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 Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 10:05 am
Karma attempted to wear a facade, as though the child weren't as perturbed as zhe was truly feeling. As per usual, it had taken quite a bit of effort to convince the doctor -- the trainer -- to let the young ditto go outside, possibly see the town. Of course zhe couldn't exactly remember the last time zhe was out, but that wasn't the point -- zhe wanted to remember. How was one supposed to keep up those faulty connections if it wasn't in practice to use them? Habit begot memory, didn't it? Or was that only muscle memory? Nevertheless, it was remembering something in some manner or the other!
However, the scientist was still a little too concerned for Karma than zhe thought was necessary. He couldn't go with the ditto, he was strapped for time under a pile of paperwork as it was. To solve the problem, he sent one of the younger interns to keep an eye on the child. The only problem was that Karma didn't particularly like the lady. With a glance back at the park bench she had found a seat on, the woman could be seen with her nose in her own set of notes, scanning various scribbles for connections and studying formulas. They were supposed to be having fun, not doing homework!
With a huff, the colorful child considered... considered some more... and then proceeded to wander off. Slowly. Every few steps, mismatched eyes would peer back, to decipher whether zhe was going to be spotted or not before completely out of sight. It was kind of disappointing, how easily it was to shake that vigilance the scientists always seemed to have while inside the pokémon lab. Oh well, Karma supposed zhe could just say that something caught zher attention later. It wasn't far-fetched, and it wasn't like the young scientist would really press the issue.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 3:48 pm
Jeesh. These guys just never stopped coming. As they rounded around the park paths Tryce found himself running away from where most people walked and towards a more secluded area. This was the best place he could find since the normal alley paths were blocked off from him. His markings glowing in the shadows the umbreon finally forced himself to turn and face the two who were following him, “Bring it.” Gritting his teeth he braced himself for the fight.
A few minutes later he was growling low in his throat as he watched them running away. Cowards. Wincing Tryce noticed he had several cuts from being thrown into thorn bushes and even some from tree bark. Raising his arm he licked the longest cut and without even hesitating wrapped loose strands of bandages around his arms and leg. He hated fighting during the daytime. Always gave them an advantage over him. Sighing the umbreon raked a hand through his hair before noticing a bag on the ground. Had one of them dropped it or someone else? Either way he couldn’t leave something on the ground like that. Picking up the bag he slung it over his shoulder and fully emerged from the enclosed area.
With two beat up people running from those bushes a moment earlier and then to see Tryce strolling out like it was nothing to him with a new bag on his shoulder may have not presented the best image of him. Still the teen was too tired from the fighting to really care to look around much before plopping down against a nearby tree. A nap would be nice…they wouldn’t come back around here anytime soon after all. Taking a deep breath Tryce leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 10:11 pm
Nope, not over there... Not over here, either.
Karma squinted across the street, then turned to glance where the sidewalk on the current side of the street led. Okay, so this place seemed wholly unfamiliar, but that was more or less to be expected; there was no telling whether the child had ever been here before, considering the lagging intern had not said anything concrete on the matter. Despite the fuzzy gaps in memory recollection, the knowledge that the kid shouldn't attempt crossing the street remained intact. True, it was tempting... but bending and breaking of rules were two totally different things, at times more unclear in differentiation than others. The park is nice... Karma convinced zhimself; it seemed more peaceful, too, so why not stay for the time being?
It was about that point that two men who had followed the evening-attuned teenager had jostled their way past the bright child, nearly causing the ditto to stumble in an attempt to get out of the way. Where were they off to, in such a hurry? They seemed pretty stressed out... and mangled. Were they trying to get away from something, then? Suddenly it didn't seem as safe to continue along this particular trail...
Curiosity, however, was a powerful pull for one that was so thirsty to learn of the world around them. It wasn't difficult to spot the umbreon slouched on the bench, even from a distance, his shadowy body a stark contrast to the park liveliness of color. There was no reason to cast doubt on him yet, though shyness could provide for a guarded barrier on its own. Karma inched closer, but remained a good few yards away before any voice was raised in the silence, "Are you okay, mister? Did those men run off to get you some help?" It was worth a shot, at least. Karma's hands were firmly latched onto the shoulder strap of the bag zhe carried, twisting it slightly with the effects of nervous energy. Maybe zhe could get that intern-lady to call 9-1-1, if it was needed.
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