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Frequenting the park was a habit that Rampage had picked up recently, as it was quiet, and it left him alone to think. He was often told that he let his imagination run away, but he liked it that way, and was always quick to retort when people brought the subject up. Come to think of it, he was quick to retort to anything. So he found himself, on a quiet Saturday wandering through the park lost in his own thoughts. Thinking himself alone, he started to act as though he were a super-tough pokemon fighting for the glory of victory in some far-off championship, tackling and pouncing on the air and making ridiculous sounds.

((It's a learning experience for both of us. biggrin ))

Jarred back to the present by a set of squeaks, Rampage immediately snaked his way behind the nearest cover to look around, hoping fervently that whoever was nearby hadn't seem him...Peering through a bush, he saw a girl, probably of similar age to himself, sitting on the swings pensively. Debating whether or not to leave the park, his curiosity finally got the better of him, and he snuck out to near the swingset and then stepped out into the light, curiosity mixed with impatience written on his face. "What are you doing in the park? It's nighttime." He put particular emphasis on the word 'you' and the word 'night', apparently stressing the fact that she didn't belong, when he quite clearly didn't, either.

"W-well, of course I do! I was just checking, that's all." Thrown off his guard by the girl's sharp response, Rampage tripped over his tongue. Obviously, this girl was not someone to walk on. Switching tactics at the speed of light, he suddenly sat down on another swing and said "I'm sorry, I meant no offense," though it was quite clear that offense had been in his mission parameters. "I'm just so un-used to seeing people here at night. What's your name?"

"I--Oh, wha? I'm Rampage...N-nice to meet you." He shook his head, stung at how easily his words has been used against him, and tried to calm himself down, letting his mind wander...Unfortunately, that wasn't very good for conversation, so he was having an altogether bad time of it. "I come here alot because I can just think...I think..." It was odd, because most other people would be taken aback by his personality and would immediately feel they had done him wrong...But this girl, this girl reminded him of...Him. His adoptive father, always playing word games and challenging him to read more and exist less in his imagination and more in the present, the way to deal with people. Treat life as a challenge, which was why he liked to retreat into his mind so much...He wasn't a fan of challenges.

Mimicking her movement, he looked up at what was, to him, a mess of little lights in the sky. "Whatt're you looking at?" He had looked at the stars himself, of course, but decided that he much more liked the ground and what it had to offer, and so hadn't adventured too much in that direction. Swinging idly, he pondered what interest someone could have in a bunch of far-off dots that didn't even affect them, as far as he could tell.

((That's fine, new stuff is always fun to play with.))