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The Smearlge man stood blinking slowly and dazedly as he peered around at the overgrown grass and weeds about him, a cabin like home standing on something like stilts behind him... But whose house was it? And where was he? Who was he?!
Rubbing his hand over his face and trying to focus, the man gave a noise of concern as nothing came to him. There was nothing! No name, no age... Not a bit of recollection came to mind! Dropping his hands and looking about him once more, he took two slow steps forward before his gaze fell upon a single steam of clustered blue flowers, giving him a weird sensation... An odd place for them to grow, they were the only ones he saw in this patch of dirt and dead leafs, and as he stared... Who was he... Who was he?...
Rubbing his hand over his face and trying to focus, the man gave a noise of concern as nothing came to him. There was nothing! No name, no age... Not a bit of recollection came to mind! Dropping his hands and looking about him once more, he took two slow steps forward before his gaze fell upon a single steam of clustered blue flowers, giving him a weird sensation... An odd place for them to grow, they were the only ones he saw in this patch of dirt and dead leafs, and as he stared... Who was he... Who was he?...
Something washed over him and his eyes glazed with a memory that overtook him.
"Cease your actions, and leave the forest pokemon alone!" Said a 13 year old boy with green hair and a very business like expression on his face.
His heart was beating rapidly, but arms were crossed over his chest in an attempt to give off an air of seriousness, his frown set sturdy and pointed as he stood before a group of four other kids tormenting a Seedot behind a shop, by tipping it over every time it got to it's feet, and snickering as it toppled and rolled about.
Hearing the command of their peer, the foursome turned to the Smeargle and began to scoff and jeer.
"Cease our actions? PFF! Do you honestly think you could be a ranger for Fortree? Now that your Dad's not around to pull strings? Riley Roux, go home to your Mommy or go run some more errands for the old ladies!" Said a Spoink boy with a nasty grin.
"Yeah, where's Bailey? Shouldn't he be following you around in case your shoes need tied?" Hooted a Scarmory lass who thought she was quite funny, the other three letting out wicked laughter as well.
Riley flinched at the mention of his deceased Father, his cheeks burning at their comments, but he stood his ground.
"Cease your actions or i'll make you!" He warned, and his arms flung from their crossed position to ball in fists at his sides.
The four children looked to each other with completely unimpressed expressions, and before the Smeargle boy knew what was happening, arms were seized and his boots were untied and yanked off his feet! Despite his struggles, and yells to be set free, Riley was tossed into the short rusting green dumpster behind the natural goods store, and without his foot wear!
"Here, take your little friend you worked so hard to save!" Said one of the kids, and the green haired boy let out a grunt as he caught the Seedot and sunk deeper into the garbage he lay on top of.
"We'll keep your shoes since you don't know how to tie them anyway! Smell ya later Riley Roux!" Another boy cackled, and the group sauntered off to find something else to entertain them, the Smeargle's boots laced together and slung over the Scarmory's shoulder.
Riley lay still for a second, his brow furrowed and his face remaining shadowed as he held onto the pokemon in his lap. He kept his head down and sat in complete silence, the only sound being his breath as his heartbeat returned to normal, but after the sound of retreating footsteps disappeared... A smirk slipped onto the young man's face, teeth glinting with satisfaction, and he let out a happy little chuckle.
"Cease your actions, and leave the forest pokemon alone!" Said a 13 year old boy with green hair and a very business like expression on his face.
His heart was beating rapidly, but arms were crossed over his chest in an attempt to give off an air of seriousness, his frown set sturdy and pointed as he stood before a group of four other kids tormenting a Seedot behind a shop, by tipping it over every time it got to it's feet, and snickering as it toppled and rolled about.
Hearing the command of their peer, the foursome turned to the Smeargle and began to scoff and jeer.
"Cease our actions? PFF! Do you honestly think you could be a ranger for Fortree? Now that your Dad's not around to pull strings? Riley Roux, go home to your Mommy or go run some more errands for the old ladies!" Said a Spoink boy with a nasty grin.
"Yeah, where's Bailey? Shouldn't he be following you around in case your shoes need tied?" Hooted a Scarmory lass who thought she was quite funny, the other three letting out wicked laughter as well.
Riley flinched at the mention of his deceased Father, his cheeks burning at their comments, but he stood his ground.
"Cease your actions or i'll make you!" He warned, and his arms flung from their crossed position to ball in fists at his sides.
The four children looked to each other with completely unimpressed expressions, and before the Smeargle boy knew what was happening, arms were seized and his boots were untied and yanked off his feet! Despite his struggles, and yells to be set free, Riley was tossed into the short rusting green dumpster behind the natural goods store, and without his foot wear!
"Here, take your little friend you worked so hard to save!" Said one of the kids, and the green haired boy let out a grunt as he caught the Seedot and sunk deeper into the garbage he lay on top of.
"We'll keep your shoes since you don't know how to tie them anyway! Smell ya later Riley Roux!" Another boy cackled, and the group sauntered off to find something else to entertain them, the Smeargle's boots laced together and slung over the Scarmory's shoulder.
Riley lay still for a second, his brow furrowed and his face remaining shadowed as he held onto the pokemon in his lap. He kept his head down and sat in complete silence, the only sound being his breath as his heartbeat returned to normal, but after the sound of retreating footsteps disappeared... A smirk slipped onto the young man's face, teeth glinting with satisfaction, and he let out a happy little chuckle.
Beaming with pride, despite his rotten and smelly predicament, Riley patted the Seedot on the head and began to climb out of the dumpster. Jumping down from the edge with ease, he ignored his bleeding knee and elbow, and jogged in his socked feet to the woods behind the shop and set the pokemon down.
"There you go little guy! Smell ya later." The Smeargle winked and gave the Seedot a thumbs up as it danced a happy little jig on it's two small feet, and then waddled off into the trees.
Riley slowly faded back out of the memory, and he blinked a few times as he processed the only information he had about himself. Who was he? Riley Roux. What was he? A fool!
"There you go little guy! Smell ya later." The Smeargle winked and gave the Seedot a thumbs up as it danced a happy little jig on it's two small feet, and then waddled off into the trees.
Riley slowly faded back out of the memory, and he blinked a few times as he processed the only information he had about himself. Who was he? Riley Roux. What was he? A fool!
A fool with a heart.
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Cute wee boy!