing something of interest, the Reaper Pokemon's weight and tight grip slowed him down, and Max often had to yank tightly in order for Dusk to keep up. When Max slowed down for him, however, Dusk plenty of times ran into him, and Max was lucky that the Pokemon was holding onto his pack, seeing that if he wasn't, Max would have ended up with a broken skull; so really, there was a good side and a bad side to this.

Max was also slightly surprised that Dusk didn't seem worried or frightened about this city; it of course, brought back many memories. The Pokemon Center is where the young trainer found and caught the poor Pokemon where others failed; simply because he had a dislike for humans since he entered that same Pokemon Center many months before, with the Nurse Joy saying that he was found with bruises not caused by battling, but by perhaps beating.By human or Pokemon, no one could really tell, however, many guessed human by the way he acted towards them until Max changed his view. The Soothe Bell around the Ghost Type's neck jingled every time he looked a different way; and honestly, he looked like a little child in a candy shop, Max had mentally compared as he look back to his Pokemon with a short smile.

He remembered those days as a kid, especially with his father and helping the man train his Pokemon; they listened to him as a young child with ease, but however they knew better at that time. When visiting for his eleventh birthday, they were undecided in the art of listening to him in a battle; while a few did so because he had badges, others like his father's Houndoom did not because they claimed him unworthy; or as so translated by Elm's Chatot. He was never sure what was right and wrong with that bird when he was translating; he was just lucky about that blast that was able to have him understand Poke-Speech, the bad part being that he could not understand any Pokemon that did not wish to be understood. Too bad he just couldn't do so without their confirmation.

With another tug, Max nearly again got jerked backwards, however was saved by the Dusknoir's belly; he was quite large, however usual height and wiehgt for his species. [Although a few pounds over, though he failed to ever tell anyone that yet; too embarrassing.] Giving a grunt, the trainer merely stopped and wavered his hand in front of the Ghost Type's face the best he could while Dusk was imobling him; instantly Dusk shook his head from his trance and let go of his trainer with a confused expression as he looked back to his trainer; Max promptly turned around, even though a few passers by complained due to him stopping the walking traffic. Gently and in a slightly loud voice he spoke;

"Dusk, if you're gonna hang onto my back pack, please try to keep up with me and pay attention, okay? Otherwise, I'll keep hurting my self. And maybe you." That last part was slightly in a higher octave than the boy normally spoke in, which most likely meant he was being more serious than usual.

"Dusk," the Dusknoir merely nodded to his trainer, although backing up a little in response. Max could only smile before reaching and patting his Pokemon's shoulder, in which Dusk instantly retracted.

"Now that we see on the same page," Max said wearily, turning to start walking and stop blocking traffic, ready for a hard yank on his backpack again, "Let's g- WHOA!"

It was suddenly that the boy had tripped with his knees lower over something a little too sturdy, his head hitting the pavement fairly hard; if it weren't for Dusk partly grabbing onto his backpack slightly before, he probably would have cracked his open fully.

[ELIJAH]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 450px; padding: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 1px dashed #60d360; border-top: 5px solid #0d100d; border-left: 5px solid #0d100d; border-right: 5px solid #0d100d] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas, I need to get myself away from this place, I said yep what a concept, I could use a little fuel myself, And we could all use a little change
[atrb=border,0,true][rs=2][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 110px; border-right: 1px dashed #60d360; border-left: 5px solid #0d100d; border-bottom: 5px solid #0d100d; height: 425px;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #60d360] » words » 556 » tags » Maxwell! » lyrics » all star by smashmouth » notes » I didn't think his fear of ghosts would be found out this fast xD
[atrb=border,0,true][rs=2][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 380px; border-right: 5px solid #0d100d; border-bottom: 5px solid #0d100d] It was with some confusion on both Elijah's and Arkadius's part when a trainer practically materialized in front of them. Or rather, they had been distracted with the thoughts of getting away from the scene of the crime as quickly as possible that they themselves hadn't noticed the other pair. The Houndoom yipped and bucked when Maxwell more or less ran over him. The canine gave a bark of discontent, looking at the trainer for a moment before regarding his own trainer. Elijah was frozen. Eyes were stuck on the daunting figure in front of him, or rather, the one still connected to Maxwell. A Dusknoir. Ghost-type. The realization struck through him like ice. "Oh irony, I just love you." He managed to murmur, regaining his composure a moment too late for his taste, breaking his gaze from the Dusknoir to look over the trainer instead. No no no. He was going to let his fear, or maybe dislike to make it sound not quite as humiliating, of these wretched ghost types ruin such a wonderful day. He just had to ignore it, that was all. Ignore the way the Dusknoir's eyes seemed to glow hauntingly. Ignore the way the pokemon eerily floated mere inches off the ground. Ignore the way those hands looked like they were going to make a grab for him and drag him into misery. Oh how he hated the ever growing paranoia inside of him. He shuddered, hoping that it went unnoticed by the other trainer. He frowned with himself, running a hand through his hair in agitation, trying to calm himself down. What a strange site it would be if he were to just run away, even though that plan was starting to sound very enticing at the moment. No, he wasn't going to give in to that instinct, not just yet anyway. So instead of listening to his instinct, and running for the hills while he was at it, he bent his knees and leaned towards the trainer, looking over the other with a mild interest. A bit shorter than himself, then again, he was a good amount tall. Brown hair and brown eyes, nothing that gave away anything particularly suspicious about him, except that, well, he had a ghost type with him. He could only assume the trainer status of course. "You alright there, buddy?" said Elijah, proud that his voice didn't quiver. "Ah, sorry, it looks like we didn't notice you, but I gotta say, having someone faceplant in front of me's pretty funny ~ You're a bit... Clumsy?~" He said with the usual lilt in his tone, still painfully aware of the hovering ghost-type. Elijah offered a hand for Maxwell to take, smiling a bit at the other, more mocking than actually inviting. The Houndoom's red eyes flickered from his trainer to Maxwell, and then towards the Dusknoir. Arkadius knew well of the fear Elijah had for such breed of pokemon, but he also knew of his trainer's stubborness. The pokemon had no doubt in his mind that his trainer would drag this out for as long as his senses could take, before fleeing in the opposite direction. For now, he could see that the blond could still smile, but that could change within the next ten minutes, or even the next moment. Of course, it all depended on the ghost himself.