◄ "Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? Right! Let me give you a quick introduction of Pokemon Infinity while you are here.
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The newspaper hits him clean on the cheek, her stomping had been a warning but he'd been hit regardless. He braces himself with a breath, taking her all in, snarling features and all. Alarms were blaring in his mind. Danger, Danger! They rang, as clear of a thought as any when faced with an angry Penelope. Except, he wasn't moving from his spot, only glares right back at her in challenge.
He ignores what she yells, nothing he could do other than to reaffirm her claims, which would undoubtedly piss her off. "You're trespassing, thought you wanted to be a good little Ranger." Oops, that wasn't much better anyway but he had to point it out. Deathwish confirmed, he gets to his feet, if anything to intimidate as it was to feel more in control. Arceus help him, he'd need a lot more than that to deal with Penny, an aggravated one at that. "Last I remember, this was my house." His voice is cold, an air of arrogance that he normally imbues towards people he considers to waste his time. Funny how Penny has quickly become the Other. Someone not on his side, someone who would make it their point to ruin his day, yet another someone to oppose him.
He doesn't have to tell her anything. As far as she knew, he'd turned in his badge and run off. How long has it been anyway? Nearing six months since he'd last come around? Since he'd stopped receiving her calls and had her blocked out entirely? Sounded accurate enough. He'd travelled around, got to know some people, making connections here and there. But to say that she hadn't crossed his mind would be a straight out lie.
His jaw tightens at that thought, makes his cross his arms and examine her just a little more. "Just say what you want to say and leave." The quicker this got done with, the better.
"A shotgun can-" He noticeably stops as Dexter puts an arm around him, that chill suddenly all too surrounding and makes him freeze where he stands. A sense of dread, a heavy weight on his mind suddenly overcomes him. Dex keeps talking, but at this point he barely hears him. His head has been dragged underwater, unable to take a breath, unable to utter a sound, unable to form any coherent thought.
It feels like an eternity before he comes back to himself. Everything feels too bright, too awkward. His body suddenly doesn't feel like it fits right. Feels like he's a damn scared kid again. Like a veil lifted, it takes him a while to regain his senses. And of course, he reacts the best way he knows how.
"Get the fuck off me." He growls, making a weak attempt to shove Dexter farther away, eyes scrunched in confusion and anger. What bothers him the most is that he doesn't even know what triggered the fear, except that it must have had something to do with Dexter. He hasn't had that bad of a reaction since he was six years old. He takes a step back, glaring hard at Dexter in an attempt to look intimidating, except it doesn't work right considering he's pale as a sheet.
It's an over-dignified shack but he calls it home nonetheless, or at least continues to pay rent regardless of the fact that he barely uses the place anymore. He blames his own sense of sentimentality, for the need to call somewhere someplace his home. He hates himself for needing that, at the same time can barely fault himself for it. At the end of the day, when he's done with camping outside and sleeping in someone else's home, he likes the idea of knowing that when all else fails, there was still this shitty little house he could crash in, if only for a night.
Everything is covered in dust, he hasn't been here for months at least. Avoiding it, his mind supplies bitterly, but he halts that train of thought, removing his shoes as he makes his way around. He avoids the stack of bills on the welcome rug, those would be dealt with later but for now he was too tired to sift through them and look through the damages. There was one particular letter that seemed to call attention, white like it's brethren but with a strip of yellow wrapped around it. Urgent. A Warning. He'd have to deal with that soon.
Everything is still where he had left them, not much to be stolen when the home held the bare minimum, missing a few luxuries here and there if Elijah was to be picky. He had emptied the fridge before he left, at least he had enough sense to do that, there wasn't anything to eat until he could find the time to run to the market so he doesn't even bother heading into the kitchen.
Instead he drops his ass onto the couch, a puff of dust displaced in his wake.
Another cigarette is burned out, only to be replaced by its brethren whom would quickly follow the same fate.
"Ice cream truck's right around the corner. Wanna ride shotgun when I'm done?" He answers back nonchalantly. Not that it was true, he would never be caught dead driving a van of any kind but it seemed Dex was wholly invested in taking away kids, why break his fantasies. He gives Dex a glance and shrugs, the stranger just a bit too close for comfort. There was a sinister air, an extra chill, that he couldn't understand that came off from Dex. Elijah did his best to quell the impulse to fidget, instead readjusting his scarf and sucking deeply on his cigarette for solace.
"What idea exactly? Letting kids pet your pokemon like a glorified Furfrou in hopes of what exactly?" He scoffs, addressing the Umbreon next. "No offense to you, I'm sure you're a certified killing machine. But do you really want to have your tail pulled around by ten year olds? Didn't think so."
He eyes Dexter up and down, trying to do his best impression of unimpressed. "And your excuse for being around here? Sight-seeing? People hunting? Or did you stalk me here?" He smiles shyly, an extra flutter of eyelashes as if embarrassed by the thought. If he could blush on command he would.
Umbreon, right. Gotta hand it to him, he at least knew how to draw in a crowd. Elijah didn't give so much of a damn to being seen, but the unwarranted attention was still something to think about. Can't exactly snoop around with an Eevee-lution around, 'specially when all the snot-nosed kids never seen one like it and all they'd want to do was come up and pet it. Elijah can only hope that a stupid kid does come up to pet the pokemon, only to get bitten, that would at least brighten up his day.
"That ain't funny." Elijah grunts, not at all happy with that snide remark. Predator? Ambiguous word. Not that he was much into hunting, just a scout, see if these kids were gullible enough to fall for cheap parlor tricks. He doesn't even know who Dex is pertaining to, himself or Elijah but he knows that the man means trouble, one way or another. It's not so much as a gut feeling, it feels much more sinister than that, as if it burns cold in his very being. He knows Dex, somewhat. A fellow Rocket, though there's always some kind of mystery about him. What name did the game go with again? James? Booey? Bah, whatever, some made up with a made up background that was for sure.
He burns through his stick quick, already reaching up for his next as, lo behold, kids are actually jogging towards the Umbreon, no doubt wanting to look at the cool Pokemon. "That thing's a bad idea, attention whore." He mutters under his breath, the twitch in his eye gives away his annoyance.
There's just a hint of chill in the air that makes him tug his coat closer to his body, just the slightest breeze that has him shivering where he stands. The cold's moving out fast, but not fast enough for Elijah, he's less than happy about the current predicament with the whether. He's almost certain that there's a Castform fucking up the weather somehow, gleefully providing them an extended winter's bite, just to make them all miserable. He almost wants to just go home and curl back into bed, sleep the day away until brighter skies come forth.
He's been doing that anyway, for the past four days, putting off duty with his own selfish reason. A battle here and there, wild pokemon to take off, until even he feels restless in the old shack that he so begrudgingly calls home. So today he finally gets his lazy ass into gear, wraps a scarf around his neck trudges onto Pallet, because hey, where else is he supposed to go to terrorize kids? While they're still malleable in their ignorance, it would do Rocket some good to get people so easy to manipulate. Of course, if they proved too dumb to be of any use, he could always just take their pokemon. Seize opportunity by the balls and make it your bitch. Or something like that.
It would have been too strange for even him, a grown man of twenty six, to be lurking out in the open, staring at kids. Arceus-forbid someone might mistake him for a pedophile. He does his staring behind an overbearing true, just by the town outskirts, like any self-respecting man would, cigarette between his lips and hands in his pockets.
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]FACE CLAIM :[b]DURARARA!!, shizuo heiwajima[/b] as @elijah
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]OOC NAME // grey!
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]CHARACTER'S HISTORY // a rich kid with something to prove, except what he wanted to prove didn't quite align with what mommy and daddy wanted. Got mixed with up with a few rockets, you know how it is. Rebellious and fool-hardy, he wanted that edge. That feeling of invulnerability. And got it, for a while, felt invincibility right on his fingertips basking in his own glow. Until the cops showed up and ruined everything.
An utter disgrace to the family name, he was sent away, to rehabilitate or some utter bullshit. Just another way for daddy to say that he doesn't have time for Elijah's bullshit, he better lay the fuck low if he wants to stay alive.
But when has Elijah really listened to anyone but himself?
◄ "Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? Right! Let me give you a quick introduction of Pokemon Infinity while you are here.
