Post by ||Cody R|| on May 22, 2009 20:46:01 GMT -5
(Horrible, rushed post. But, if I went into huge detail we'd have a crazy long post that really wouldn't hold into speeding the role play up. Nor would it hold of any relevance to Seiko.)
With his back to the wall, Cody sat. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, just the earth toned walls surrounding him in the vicinity. His bright, emerald orbs flickered back and fourth between the ceiling and the roof, repeating the cycle until it seemed like it was going to become never ending. If one thought that, they would most likely be correct, because Cody didn't plan on stopping his odd behavior. From the moment he walked in, there had been a sour grimace lining Cody's usually upturned lips—something was wrong. Normally the male wouldn't wallow in his own self-pity, but instead share it with his friends; however, right now, all Cody wanted was to return to his odd mannerisms until the walls deteriorated and fell before him, which even he knew would never happen.
The adult's appearance even emanated a worrisome outlook for those whose eyes just grazed his figure. His fair skin, usually bright and clear of blemishes, was smeared with dirt in a few places, cut up in others. He wore a wife beater, which had browned with dirt as well, and a leather jacket on top of that. The expensive jacket was ripped and torn in various places where branches and trees had ripped it. Whereas, his pants, now caked with mud, were also ripped as well as shredded around the ankles. He didn't care, though, as to what he looked like, for his stomach churned deep within his body, while his heart throbbed painfully in his chest. He had the look of someone who had been in an accident, a horrible accident—and he had.
He slammed his fist against the table beside him, ignored the looks of distress on the people's faces all around him. He then released a bitter laugh, something he wouldn't normally do unless there was a reason for it, and it sounded somewhat distant and forced. Cody's lip curled upwards, as if he was to snarl in the next second, but he remained silent. Instead, his fingers gripped the tan table cloth which rested neatly on the table, somehow forcing his anger to remain where it belonged beneath the peak of his chest. But what happened next was so unexpected, anyone who knew Cody would think it foreign—he began crying—no—full out sobbing into the rough fabric.
His mouth opened, only to sound out one word, which he couldn't even bring himself to release from his lips: “Blaze.”
Him and his best friend—his Charizard—had been flying around through the trees like they always had. Cody was perched on top of his great Pokemon's back, just below his wings, giving him enough room to soar with ease. However, something was different. The weather shifted, the skies turning gray up above them. A great crack sounded throughout the sky, followed by torrential downpour without a warning even. Blaze, not being able to fly while the rain weighed him down, plummeted with Cody on his back. They fell through trees, smashed into objects so quickly they didn't even know what happened, and landed smack dab in the middle of the forest floor.
Blaze released loud, agonizing howls in pain, and Cody couldn't bear to see it. So he returned the Pokemon into its Poke Ball, then rushed it to the local Poke Center. Nurses immediately raced him into the back room, only to tell Cody he would have to leave and come back later because it was going to be a while. So he ended up in Lesterfield's coffee shop, the one place he really wouldn't step foot into unless he was sick or with a friend. In this case, he was hurt beyond what words could even explain. His best friend, his brother—even if he was a Pokemon—had been injured due to Cody's inability to know that the rain was coming. And even though he knew he couldn't blame himself for what happened, he felt the need to lay the guilt upon himself.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Cody snarled, once again his fist pounded against the table, startling another group of chatting customers.
With his back to the wall, Cody sat. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, just the earth toned walls surrounding him in the vicinity. His bright, emerald orbs flickered back and fourth between the ceiling and the roof, repeating the cycle until it seemed like it was going to become never ending. If one thought that, they would most likely be correct, because Cody didn't plan on stopping his odd behavior. From the moment he walked in, there had been a sour grimace lining Cody's usually upturned lips—something was wrong. Normally the male wouldn't wallow in his own self-pity, but instead share it with his friends; however, right now, all Cody wanted was to return to his odd mannerisms until the walls deteriorated and fell before him, which even he knew would never happen.
The adult's appearance even emanated a worrisome outlook for those whose eyes just grazed his figure. His fair skin, usually bright and clear of blemishes, was smeared with dirt in a few places, cut up in others. He wore a wife beater, which had browned with dirt as well, and a leather jacket on top of that. The expensive jacket was ripped and torn in various places where branches and trees had ripped it. Whereas, his pants, now caked with mud, were also ripped as well as shredded around the ankles. He didn't care, though, as to what he looked like, for his stomach churned deep within his body, while his heart throbbed painfully in his chest. He had the look of someone who had been in an accident, a horrible accident—and he had.
He slammed his fist against the table beside him, ignored the looks of distress on the people's faces all around him. He then released a bitter laugh, something he wouldn't normally do unless there was a reason for it, and it sounded somewhat distant and forced. Cody's lip curled upwards, as if he was to snarl in the next second, but he remained silent. Instead, his fingers gripped the tan table cloth which rested neatly on the table, somehow forcing his anger to remain where it belonged beneath the peak of his chest. But what happened next was so unexpected, anyone who knew Cody would think it foreign—he began crying—no—full out sobbing into the rough fabric.
His mouth opened, only to sound out one word, which he couldn't even bring himself to release from his lips: “Blaze.”
Him and his best friend—his Charizard—had been flying around through the trees like they always had. Cody was perched on top of his great Pokemon's back, just below his wings, giving him enough room to soar with ease. However, something was different. The weather shifted, the skies turning gray up above them. A great crack sounded throughout the sky, followed by torrential downpour without a warning even. Blaze, not being able to fly while the rain weighed him down, plummeted with Cody on his back. They fell through trees, smashed into objects so quickly they didn't even know what happened, and landed smack dab in the middle of the forest floor.
Blaze released loud, agonizing howls in pain, and Cody couldn't bear to see it. So he returned the Pokemon into its Poke Ball, then rushed it to the local Poke Center. Nurses immediately raced him into the back room, only to tell Cody he would have to leave and come back later because it was going to be a while. So he ended up in Lesterfield's coffee shop, the one place he really wouldn't step foot into unless he was sick or with a friend. In this case, he was hurt beyond what words could even explain. His best friend, his brother—even if he was a Pokemon—had been injured due to Cody's inability to know that the rain was coming. And even though he knew he couldn't blame himself for what happened, he felt the need to lay the guilt upon himself.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Cody snarled, once again his fist pounded against the table, startling another group of chatting customers.
