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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:36 pm
There was something relaxing about the autumn air, cold and crisp from the prior night's rain. Smelling homley with the scent of wood fire lingering amongst the brightly colored trees and damp streets. As morning light fell upon the dew kissed earth, Kestrel found himself lazing about underneath one of the oaks outside of the school yard. Bored, he would watch as leaves that were painted hues of oranges are reds by the hands of September tumble off from their branches and spiral downward towards the the ground. All the skyward motion was overwhelming for his tired eyes. Still not quite awake, he could not help but be made to feel both dizzy and dumb. However, the feeling was soon swept away with a harsh gust of wind that tore the leaves from off their perches and strewed them across the schoolyard. Now, even more so then before, there was less to be done.
Perhaps getting some blood pumping would help to make him feel more adjusted, so with that he slid onto his feet to wander around listlessly until something could spark his interest. However, inside the school was not an option for he had not exactly made the best impression with many of the other attending students and was not exactly fond of the idea of dragging his wearied body into hostile territory....In fact school was no longer of interest at all and Kestrel found himself wandering off, away from the campus all together, not really seeming to give a damn if anyone saw.
"Hmmmm... and to where now..?"
He sauntered along the the dirt beaten trail to where the main road started, eyes slowly tracing over the features the terrain in hopes of finding a guide to his unexpected journey.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 11:46 pm
Hector had escaped the grip of his trainer - again. He'd managed to weasel his way out of Strat's line of vision when his trainer was discussing things with one of the teachers at the school he was to attend later, and now he was outside of Arcana, ambling along the lush green grass that lined the front area. Finally out from under the thumb of his overprotective (albeit, and somewhat grumpy) trainer, Hector was curious as to what the world around the school looked like.
Making his way around the edges of the school's wide lawn, Hector found himself somewhat far off of the main part of the school campus, off towards the woods. Reaching into his pocket, he unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth, absently sucking on it as he wandered along near the main road. Not paying particularly much attention to where he was going, Hector did not notice the man standing a few feet away from him until he literally ran into him, bouncing back abruptly and falling back onto his behind on the dusty dirt road. He looked up, seeing a rather tall Raichu blocking his way unexpectedly.
Where had HE come from? Hector wondered, then said "Who're you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 12:37 am
While continuing his heedless stroll into the inner more towns , Kestrel unexpectedly found his feet nearly being taken up from under him as a small force came crashing into the backs of his leg, forcing his tired body to sputter about in attempt not to fall completely flat. If not be now, Kestrel was most definitely awake, the gold washed hairs on the back of his neck sparing in both surprised and slight anger.
Staggering back into a more steady hold, Kestrel would lash around to see what exactly had the misfortune of crossing him in a such a rude and abrupt way. Small sparks rippled from off his cheeks in the sudden disruption of his halcyon mind set but soon withdrew upon seeing exactly what, or rather who had caused the inconvenience. A small child sat before his feet, seemingly dumbstruck at the entire incident. Despite the fact that it may of been an accident, Kestrel made no effort to hide his scorn, tail lashing about in a rather annoyed manner and ears furrowed.
"Watch where you're going..." Although aggravated the older male did not seem outwardly aggressive in nature.
Slowly he would inhale, letting the muscles loosen from their tension before attempting to address the child again. After all, this could be exactly what was needed... A distraction for the time being. Giving the boy a more careful look, Kestrel would outstretch a hand to the fallen Luxray in attempt to perhaps divert his attention from his prior display of misfired disdain.
"Name's Kestrel, and your's?" This time his reply was more softy spoken, maybe even a little sympathetic.
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