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| [GR-E] Chasing the Evacuees; Mia! Mia, where are you? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 27 2012, 07:40 PM (678 Views) | |
| Nameless Deuteragonist | Jun 27 2012, 07:40 PM Post #1 |
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Continued from here She's getting sick, too, Avery realized as he was adjusted and his bag returned. He needed air. He knew this feeling too well, the feeling that he was trying to breathe through a straw. He could feel his chest tighten. He needed to breathe. In the bag was a small inhaler. That was what he needed. That was what could widen the passages in his lungs. He would still be okay if he didn't get the medicine, but he'd recover slower without it. With the energy that he had left, he spoke again. "Inside," he requested, trying to gesture to his bag, knowing that there was hardly a chance of that being understood. Then again, this stranger had proven to be quite understanding. She had let him lean on her, after all. Avery closed his eyes and focused on getting enough air to last him the ride to Virida. Edited by Nameless Deuteragonist, Jun 27 2012, 07:48 PM.
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Sonny: Couldn't we move on to a conversation with less hugs and more stuff blowing up I write OOC bits in this color. Lysander | |
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| Vaporeon | Jun 27 2012, 07:50 PM Post #2 |
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Atalanta slowed Beauty down and looked at the boy. Inside what? All they had around them was each other and each others things. Atalanta thought or a second keeping a steady speed so the air wasn't suffocating them. "Inside what??" Atalanta said as it hit her. Them, and THIER STUFF. Atalanta pulled back on Beauty's neck coming to a stop. She turned around to the boy and said, "Your bag? Do you need something?" Atalanta held out her hand for him to either push it away or hand her his bag. She really wanted to help this boy. He seemed to have risked himself for some "Mia" chick. Now she wanted to help! |
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| Nameless Deuteragonist | Jun 28 2012, 10:24 AM Post #3 |
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Avery nodded and passed the bag to the woman. Inside it was the medicine he needed, but also a change of clothes; five healing items for Pokémon; a pokéball; a crumpled, tear-stained piece of paper; and another piece of paper that was carefully folded and labeled "My Explanation." The paper was tucked carefully into a mesh pocket inside the bag, where it wouldn't be damaged so easily. Its creases were thin, as if it had been read many times. If the woman chose the paper, a lot would suddenly make sense, but it wouldn't help Avery the way the medicine would. If she chose the medicine, he'd probably hand her the paper to read later. Hopefully, she would realize that he didn't need an antidote or Lillian, and Avery desperately hoped that she wouldn't notice the tear-stained letter. The air became clearer as they left Granite Ridge, and that didn't go unnoticed. |
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Sonny: Couldn't we move on to a conversation with less hugs and more stuff blowing up I write OOC bits in this color. Lysander | |
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| Vaporeon | Jun 28 2012, 07:42 PM Post #4 |
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Atalanta nodded and took the bag opening it. She searched the bag under the clothes. What ever he needed would have been able to stand out. She saw the note, but she figured that the note wasn't her business and continues searching. As she ran her hands through the bag she ran her hand against something cold and metal. As she reached in and pulle it out she saw it was an inhaler. Wait.. AN INHALER? This kid was in that city with asthma? Atalanta held the inhaler out to the boy and said, "Boy you must really care about that Mia girl! Going into a place like that with asthma? Sure am glad we got out of there when we did!" Atalanta also held the bag out to the boy for him to take both. |
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| Nameless Deuteragonist | Jun 29 2012, 02:10 PM Post #5 |
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My friend, it is quite plastic. Avery gratefully took the inhaler, inhaled the first dose of the medicine, and glanced at his watch, waiting for a minute to pass. He managed a smile. That was better. After he took the second puff, he stashed the inhaler back in his bag and pulled out a piece of paper. My Explanation My name is Avery Amerson. I suppose my story begins in a small Hoenn town called Fallabor. Most self-respecting regions have volcanoes, Hoenn being one of them. Fallabor is close to the volcano, and it is perpetually covered in ash. I was born there, and I lived in that respiratory wasteland until I was almost nineteen years old, the age I am as I am writing this. Nineteen years in an ash-covered town took its toll on me. By the time I was five, I had asthma, and I had almost constant difficulty breathing. That was what ruined my voice. Even now, as I travel far from ash-covered towns, it hurts to speak. I ask for your patience and understanding. I promise, once you get past my cold exterior, I am a good person. Please know that I don't mean it when I tell you not to talk to me. It's the fear of long conversations that makes me refuse company. (Please return this paper; I will need it again. Thanks.) He wondered what the woman would think of it. Would she understand? She seemed interested in helping him. Virida was still a while away. Edited by Nameless Deuteragonist, Jun 30 2012, 10:40 AM.
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Sonny: Couldn't we move on to a conversation with less hugs and more stuff blowing up I write OOC bits in this color. Lysander | |
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| Vaporeon | Jun 29 2012, 05:57 PM Post #6 |
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Atalanta took the paper and looked at it for a moment. When she opened it and read it you could see here eyes light up. "I grew up near volcanos too! And now I get why you didn't want to talk. Well that's okay. If you don't want to talk then we don't have to. Need anything just keep doing simple signs. I'll figure them out eventually!" Atalanta spoke with excitement. Even if he can't talk she has someone to hang around that knows what it's like around volcanos! Atalanta folded the paper back and handed it to Avery with a smile. "Nice to meet you Avery, my name is Atalanta." she said as she was holding out the note. |
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| Nameless Deuteragonist | Jun 30 2012, 11:31 AM Post #7 |
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Can we please call the next thread "[GR-E] Finding Mia"? So she grew up near volcanoes, too. Her voice, however, seemed fine. Avery flinched in envy, but then returned the smile. Still leaning on her a little, he gestures to an area in the distance. It was Virida, and they were approaching it faster than Avery had expected. Avery could breathe now, but it was still painful. He still tasted the filthy air of Granite Ridge. That was good, in a way. It kept him from worrying about Mia. Well, not entirely. Mia, the enthusiastic girl, the one with the red hat and the gloom. The one who had given Avery her sun stone. Mia, the one who kept him company throughout the maze, the one that insisted that she stay by his side. Was all of that truly an illusion? There was a phrase that Avery's father would often say when he was home, when he first saw Avery in the morning. "Dreams..." Avery had trouble remembering it. "Dreams are not nothing but illusions. Dreams are..." The rest was lost to Avery, but not to the world: Dreams are not only illusions. Dreams are tears in the fibers of reality, tears that themselves may or may not be our concept of "real." What "real" is can be decided by the one perceiving. If you're curious, by the way, Mia is dressed like Red. Edited by Nameless Deuteragonist, Jun 30 2012, 05:54 PM.
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Sonny: Couldn't we move on to a conversation with less hugs and more stuff blowing up I write OOC bits in this color. Lysander | |
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| Vaporeon | Jun 30 2012, 05:44 PM Post #8 |
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Continued here: http://s4.zetaboards.com/Aerei/topic/9634756/1/ |
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