Post by XAVIER CHEVALIER on Sept 5, 2011 20:29:23 GMT -4
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| [atrb=style, background:#84979e; border-top: 3px solid #1a5f79] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; border-top: 3px solid #1a5f79] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; border-top: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79] |
| [atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] In the Comfort of his own darkness within the calm of his own solitude “ The rookie squinted against the blistering sun. Heaving a curt sigh as he unceremoniously wiped the sweat off his brow, it was difficult to fathom that the coastal city of Castelia lay just a few short hours walk from this god-forsaken wasteland. Why, oh, why, did he decide to make the trek here in the first place. Another sigh. Only an idiot would have gone gallivanting through the desert heat... in the middle of the day... just because he had heard about some mysterious ruins buried somewhere close by from the some casual backpackers back at the pokemon center. He thought of his pokemon nestled snug in their pokeballs and how lucky they were to NOT have to trudge through the blistering heat of the sea of sand. "Well, there's nothing for it now, Xavier," he told himself, shaking his head. The heat must really be getting to him if he was starting to talk to himself. Taking a breather, as well as an opportunity to survey his surroundings, the white-haired trainer wondered what could possibly possess anyone to call this a resort. Certainly, it wouldn't be his first pick for a vacation. As it was, he'd been wandering around for some time now, occasionally checking his pokegear to see if he was still going in the right direction. In any case, it couldn't be long now. I mean, just how big could the desert be? After all, there were no reports of far of anyone dying in the Desert Resort. Not that he'd want to be the first, of course. Steeling whatever will and patience remaining, the boy trudged on, leaving a trail of footprints as he moved. It would be nice if there was a breeze though, wouldn't it? ” ― Xavier M. Chevalier TAGGED : Devan WORD COUNT : ;; NOTES : This is a little overdue ^^; | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style,width:20px] |
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