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Nov 13, 2019 0:11:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2019 0:11:35 GMT -5
Falling through the cracks...
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Tagging: N/A
Word Count: 1062
Now Listening To: Omen
Pretty Lil' Thoughts: Open to the public, but don't expect the Bishie to play nice: friends or coworkers
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Silent was the night...
Chased by the morning, there was little time to act. Convoys would move through the town cleaning up debris and garbage that would come from the destruction of the neighboring city. Saffron had suffered a warrior's torture; hardly was one able to say it was "standing." Whether there was joy from survival or grief from turmoil, there would not be rest...and certain forces would assure this.
This convoy...it would assure this...
"Pass wit' care!" A voice would cry from the checkpoint on side of the road. A gruff and rough figure wearing a hazmat suit was flagging his hand forth. "Whetha' poor refugees or trashy debris, Celadon City will do somethin bout it'! We can't jus' sit roun!"
This was what he loved about Kanto Region: So caring! So unified! So...gullible!
The man sitting behind the head of the convey, cap tilted down and tongue clicking in his mouth, would nod his head while giving a reply with echoing accent. "Yes, sur!" The man would stroke his beard with his hand as he tossed his body with enthusiasm. His blubber making him look all the more convincing as he looked as if he was nothing more than a hefty garbage man. A grin spread from beneath the brim of the cap that shadowed his facial features.
"So! Ya' Cruor are gonna use this junk, right?" A gold teeth gleaming in the moonlight as he would turn to the figure next to him in the seat. "Paying for a buncha' trash and garbage? That is nuts! Ya' gonna recycle it? Gonna make some kinda, weapon? Ya' know, we can pay more to help if-"
"No." A curt response from rolling sapphire eyes that cut like knives in the night. "And what did the boss say?"
No talking! What was so hard about that?
Kanto! So trusting...and so gullible!
Even the crooks seemed to do anything for a bit of money and not knowing what was coming as a result of their actions. After all, they leveled a city to the best of their ability! A whole frickin' city! Yet, this fat guy still had a desire to sell his soul for a few pieces of change? The value of a load of garbage was the same as one would get for exchange a Nugget or probably a few Pearls. They could put the leg work to find those! A little-bit-of-leg work from those over sized thighs of theirs!
Yet...they were hauling garbage for some violet haired boy and a crew of men who were in the passenger seat. Playing security and making sure things went smoothly, the boy would look to the side mirror that was a shift of the eye away. The sight of the convoy of the garbage trucks would clear the final gate as nothing was around but the darkness blanketed by a thicket of reaching tree branches, rustling leaves, and curious nocturnal Pokemon that would watch from the shadows.
"Stop just ahead..." the violet haired boy would huff as he tilted his head. His legs folding in his seat. "...same as yesterday."
Within a quarter of an hour, the violet haired boy would reach his destination and be standing outside of the garbage truck. His arms folding as his Ofurisode sleeves would overlap one another. The night air blew lightly, yet it was doing nothing but massaging his violet hair. The rest of the men were too busy taking shovels and tossing heaps of crunched debris, shattered glass, and whatever bit of concrete was mixed with dry crimson stains would be tossed into a bubbling murk that used to be a lake.
With the figures tossing an adequate shovel of pollution and garbage into the nearby pool, there would be a grotesque sound. Bubbling and churning would come from the waters. For a moment, a gleaming sphere would rise almost looking like eyes would show from the pool. Bits of solid chunk would show among the gunk with shiny pieces of crystal that shown like lucid gems in the moonlight. Slowly, the murk would open with the same glow in many places. With a ghastly wail, the pool would start to bulge as if the cesspool was trying to escape from its confines.
"H-hey!" A worried cry would come from behind the violet haired boy. The man, with unease, had left the comfort of his driver's seat as he stood in the headlights of his vessel. "W-what is that thing?! I-It's...it's going to-"
BZZZZZZT!!!~
The man's worry was met with a sound of electricity racing through the air and striking the pool. The mass of gunk and moisture had let out a combined cry of agony as it had become surrounded by floating plated forms. One-eyed floating masses of metal would send out waves of electricity from magnets mounted upon their sides. The uniformed men would point gesturing towards the pool of garbage that calmed itself and rested back into what seemed like a deep, polluted lake.
"Northeastern area secure..." The violet haired boy would chime after pushing a button beneath the folds of his violet hair. His blue sapphire spheres burning with frustration as he whipped around and whipped out a hand towards the man. "And you...Spirit Shackles!"
The robust man would gasp before wondering in confusion. Before he could lift a hand towards the sound of what sounded like beating wings in the night, it had been too late.
"H-hey! W-wha-?!"
The man's cry was sudden and filled with terror. The darkness around him had woven around his legs and arms with blackness that blended into the night. The shadows, unlike any other, made a sound like chains that jingled and chimed as they snaked around the man's body. They would weave around him and slowly pull him to his knees until he could notice the biggest shadow of them all: the glare of a massive avian that was looking down upon the garbage man: prey to the Decidueye that was lurking in the young boy's shadow.
"Did I not tell you?"
The violet haired boy would echo once again. His cold blue eyes looking down upon the man as he stood at the Owl Pokemon's side. The gleam of the bright electrical surge bask him in shadow as the agonizing cry of the lively pool of murky water filled the air.
"No talking."
The lavender haired child would glare menacingly at the man.
So unsightly...
So gullible...
Tagging: N/A
Word Count: 1062
Now Listening To: Omen
Pretty Lil' Thoughts: Open to the public, but don't expect the Bishie to play nice: friends or coworkers
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Silent was the night...
Chased by the morning, there was little time to act. Convoys would move through the town cleaning up debris and garbage that would come from the destruction of the neighboring city. Saffron had suffered a warrior's torture; hardly was one able to say it was "standing." Whether there was joy from survival or grief from turmoil, there would not be rest...and certain forces would assure this.
This convoy...it would assure this...
"Pass wit' care!" A voice would cry from the checkpoint on side of the road. A gruff and rough figure wearing a hazmat suit was flagging his hand forth. "Whetha' poor refugees or trashy debris, Celadon City will do somethin bout it'! We can't jus' sit roun!"
This was what he loved about Kanto Region: So caring! So unified! So...gullible!
The man sitting behind the head of the convey, cap tilted down and tongue clicking in his mouth, would nod his head while giving a reply with echoing accent. "Yes, sur!" The man would stroke his beard with his hand as he tossed his body with enthusiasm. His blubber making him look all the more convincing as he looked as if he was nothing more than a hefty garbage man. A grin spread from beneath the brim of the cap that shadowed his facial features.
"So! Ya' Cruor are gonna use this junk, right?" A gold teeth gleaming in the moonlight as he would turn to the figure next to him in the seat. "Paying for a buncha' trash and garbage? That is nuts! Ya' gonna recycle it? Gonna make some kinda, weapon? Ya' know, we can pay more to help if-"
"No." A curt response from rolling sapphire eyes that cut like knives in the night. "And what did the boss say?"
No talking! What was so hard about that?
Kanto! So trusting...and so gullible!
Even the crooks seemed to do anything for a bit of money and not knowing what was coming as a result of their actions. After all, they leveled a city to the best of their ability! A whole frickin' city! Yet, this fat guy still had a desire to sell his soul for a few pieces of change? The value of a load of garbage was the same as one would get for exchange a Nugget or probably a few Pearls. They could put the leg work to find those! A little-bit-of-leg work from those over sized thighs of theirs!
Yet...they were hauling garbage for some violet haired boy and a crew of men who were in the passenger seat. Playing security and making sure things went smoothly, the boy would look to the side mirror that was a shift of the eye away. The sight of the convoy of the garbage trucks would clear the final gate as nothing was around but the darkness blanketed by a thicket of reaching tree branches, rustling leaves, and curious nocturnal Pokemon that would watch from the shadows.
"Stop just ahead..." the violet haired boy would huff as he tilted his head. His legs folding in his seat. "...same as yesterday."
Within a quarter of an hour, the violet haired boy would reach his destination and be standing outside of the garbage truck. His arms folding as his Ofurisode sleeves would overlap one another. The night air blew lightly, yet it was doing nothing but massaging his violet hair. The rest of the men were too busy taking shovels and tossing heaps of crunched debris, shattered glass, and whatever bit of concrete was mixed with dry crimson stains would be tossed into a bubbling murk that used to be a lake.
With the figures tossing an adequate shovel of pollution and garbage into the nearby pool, there would be a grotesque sound. Bubbling and churning would come from the waters. For a moment, a gleaming sphere would rise almost looking like eyes would show from the pool. Bits of solid chunk would show among the gunk with shiny pieces of crystal that shown like lucid gems in the moonlight. Slowly, the murk would open with the same glow in many places. With a ghastly wail, the pool would start to bulge as if the cesspool was trying to escape from its confines.
"H-hey!" A worried cry would come from behind the violet haired boy. The man, with unease, had left the comfort of his driver's seat as he stood in the headlights of his vessel. "W-what is that thing?! I-It's...it's going to-"
BZZZZZZT!!!~
The man's worry was met with a sound of electricity racing through the air and striking the pool. The mass of gunk and moisture had let out a combined cry of agony as it had become surrounded by floating plated forms. One-eyed floating masses of metal would send out waves of electricity from magnets mounted upon their sides. The uniformed men would point gesturing towards the pool of garbage that calmed itself and rested back into what seemed like a deep, polluted lake.
"Northeastern area secure..." The violet haired boy would chime after pushing a button beneath the folds of his violet hair. His blue sapphire spheres burning with frustration as he whipped around and whipped out a hand towards the man. "And you...Spirit Shackles!"
The robust man would gasp before wondering in confusion. Before he could lift a hand towards the sound of what sounded like beating wings in the night, it had been too late.
"H-hey! W-wha-?!"
The man's cry was sudden and filled with terror. The darkness around him had woven around his legs and arms with blackness that blended into the night. The shadows, unlike any other, made a sound like chains that jingled and chimed as they snaked around the man's body. They would weave around him and slowly pull him to his knees until he could notice the biggest shadow of them all: the glare of a massive avian that was looking down upon the garbage man: prey to the Decidueye that was lurking in the young boy's shadow.
"Did I not tell you?"
The violet haired boy would echo once again. His cold blue eyes looking down upon the man as he stood at the Owl Pokemon's side. The gleam of the bright electrical surge bask him in shadow as the agonizing cry of the lively pool of murky water filled the air.
"No talking."
The lavender haired child would glare menacingly at the man.
So unsightly...
So gullible...
...falling down into the darkness.
