WELCOME TO THE SINNOH REGION, a massive island rich with exploration and Pokemon. Legends say that Sinnoh was the very first Pokemon region to come into being;
and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
Check out the rocket promotion here and stay tuned for many more exciting events!
major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
This dance was a utter nightmare.
Adrian heaved a heavy sigh as she finally made her way off the dance floor, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance after having to deal with the events that were aligned for the evening as if they were specifically designed to fuck with the ranger. From handling the food fiasco splattering all over the dance floor to dancing with complete strangers, all in the physical impediment that was the elegant gown that reminded her of a horrific blunder, the ginger had just about enough of the Lunar Ball. Had it not been for her sense of duty, her obligation, to finish the job to completion of the celebration itself; Adrian likely would have stormed out long ago.
But at least now she was allowed a sliver of momentary peace in isolation from the main events of the evening. Having retreated behind the rows of alcoholic drinks sprawled out in pristine lines on the refreshments table, the ginger indulged herself to drinking a glass of red wine to numb her senses of the toxicity from her ire. A few more hours. That was all the time that was left that she needed to endure this suffering. And as the evening progressed into its late hours, when the glow of the moon receded to all but a growing coppery red glint in the night sky, she had expected most of the guest to have grown weary and retired from the festivities early. In turn that would have eased her burdens considerably to contribute to allowing the rest of the evening to pass by with a lower probability of an incident...
Of course, with Arceus out to get her tonight, that wasn't going to happen.
Not even one sip into her wine and one of the guard rangers on duty had approached the woman in a huff. Knowingly the commissioner listened to the plight that the guard had brought to her attention and, much to her enmity, the first issue that had come to her attention had since then full circle. Skull masks. Who in their right mind would wear those to a formal ball and then fucking injure people with it? Listening to the report through gritted teeth and a clenched fist, Adrian felt as if she was going to have a conniption. Of course it was an issue that she had to deal with and so she'd wave off the messenger before hurriedly finishing off rest of her wine.
She had to find those asses in the skull masks.
Thus rushing off in search for the distinct abominations of a mask, it wouldn't take long for the ginger to find one of the two bolstering the ghastly appearance of deceased animals. "Hey!" she'd shout abruptly to the male figure hoping that was enough to catch their attention. Without waiting to see if her words had reached their destination, her hand would impetuously reach out to grab the person's arm in an attempt to force them to come to a halt and turn towards her before she would state her purpose. No longer did the ranger have the patience to be 'calm and reasonable' about any situation whatsoever. "Take off the mask. You've caused enough trouble for one night."
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 9, 2016 22:04:47 GMT
The Galactic admin's sole gold iris scanned the hall behind the heavy mask he donned, the mop of blue threads weaving through the crowd. The Lunar ball was a night of festivities and a day to socialize under the moonlight. But not for Adrien Arkwright who spend a considerable time on his own today. He was content; no one approached him, no one bothered him. This was how he wanted to be now and forever -- in the shadows, to his own devices and alone. This was the feeling he longed for these recent days and it was amusing to know that a ridiculous skull mask had brought about such an outcome. Mayhaps a barrier of sorts had to be placed in his day to day life as well -- walls that kept people away from him. That kept her away. Adrian. His recent conversation with Sabrina had left him confused and further conflicted. Did he really want to part with her? Did he rea---Adrien would softly shake his head and as to distract himself, he'd allow his mind to wander. A placid smile surfaced on his lips as he'd recall the flash of a certain someone he had seen earlier, the talk with Sabrina confirming her presence today. From those few seconds he was graced with catching a glimpse of her, Adrien was able to confirm that she wore that dress. There was some empty happiness in knowing that it was discarded aside and served some purpose.
But his time here was done. Adrien was now navigating his way out of the ball, this event the last sort of festivity he was to indulge in for the future had other plans. There was Galactic affairs that needed his attention and the family business to return to. And of course, to ensure those few he still had by his side were safe and away from a certain person -- one man who had caused him to lose everything. With so many duties to carry out, his days of self-indulgence were behind him.
Cautious footing was maintained as Adrien would re-enter the crowd and carefully try to make his way to the hall exit. He was almost at the exit too when a voice called out from behind him. The man didn't turn, certain that rather familiar voice wasn't addressed to him. The voice may have been familiar but it couldn't have been her. The chances were slim. But then fingers grasped his arm, causing the cobalt-haired male to immediately turn and cock a brow at the offender. He would question their rude behaviour too that is, if he hand't taken note of who they were.
Eyes immediately locked onto the face and within moments would widen as they recognized those features. Word weren't processed as he'd stare at her, dazed as ever behind the mask. Those features of hers spoke irriation although even then he couldn't understand what she was saying. He couldn't process a word as his mind went blank. Lips softly parted but nary a syllable was vocalized. And he remained that way for those few moments before he'd recover. Forcefully jolting himself out of his stupour, Adrien would blink once and finally speak. "Adrian...?" Soft and without his usual vigour, almost as if he didn't believe it. Because he was afraid to. He didn't want to face her...
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
Despite her coarse tone being ignored and her rough treatment; Adrian had caught him, whoever it was behind that abomination of a mask, in what appeared to be the midst of an escape. There was minimal resistance to her forceful act much to her surprise as the male figure would turn to face her as demanded. While the ranger could see the golden iris in the eye socket of the skull itself, its appearance vaguely reminding her of a certain one eyed galactic, it was virtually impossible for the woman to distinguish anything else about the person behind the horrendous visor resting on their face. Regardless, her demand was made and despite her irritated state of being she had waited to allow time for the perpetrator to cooperate with her orders - and by waited I mean paused for about a few seconds for even the slightest response. Upon receiving none her brows would furrow into each other as the thought of punching the man then and there passed through the back of her mind. Honestly who the hell did this person think they were? "Are you deaf!? I sai-"
Before she could manage to finish screaming, something had stopped her and brought her train of thought to a screeching halt. For a minute she couldn't tell what it had been among the distant music playing in the background and the sounds of footsteps that faded further away, her mind attempting to process and replay those last few moments in her mind as she stood there speechless. Adrian. The muscles of her shoulders tensed as she became aware of this. Her name had been said, by a voice that she had not heard in some time at that. But that couldn't be, could it? Her eyes narrowed as she further attempted to scrutinize the man behind the mask, her voice lowering in disbelief as she almost mirrored the other. "... Arkwright?"
She wouldn't have bothered responding to her name with an affirmative, still in awe that this may have been the man that had been avoiding her against her wishes ever since her phone had been broken in Jubilife. Immediately her eyes shot upwards past his mask and to his distinctive cobalt hair, then downwards to inspect his entire frame to assure the integrity of her guess. And apparently that was enough for the ginger to affirm her speculation on the identity of the masked man which would do nothing more than further add fuel to the flames of her rage. "For the love of Arceus, are you fucking kidding me!?" She'd bellow with nary a care who might have caught wind of her outburst.
There were so many questions that flew through her all at once, each one acting as a catalyst to spark a larger fire within her. Why was he here? Why was he wearing a skull mask? Why didn't he try to contact her? Why didn't he pick up her calls? Why was he acting like he didn't expect to see her here? Like he didn't want to see her? Yet she was not able to spit all these questions out at once as fast as they had come, her singular state of being residing in pure anger, and thus she'd go with the most broadest one that had come to mind along with the repeated demand as bound by her oath. "The hell is wrong with you!? Take off that stupid mask!"
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 10, 2016 16:29:57 GMT
The mere utterance of her name caused her to halt while she was chiding him, but the quizzical response she garnered wasn't responded to. A slow nod in acknowledgement was all he'd respond with, the man grimacing behind the muzzle of the mask and eyes closing for a moment as realization settled in. This was Adrian Mastry alright. Despite the Venetian mask she wore, those vivid red threads and the gown she donned did little to hide her identity. And as if there was a need tor further confirm that detail, the ginger would raise her voice moments later causing the Galactic admin to snap out of his daze and focus his attention on her.
"Huh?" Confusion was eminent on his features, unsure as to why she was yelling seeing how her prior demand had gone on deaf ears. Eyes lowered and Adrien's arm would shift a little and towards his side, suddenly aware that her fingers still held onto his arm. Her outburst sufficed in not just demanding his attention but of the attendees around them, most morphing away from them. Was she upset that he had been ignoring her as of recent? That was the only plausible explanation, the hazardous mask he was donning completely dismissed as the problem here. And even then -- "Is there a problem...?" He'd ask cautiously and as if there wasn't any.
Alas, she hadn't finished yet. The woman would finally shed some light on the matter as she'd yell once more, Adrien's eyes closing and lips flattening as he'd refrain from sighing or rolling his eyes. Apparently it was the mask that caused her to flare up. "Okay, okay." He'd murmur in an attempt to pacify her as he pulled the mask out, nary an objection from his side in doing so. He was leaving anyway and had kept his part of the deal with Sabrina although it didn't quite matter now that she wasn't around. Before the ginger had any other questions to bombard him with, he'd chirp in.
"And don't worry, I'm leaving anyway." With his face no longer covered, Adrien would slightly tilt his face and smile, a farce as good as any in hopes that she was too busy tonight to question him concerning any other issues she may have had. But while he did have the honour to be able to see her once more, eyes would scan her dress a moment before refocusing on her visage. He'd clear his throat as if to shift the topic in his hand motioning towards her. "So I was right. You look beautiful in that." His voice was considerably less hasty and more genuine. Yet, lips pulled taut as his hands continued to fidget with the mask, ready to leave the moment pleasantries were done with.
Post by Adrian Mastry on Oct 10, 2016 18:57:01 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
It was Adrien Arkwright alright; his slow, albeit subtle, nod conceding to her accusation of his identity. She should have known that someone like Adrien would have shown up to an event like this, though no one could blame her if she said she wouldn't have imagined Arkwright showing up in such an atrocious mask. Nevertheless, it didn't matter - not as of this moment. What mattered was that Adrian had a chance, an opportunity to confront the man once more as if Arceus was out to further spite the woman.
Adrian squinted behind her mask at the feeble, dull responses that she was receiving. What was wrong with him? It was almost as if the man in front of her wasn't even paying her any attention and had woken up seconds prior to her grabbing him. If anything, it had actually somewhat reminded her of how he acted in Canalave after the kidnapping incident. She ended up gritting her teeth in an effort to prevent herself from snapping at his behavior, watching as he sluggishly removed the imitation skull of whatever beast it was intending to mimic to reveal his face underneath.
If there was any lingering doubt the ranger had about the masked man being Adrien, it would be dismissed here as her gaze fell upon his dimly illuminated features. There her eyes would remain unwavering, to whatever expression he might have made. Had it not been for her disproportionate rage clouding her judgment, perhaps she would have been relieved - even elated- to see he was alright. Needless to say this was not the case, especially after his declaration. He was intending to leave.
Again... with a smile no less.
"Oh, you think you can just get off that easily and leave!?" she would shout incredulously, a fist clenched at her side with her previous idea now in heavy consideration. Her other hand remained firmly attached to Arkwright's arm, her grip intensifying in her anger to make it known that she wasn't intending to let him leave easily without a fight. "You aren't going anywhere. Do you honestly think you could just avoid me and get away with it!?" After all this time, how could he just smile and act like he could walk away without a fuss? How could he have expected her to act like this was acceptable? How dare he even pretend that he didn't owe her any explanation?
Yet Adrien would attempt to move the subject away from her ire, motioning towards her with words of idle flattery. She had heard this before. In fact, she had heard similar compliments several times from this night alone and each time the woman had to suppress the urge to deck them. Was the fact that these words were being said by Adrien made this any different? Not really. If anything it made it worse, being reminding of wearing the gown and the fact that Arkwright was likely going to be making fun of her to no end after seeing it. As a result the ginger seethed, raising her clenched fist up to unfurl it as to rake through her styled locks. "Don't patronize me."
As she passed her fingers through her vermilion hair, she would run through the ribbon keeping the mask stationary upon her face. Taking the opportunity to tug at the hidden ends to undo the tie, the mask would kilter off her features before she was able to grab hold of an edge to remove from her face altogether. In that way, hopefully he could see the determination in her expression. "I want answers Adrien and I'm not letting you leave until you talk to me. Don't think I won't."
Amusingly enough, being the commissioner finally held some benefit for the ginger for it wasn't below her to hold the man in her grasp custody at this aberration of a dance. Hopefully he wouldn't test her and it wouldn't have come to that, for both their sakes.
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 10, 2016 20:07:51 GMT
And of course, she was angry -- her inflection denoting her rising temper and disbelief that he had tried to leave her without answers. It was to be expected and he could only curse the skull mask he wore for attracting attention towards him. Adrien would huff out air as if mentally bracing himself for what was to come, eyes averted from her visage and his head shifting side-wards. There wasn't as much as a hint of a smile from her at his compliment, Adrian's temper was at it's peak and had her disregard everything else. It was apparent as there was not a speck of consideration given to the other attendees, the woman's voice growing as she'd make a scene and also make it obvious that this was a personal matter.
"Adrian..." He'd murmur as eyes shifted sideways a hand brought to pinch the bridge of his nose, hoping to get his point across that they were garnering attention. Alas, she continued and her tightened grip on his arm would only make it difficult to try to leave without arguing...and causing a scene. There were too many people he knew here and twice as many that he didn't, Adrien wouldn't only be jeopardizing his position but hers as well should anyone undesirable get whiff of their conversation...which had already implied more than he would have preferred.
She wanted answers -- answers to questions Adrien was already well-aware of. With her temper on the rise at this point, it seemed that going against her would only make this situation more difficult. And yet to comply to her whims meant to concede and talk to her -- to face her once more and just that thought frightened him. He couldn't do this anymore, he wanted out -- playing with own feelings and hers was a guilt he couldn't bear no longer. There's value in being selfish - those were a few words would resound in his mind, the offer so very tempting yet the circumstances making it all but possible.
And so, with a sharp expire, he'd lock eyes with her. He wasn't going to go against her, but he wasn't going to comply either. This killed him and he knew it would hurt her too, but it was a move he deemed necessary at this point. "I'm sorry. I was busy and couldn't answer your calls. My mistake." The smile disappeared and was replaced by one void of expression, eyes coldly staring back at her as he'd push back any sort of happiness or distaste in this situation. It was a farce, a farce he'd put up for as long as required. "We're causing a scene here. Do you want to take this elsewhere?" A more formal tone, his arm attempting to jerk her grip off his arm. His actions and words left him with a bitter aftertaste, eyes momentarily breaking contact as a hint of pain would surface before disappearing altogether.
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
A sigh? Adrian lowered her hand that held her mask to her side, her furrowed brows now visible in her glower awaiting a response to her terms. She expected either a reluctant acceptance or steadfast opposition as always when the two of them had these types of encounters, arguments in which involved her direct confrontation to the dark haired man. Instead it was a sigh? His smile would disappear along with that breath and the look in his eyes... It almost felt as if-
"I'm sorry. I was busy and couldn't answer your calls. My mistake."
Immediately the ranger pursed her lips in displeasure. He was busy he said? That was some fucking excuse with such convenient timing after the time they had spent together in Jubilife. There was no way that Adrian was going to believe that and he must have known that. She'd open her mouth to retort, to tell him to shove it with his excuse, but she couldn't even get a word out before there was a sudden shift in atmosphere that would constrict her. A sense of alienation that had bypassed her natural barriers and the flames of her anger to reached out to suffocate her. She couldn't speak, couldn't respond to the formality that was presented in front of her as her consciousness was stunned by the development. He would have successfully yanked himself free from her grip afterwards as a crippling fragility was injected into her bones that made that same hand fall limp at her side, unraveling the layers of contempt weaved throughout the night.
Normally she wouldn't have cared. Actually it wasn't as if Adrian didn't have a record of initiating in violence at the provocation. However rather than throwing a punch as she normally might have, the ranger had been frozen in place - dumbfounded by the distant reception. Thus the following statement wouldn't bode much better, cast in the same icy shell of a bullet as each and every word would be processed through the ginger's tempered yet fragile state. Before she could even brace herself for the impact of whatever he had to say next, it would be too late to stop them from slicing through her chest like a seared dagger.
Miss Mastry... a name that never before had she heard uttered from the usually carefree man, or by anyone other than small children and associates for that matter. A sign of disassociation, the undertone of the message being sent not lost to her. She was to be but a stranger to him and nothing more... the very thought shook her core. "So in the end... that's how its going to be, huh?" she would murmur lowly, keeping eye contact for these last few moments in search of any indication of a lie until she could bear the pain no longer. Yet even as she had broken her gaze from Arkwright and brought them towards the ground, her bangs now draping over her eyes the way her mask had minutes before, she could still feel her body quivering against her will at all the emotions bombarding her chest - that overflowing rage being turned against her as it attacked her vitals having exposed her weakness.
"Of course... I should have known..." And she had known - known from the very beginning that this was a mistake. Letting someone get so close to her, to affect her in a way that would only cause her grief. For despite everything that he had said to her, despite everything that had happened between them, despite everything that he made her feel; there was no way it would end in anything else than this. She thought she had accepted it - gotten used to the rejection and alienation ever since she had first built those walls in her childhood. Yet she couldn't stop all those memories from flooding into her head as she had redirected emerald eyes towards the mask at hand.
All those moments they had shared. All the humiliation she had suffered. All the kindness that she had received. All the walls that were broken...
None of it meant anything.
"I'm sorry to be a bother then. You're a busy man so... it won't happen again." Adrian struggled to say those words as her trembling began affecting her vocal chords, attempting to maintain what was left of herself by hiding behind the dignity of a title that she never cared about. It was a quick fix with a debatable degree of success but she couldn't keep that up forever. She had to rebuild those wall. Kill those memories - kill all feeling here and now if she were to save herself from any further suffering. Cover them in a way that wouldn't result in those holes in her persona being discovered before they were filled with ice. Though... that was easier said than done...
By using that position as a facade, as flimsy as it was, she had remembered her promises and obligation to duties that she could not ignore. She had promised that she would finish the job and thus she had wedged herself in a rut where she could not completely remove herself from. She could not abide by his wishes, the wishes of a known enemy that stood by Galactic's ideals, and thus this farce had to continue. "Unfortunately I cannot... allow you to leave without investigation. As you wish we can take this discussion elsewhere." As if to protect herself, to keep herself together behind an ornate wire frame and plastic, Adrian had lifted the mask back over her features and retied it swiftly with unsteady hands after saying those words. "I'm sorry I'll have to be wasting your time awhile longer..." her sentence drifted off. Though it sounded as if she had completed her sentence, the ginger had attempted to force herself tongue to mirror his sentiment - to say his name in the most estranged way possible to show some reciprocation of his desires.
But she couldn't force it out... not right now. Instead she'd mute a grunt as she turned to scan the immediate vicinity for a destination that would have surely satisfied Adrien's need for privacy if she could not grant him the escape he wanted. Catching sight of a staircase in her peripheral vision, she wouldn't bother to turn back to face him as she spoke lest she accidentally meet his eyes again. "Follow me." Placing her right hand onto her upper arm in a feeble attempt to settle her nerves, she'd start moving. Taking a few steps, listening carefully for footsteps that indicated her instruction was heeded, she'd make her way towards the overhanging balconies against better judgement advising otherwise.
And if he didn't... then she would have to deal with it.
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 11, 2016 9:50:39 GMT
Cold and distant. The man hid behind a forefront of a steely expression, adamant as to not falter in this façade. Numbing his heart, he’d watch her drift miles apart at the utterance of a rather distant reception. Never before had he ever addressed her so formally and despite knowing how it would hurt her, had he chosen to use it anyway. “Yeah…” The Galactic admin’s eyes lowered momentarily in shame, the words barely audible as grief consumed him. It wounded him and tore him apart to watch her reaction -- to watch her temper fade away and the woman’s stance crumbling, something he rather turn his back to and walk away rather than spectate. Cowardly, that was certain but what other choice did he have? Should’ve known. Fingers restlessly flexed and his grip would cause small cracks to appear on the clay mask, every cell in Adrien’s body wanted to yell and tell her otherwise. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Yet it did. And now it was over.
He’d take a step back as she put her mask back on, the distance between them growing painfully such that he had to force his arm from trying to comfort her. He had no place to. He had no right to. Yet back in Jubilife, they were so close …they were happy despite the uncertainty and awkwardness that enshrouded them. That was what he wanted to go back to. Alas, it was too late – the man had made it clear that she was not wanted. That he didn’t want her.
Now all he awaited was to be dismissed. To end both of their suffering. This could finally end upon her word. But in spite of breaking her heart and causing the woman immense distress, the next few words broke his expression. The farce was destroyed when she asked him to follow. Disbelief replaced the indifferent visage he wore just seconds early. He caused her immense grief and yet...she’d continue to perform duty. Despite knowing that neither could now face the other, she had tried to push her emotions back and let her duty as a commissioner take priority. And it would have worked too, that is, if it weren’t so obvious that she was in pain.
“Right.” He’d comply as she turned away, teeth gritting as she walked in front him. Eyes locked themselves on her arm that supported her, her frame that no longer belonged to the fearless and austere leader of the rangers but to a young woman who had just had her heart broken. His shoulders slumped, his throat constricted and his free hand would reach out to unintentionally clutch the collar of his shirt as he followed. It helped to deter the pain he felt, the pain he knew she felt by causing some sort of physical anguish. But it wouldn’t be enough for as they moved away from the clamour and towards the balcony, the guilt that burdened him would grow heavier. His gait felt heavier as they’d move up the stairs, the silence between them wrecking him.
She was there for him and this how he had chosen to repay her. This was him being the filth he was. He should have been able to discard these feelings a long time ago, yet every time he saw her it only ended up strengthening. Even now, while he had deemed it ‘over’, Adrien couldn’t help but doubt him. A certain brunette’s words continue to echo in his head. Was there really value in being selfish? Could he really---No. He’d remain stubborn despite the temptation to resort to doing otherwise. But since…he destroyed it, his next few words – the same that caused him so much turmoil – wouldn’t matter, right?
They shouldn’t.
As the door to the room would open, Adrien would stop and tense up. “Adrian, stop.” His voice broke the silence, the demand void of tone. A hand would boldly attempt to grasp around her arm, firm yet easy to pull out of should she so wish. But if she didn’t, it would slowly attempt to pull her closer. Still staring at her hair, he’d continue – the cold inflection was now ruined, guilt and desperation taking its place. “I’m sorry…I didn’t want to hurt you, but…please understand.” Fingers flexed, his head lowered as embarrassment took over. These words were hard to speak as always, for while Adrien Arkwright enjoyed fooling around – he had never used the next few words carelessly. “I love you. I really do.” And those words would finally vocalize themselves, distressing overwhelming him at those words. There wasn’t any happiness in speaking those words, rather he left as if he had just committed the greatest err of his life. Because he had.
“Forgive me…” Fingers released her hand and balled into a fist as he’d retract it. Eyes closed for the next few words were the cause of his grief. “And because of these feelings, I believe it’s best that we stop meeting.” There was no strength in his voice, just regret. Just the hope that she wouldn’t answer, that she wouldn’t even so much as turn to look at him and just leave. All he wanted was to face rejection.
Because, in the end, there was no value in being selfish.
Post by Adrian Mastry on Oct 11, 2016 13:23:57 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
The silence that would normally granted the ginger some measure of solace wouldn't do anything to help her tonight. In fact it would do just the opposite, the receding sounds from the commotion on the dance floor unable to distract her the further climbed. Thus she was left to focus on the solemn rhythm of heels rapping against the ground as she walked pensively up the staircase, hoping that the hearing the pace would even her unsettled and hollow heartbeats. Yet even so there was a shiver that lingered on the back of her neck, the perpetual quivering pain failing to leave her no matter how tightly she tried to steady herself with her available hand. It was just... it just felt...
so cold.
Not once would the ranger look behind her to make sure that Adrien had still followed, the footsteps trailing her own sufficing. Though truthfully if he wanted to run, Adrian wasn't sure she would have been able to reach out to stop him this time around. But she had to. The memory of her vow to not allow him to lose himself and everything he cherished like Liam might have wanted. That was her promise, her job, her duty to stop him no matter how much he might have hated her. This wouldn't have stopped her. She couldn't allow it to. No matter what happened, she gave her word that she'd handle the situation involving Liam so that this man - the man whom she had failed - would be able to live at ease. Even if it killed her, even if it shattered her on the inside.
That alone was what kept her going, as empty as she might have been as she approached the most remote balcony generally reserved for VIPs of actual contests themselves held in these halls. It was obscure and isolated enough that they would have their privacy, no soul daring to stop the commissioner's admittance as brushed past towards the doorway into gallery. Finally removing her still trembling hand from her body to place upon the handle, she'd turn the knob and weakly thrust the door open before a voice would cause a jolt to surge through her body out of apprehension. Becoming paralyzed at the sound of her name Adrian stood in place obediently in accordance to the demand that was made, unable to deny nor what had come next.
A familiar touch grasped at her arm, her bare skin comforted by the warmth exuded from it despite her uncontrollable trembling, and immediately she wanted to pull away. Had it not been for the weakness overtaking her form, unable to put up resistance and wanting to surrender right there, she would have. Instead she had stumbled from the tug exerted that threatened to bring her into his arms, only managing to turn her head away violently to prevent herself from facing him. But that wouldn't stop the words from coming - that fabricated sense of sincerity that came with the tone of desperation cutting deeper wounds into her chest. "Stop..." she'd breath with hardly the strength to be heard.
Don't touch me...
His touch was like a sedative. Soothing as it was addicting, each time it had make her yearn for more in a way no other had been able to do. Yet she had to stop herself from giving in and from falling victim to it again. Over and over he had been able to turn her into putty and believe him with just that alone, she had known that. At this stage she couldn't afford to allow herself to find comfort in it any longer. Not when it endangered her being. Not when she couldn't deny her feelings anymore, that she had fallen in lo-
“I love you. I really do.”
"Take it back..." another plea, this time louder despite her wavering voice. Conflicting emotions welled inside her chest as her entire body would tense at the words imparted. "Stop lying to me..." and with each word came the anguish to form that desperation for him to abide. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, she couldn't no matter how much she had wanted to. How could she believe after he gave made it clear he wanted nothing more to do with her? It was obvious and who could blame him? Who in their right mind could love someone like her? It had to be a lie, meant to make sure she was unable to recover and salvage what was left of herself. And after what he had said to her... promise her; "You said you wouldn't lie to me anymore..."
Don't act like you care.
As his hand was removed from her own, barely catching wind of his so called request, it was immediately retracted away to slide under the curtains of her bangs and planted firmly over her mask as if to readjust it. As if to hide the tears that began to well behind them against any attempts to hold them back. With a lowered head, she'd hold it and wistfully hope he would let her be. After all this wasn't supposed to happen. She couldn't afford to give into his lies. Not anymore.
But as if he had known that she was falling for the manipulation, Adrien had spoken out one final time that caused stop beating abruptly. That because of these 'feelings' that they should no longer meet - that they should no longer see each other. Had Adrian had the choice, she would have agreed. Anything to stop this suffering, stop the pain that wracked her heart worse than undergoing a cardiac arrest. But it wasn't her choice. This wasn't what she had agreed to. This wasn't what she wanted. Thus as if her defiant nature had flared into awakening, Adrian had removed her hand with a sweep over her mask and the intensity of her glare would overtake her impulse to cry.
"How can you say that you love me!?" Apparently he wasn't satisfied with just toying with her, breaking her heart in two. It seems that he wanted to destroy it until it was nothing more than little shards of what she once was. "How could you do this to me!? Do you just enjoy trying to hurt me!?"
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 11, 2016 16:01:03 GMT
“Take it back…”
His head lowered, eyes shifting away from her brilliant red threads to the carpet that covered the balcony floor. Her answer did not surprise him, yet it was the fact that she didn’t miss a beat in her denial did. His lips twisted as if he agreed with her – he had spoken a fallacy, an unforgivable one at that. How could she believe him? How could he believe himself? He had just pushed her away once and for all and now tried to confess. It didn’t make sense to her, yet to him – it would only serve as an explanation that she deserved. An explanation as to why he wanted to leave and stop meeting her. “I’m not.” A rapt, albeit solemn, response in his defense when she accused him of lying, his eyes carrying disbelief that mirrored her own. He had promised her he’d not lie and he tried to stay true to it. And of all he had spoken – this definitely wasn’t a lie. It would never be.
The defiance and grief in her inflection did not go unnoticed. This wasn’t rejection, this was denial. And even he could see it. Unfortunately the man did not know how to respond to it. He wanted to distance himself from her, yet couldn’t see her upset. The sensation of his torso twisting and suffocating him was overwhelming. He wanted to disappear, to take back what he had said, to isolate himself from the commotion. He wanted to just rot away for the misery he had brought her. But Adrian wasn’t finished. She’d finally turn to face past him, the indignant in her glare are clear as ever. She was angry and hurt yet he wasn’t able to pinpoint what had caused her to flare up again. He didn’t understand…
But as eyes met hers, his breath would halt momentarily, brows knitting momentarily as they'd catch sight of swollen red eyes. She was... crying? Instantly realization hit him like a freight train, teeth gritting together as he'd come to terms that his presence in her life had caused her so much grief. Who was he kidding? The cobalt-haired male had indeed been selfish - - that 'date' they had, the tender moment back at the hospital - - all of it ended up hurting the woman. In trying to protect her, he was causing the woman to break. Tch. He'd click his tongue, his grip tightening to the point where the clay mask was now adequately cracking. Eyes grew heavy as the man felt digusted with himself. He was certain. He had no right to be a part of her life. Not anymore. "It's not a lie. I promise.” Spoken as the admin tried to maintain eye contact, the urge to put his own mask on and sulk behind a temptation he had to fight back. To hide behind a mask – a wall – was the least of his worries at the moment. A helpless scoff would escape his lips, the edges of his lips gracing itself into an apologetic smile. She wasn’t lying. He was responsible for this, and this was him trying to ‘fix’ it. “I know I’m hurting you. And I want to stop that... because you mean so much to me…” A sharp expire and pause, partly hoping the last of what he said hadn’t been caught onto. “And that’s why, for your sake alone, wouldn’t this arrangement be the best?”
And finally, a lie. One he couldn’t help but speak.
Post by Adrian Mastry on Oct 11, 2016 19:53:17 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
He was denying it - denying the fact that he was lying about this. He was insisting he wasn't lying and that he had indeed loved her which inconceivable to the ginger, forcing her to bite into the inside if her cheek purposefully. How could he still say that? While Adrian couldn't look him in the eye, her vision unfocused as she glared into the man's general direction, she could tell that he was looking towards her. Look her in the eye... it was something she had always told him to do whenever she wanted him to tell her the truth about something, but for him to be doing that now...
But there was no possible way. Adrian just couldn't accept that he was so willing, so ready to hurt her as much as he was if he had. Even Adrien had acknowledged that he knew he was hurting her which had her shoulders tense even further, her hands balling into a fist to contain her anger within herself for now. But what he said after didn't make sense. He wanted to stop hurting her and that was why he was making this suggestion? It spurred her defiance into scorn that would flash onto her already tormented features. "For my sake!?" she'd repeat the words in disbelief, as if in refute of the assertion. Waving her hands by her sides as if to strongly emphasis the point, she'd raise her voice progressively against her fragile state of being. "How!? By leaving me!? You don't even get it do you!?"
Her repressed thoughts and emotions were beginning to spill out onto the floor and no longer could her will stop that dam from overflowing. Swinging her hand to her chest, hitting her torso to cause some moderate pain as she furled her fingers to clench the air in front of her chest, she would finally force her eyes to fixate themselves back to those golden hues of his as she continued. "You think I want to be alone!? That I want to see you leave!? To let you go!?" He did he expect for her to understand that logic? She never did understand what had gone through Arkwright's mind, no matter how many times she had asked. So what else could she do but scream like this? To try to get him to understand her despite the fact that she was convinced that he never listened. Not at that park bench when she asked him to stay safe, nor in that hospital bed where she shared her concerns, and definitely not in Jubilife where he had bought the very dress that had adorned her form. Yet despite each of those trying moments, those arguments between them, there were always moments that she cherished and didn't want to let go. She thought he had known that but, "Have you learned nothing!?"
And then it hit her.
This just her being selfish. Wanting more from the man than it was possible for her to ask of him. Didn't she hate him at one point in time? Didn't he represent everything she stood against? He was a flirt, a self-centered prick, a member of galactic. Yet somehow he had gotten close to her, peeled away that shell of hers, and at one point had even cared about someone like her who had done but openly insult him. That was why she was feeling so much anguish about this. She had still fallen for him and was asking for the impossible. Honestly the thought was laughable. Since when did she have the right to want anything? But as long as she was being honest to herself, she might as well give Adrien that answer.
"I'm hurting because I'm in love with you Adrien! But you keep pushing me away like none of this means anything to you! You think if it was anyone else I'd give a damn!?" As those words had let her hips, the ginger would bring her hand away from her chest and back to her side. She wasn't expecting anything to come out of her confession, but it didn't stop it from stinging. He had essentially already rejected her and anything to do with her. He might have said he loved her and she wanted to believe it, but even so had to face that cruel reality that she knew was there.
Allowing her anger to dissipate from that point onward, the ranger released a sigh before turning her head away, catching a glimpse of the moon's veil in the process. "So don't tell me you love me when you don't even care." Raising her hands up to clutch the opposite sides of her arms, she had realized that she was still trembling. It had been mitigate significantly however she couldn't stop and she wasn't sure if it was out of anger or out of fear anymore. But it didn't matter.
"But it doesn't matter... you don't have to see me anymore but I'll still be around to protect you."
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 11, 2016 22:27:58 GMT
His last few words seemed to have hit a nerve, the woman's temper at its peak once more. Gold irides quietly studied her distraught visage at she screamed her heart out; Adrien had lost his voice to concur that indeed by leaving her did he mean that he was doing this for her sake. That by leaving her, he was protecting her. Yet she seemed to have taken another perspective to it and the Arkwright male had nary a counter against her assumptions. He had tried to reason and it failed. All he could do now was listen to her, defeated and aware that this discussion was futile one.
Alone. Eyes lazily flickered up to her as she spoke those words. Let you go. As she spoke on, it would become increasingly clear that his feelings were reciprocated. He was aware of them before but not to this extent. He didn't realize that his words were held in such deep regard, that it would hurt her so bad. That it would cause her to crumble. This wasn't the results he expected. This wasn't the outcome he could stand. Eyes would refocus on the floor, his blue threads doing well to cover his eyes when she demanded an answer.
"I... " He'd stop and swallow in the answer that he failed to formulate, he was suddenly losing his argument. The Galactic admin was confused and disoriented, unsure of what he wanted. She threw her heart out and it hurt hard - - he didn't want to leave her alone. He didn't want to abandon her. But repeatedly, at the back of his mind, Adrien would continue to remind himself that he was doing this for her sake. For her safety. Besides, he had already showed how despicable he was when he made her cry. Why did she want to hold onto him despite how broken he was? Was it pity? Or a mere infactuation she had which he had deemed to be love.
"I'm hurting because I'm in love with you Adrien!"
Eyes closed shut, the last of his stubborn resolve crumbling at those sacred words. For Adrian Mastry to admit her feelings so honestly stunned him. Her words were surprisingly getting through to him, Adrien realizing that indeed she had changed recently. And only towards him at that. "I don't..." His voice would crack slightly, his emotions getting the better of him. He had reminded himself that for her sake alone was he abandoning her - - so that she wasn't hurt. So that she wasn't taken away. But as he'd think over it now, it seemed that he was the one being selfish. The one being self - centered was himself. It wasn't her he afraid of hurting but himself. He was afraid of losing what he cherished and hence tried to distance himself from it. He was afraid of shutting himself in again.
This wasn't him being selfless. This was him being a selfish coward who was afraid of showing weakness. And in doing so, he was taking away what someone else rightfully deserved. Amber irides flickered open as he'd glance up at her, her frame now having shrunk and trembling. She was the one who was being utterly selfless and even upon confessing and accepting his wishes, she'd continue to assert the fact that she would protect him. Protect? Me? His lips formed a grimace, the man's 'fix' only happened to ruin the woman. This woman who still wanted to protect scum like him.
And all he could do was...leave.
Fix it. You promised yoh would. "Adrian." She told you what the problem is. The mask would slip from his hands and drop with a soft thud, the cobalt haired male taking slow steps towards her. Now fix it."Calm down." His voice would regain its vigour despite the dour expression he wore. Hands reached out and would grasp onto her forearms firmly, Adrien having no intentions of letting go. One arm would then slide to hold her back as he'd close the gap between them, his other attempting to hold the back of her head. She could struggle if she so wished, but he wasn't going to let go. Held in his embrace, Adrien's voice would finally sound once more. "I'm sorry. I'm not leaving you again." It was broken, it was grieving and he was glad she couldn't see her face.
"I'm sorry I'm such a coward. I was being selfish. I did it because I was afraid to lose you." The man would finally speak his mind, the words that poured out bitter but true. "I didn't want to lose you to him." There was only one man that came to mind, the same who tried to shatter everything he cherished. And with Adrian now being the only thing he cherished, there was no way he could lose her too. His grip tightened. He was still afraid yet this wasn't no longer about him. It had been for far too long and all for naught. This time, it was about her. "But I won't leave anymore. I love you."
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
Finally, after all this time, Adrian had spoken her peace. It was just like her gut instincts wanted... so why didn't she feel better? Rather than relief washing over her form, instead it was a feeling of total unconditional vulnerability as she stood there shaking erratically. Whatever defenses that she had erected had come crashing down as her heart was spilled all over the immaculate carpeted floor. Emerald irises would attempt to seek that which she had lost there, lowering away from the almost mocking gleam cast down from the lunar eclipse looming above them and wading through the blur that coated her vision.
He would speak a fragment of a sentence and her body tensed knowingly from them. He wouldn't continue to complete the rest but she could guess what he was going to say. This was the result she anticipated but it didn't mean she wanted to hear it, and she didn't; at least not yet. An unmistakable silence permeated through the air afterwards, Adrian unable to say a word after she had finished her discourse. There was nothing else to say truly. All she could do was wait for the final blow to be struck and accept it. Not everyone could get what they want and to believe this was an exception was irrational, illogical, and idiotic.
She couldn't bring herself to look up and see how the indigo haired man reacted to her confession, an irrational fear consuming her desire to lay eyes on his features one last time. What was it that she expected to see there? Afraid of what was to come, she waited for her reckoning.
"Adrian."
She had to brace herself, a sharp breath taken in anticipation for the worst. Shutting her eyes to block out as much suffering as she could, the sound of a soft thud had reached her ears followed by the sounds of movement. But she didn't have the luxury of sparing that any elaborate thought before being told to do the impossible. To calm down with that deceptively considerate voice. What exactly did he think she was trying to do clinging to herself and breathing so deeply? How could she?
It was only in that instance that the answer would come, swooping down in the form of a firm assisting grip around her arms. The sudden touch startled her, eyes flickering open in turn, but the warmth that would wrap around and embrace her served to alleviate that with ease. Feeling herself pressing against what she could only assume was Arkwright's form, the pressure that surrounded her stifling the quivering anxiety in her body, the ginger had blanked. This was it, that same sensation that she had become addicted to as she was cradled affectionately in his grasp. It took the woman a moment to realize what happened to her but by then it was too late to stop herself from being trapped under his spell once again, falling victim to him like the drug that he was.
Then the words came, but not the ones that she had been anticipating. Words of sorrow, words of regret concatenated with assurances meant to comfort her in the same way that his hold had tamed her. It wasn't the first time that she had heard these words and each time it made her feel worse about herself, taking notice of the inflection that had seized Arkwright's tone. She wanted to reach out, release herself and extend her arms to return this embrace in an attempt to comfort him instead, but doubt remained that prevented her from doing as such. A doubt that if she had done so, moved to hold him or accept this, she would inadvertently end this moment of their's. Thus she would stay there motionless as she awaited for him to finish as long as he needed. It had almost felt as if he was being considerate to her statements, paid heed to her desperate screams despite the avarice behind them.
This time it was Adrien that had began pouring his thoughts onto her, the ginger listening intently and withholding her comments to the very end. Once again he had claimed he loved her, but this time walking her through his thoughts on his motivations. For Adrien to have said, to admit, he was afraid of something astonished the already bewildered ranger... but it made sense. Actually... hadn't she already know that? Wasn't this not the same stunt he had pulled with Jason.
How had she forgotten?
Swallowing the hesitancy that clogged her windpipe, she tried to remove the bitterness and pain from her voice. His concern that he was going to lose her to him was essentially ignored as her focus was elsewhere in his claims. "So you wanted me to lose you instead?" It was a logical question, if not a selfish one meant solely to serve herself for she had already known the answer. "You idiot..."
She wanted to believe him and accept all of this as truth, relaxing into his embrace like she had in the hospital. But that was like an open invitation for her to get hurt again, to reopen those sutured wounds that were drowning in this sedative of a hold. Though with a meek motivation, her lips parted to speak her will once again. "How can I believe you?" Had it not been for how many times she had believed and been hurt, perhaps the need for this question would not be necessary. However she had to know, ensure it was alright for her to trust his word again. He had already said he wouldn't leave her on multiple occasions, but he had. He stated that he loved her, but she had already convinced herself that hadn't.
So what was she to do but doubt, despite her heart's desires?
But she hated herself for even asking it. Why couldn't she have just accepted this and been, daresay, happy in ignorance? Finding herself nuzzling her head against the curvature of his neck, she spoke out. "Prove it."
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 12, 2016 17:51:08 GMT
The woman's form felt as if it had melted in his arms, the emotional turmoil she was in moments ago dissipating as she did so. Adrian remained absolutely stationary, not a struggle nor rebuke offered his way which only had Adrien tighten his hold on her -- unwilling to let go now than ever. It seemed the ginger was quietly assessing his words, the ranger had fallen oddly silent now. Her quivering had thankfully come to halt however, although even then Adrien couldn't help but allow uncertainty to plague him. Adrian's opinion of him was perhaps deteriorating with every word he spoke and probably deemed him as weak or broken. It was possible and yet, despite being well-aware of it he didn't let go. He didn't want to release her. He was being selfish now, might as well make the best of it. Because in the end, he was still doubtful of whether she'd accept him.
Adrian spoke and questioned him reasonably, his lips flattening to form a thin cease. It was a fact he knew, yet it hurt when she spoke of it. "..." He didn't answer as if the question she had posed was a rhetorical one. Besides, the ginger knew this and her exclamation affirmed it. "How can I believe you?" She didn't believe him, he should have known. Adrien reflexively closed his eyes tight as if he had physically been inflicted pain. His chest constricted as he'd expire forcefully. How can she believe me? She had no reason to. Adrien had abandoned her on various occasions and while he could justify that he always returned, it wouldn't suffice as a reason.
She demanded that he prove it -- prove that he loved her. The man should have conceded and taken it as his defeat, that is, if the nuzzle and request that followed didn't' cause him to relax. Adrien's cheek ended up leaning on her head, a guilty smile surfacing on his lips as he'd savour the moment. "I'll prove it" A soft murmur carried with an undertone of determination. "Give me time and I'll prove it." He was given a chance despite his countless blunders, despite what he had just done to her. Don't mess up, not again. His grasp around her slackened, Adrien's head recoiling to settle his gaze on her visage now. A hand would raise to lift the mask off her face, grasping it at the back of his palm and freeing two fingers, both that would rest at the bottom of her chin.
His face would lean in, his forehead leaning against hers as he'd smile softly. She had been crying because of him, because he did this to her. And now, twas time to make amends. "I love you, Adrian." A final whisper, a final plea before he'd close in the distance and tilted his head, his lips attempted to softly plant themselves on hers. Lips would press down passionately and took their own sweet time, unwilling to break the kiss unless she so wished. He loved her. There was no denying that. Not anymore.
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
There was no response to her apprehensive question but she could feel the powerful hold tighten around her, protecting her in this fragile state. The stronger his hold had became as time passed, the more at ease the broken woman would feel in the safety of his arms. Despite the heaviness of fractures on her heart, it fluttered from the feeling of her body pressing against his. The tension of her muscles relaxed slowly, one by one, accepting this tenderness openly as her own grip around her own body loosened. What were the chances that she could stay like this forever? Forever shrouded within that warm bliss of security.
This was how Adrian was going to fall, fully convinced now that she was going to falter to his whims and not mind a bit. With how close he held her, it was difficult for her not to absorb every single detail of this moment. She could tell when his muscles constricted from her words. She could tell when his breathing shifted. She could distinctly recognize subtle actions that carried more weight than she could imagine. This was what it meant to be close to someone, to embrace them and allow them into your core. Never did Adrian believe she would see the day that she would welcome empathy.
Nor did she expect for Arkwright to consider her selfish demand, much less accept it without a shred of complaint or ridicule. In fact, his voice was soft as if worried the weight of his assertion would adversely affect her. Yet there was no hesitancy in his statement, so sure that he would be able to accomplish this task of debatable difficulty. To prove somehow, without a shadow of a doubt, that he loved her. It was moving... stirring up the optimism that she thought she had killed the second her world had crashed in front her. Thus, "I trust you," it was worth it. If he thought he could, if this is what she wanted, if he actually loved her then it was worth the risk.
One more time...
In the meantime, what was stopping her from relishing in what she could? Smothering the pain and despair behind the bewitching compassion restoring her vital spirit, she gave in to her desires. Her desire to lose herself in his embrace... To be able to love and have that love reciprocated without tragedy. Was it so strange then that she grew anxious the second the hold around her loosened? So much so that her freed hands now cautiously clenched by her side as he moved back to look her in the eyes. Why was she so terrified when he unmasked her physically that shared sentiments with her emotional state? Was it because of the lingering tears lining the bottom of her eyes that she tried to blink away as she met his gaze? Or was it because of how defenseless she was to him when he came in so close, forcing her to face him with his face millimeters away - lips so close.
"Adrien..." she'd breathe his name, tone brought low in longing. As much as she hated him before, despised every fiber of what he stood for, this man had become her obsession. She couldn't deny him any longer. No longer could she bear to reject his advances. There was no way around the fact that she had fallen in love with Adrien Arkwright. And thus with his plea for her to acknowledge his affection once again, the ginger could feel her heart swelling with joy that she wanted to express. All she had to do was say it before she lost her chance, "I love you too."
And then her breath was seized by the lush, experienced lips of the target of her affections. He knew what he was doing and it shows in the way he amorously claimed custody of her lips. Embracing her inexperience, she allowed for the male to be in control of this moment as she indulged in its euphoric bliss. It felt as if his warmth was seeping into her very being, the taste of his lips intoxicating her as she meekly followed along. There need for oxygen became nonexistent, Adrian having no desire to pull away and risk ending this moment. Every second the heat of passion would rise, consuming her in lust as a hand would subconsciously reach upwards to stroke through his navy strands to urge him to continue. To urge him not to part with her as she'd savor what she never thought she would - something so simple yet so complex as a kiss.
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