Post by ¿Piez? on Dec 1, 2009 23:07:19 GMT -5
Lonely.
Jess was very lonely.
He'd been on his own for almost a month now, and already the true cold, depressing sense that arised from lack of social interaction was setting in. While he had never been a very social person in the first place, having no one to communicate with was new to him. And he didn't enjoy it.
The Leafeon Morph sat in his typical hunched-over position on the rough, rocky edge of a cliff. Below him the lights of Blackthorn City gleamed brightly. It was almost beautiful. Almost. It would have been lovely had he not been chased out of the town by a group of armed men and their Houndoom a few hours ago. Clearly he was not welcome there. He'd have loved to have a warm place to sleep tonight, or at least some hospitality, but clearly no Pokemorphs were allowed here. He had to settle for a cold night wrapped in his hoodie on hard, rocky ground.
Alone.
Again.
He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he forced them back. He'd promised himself he wasn't going to cry again tonight. It made him feel soft and weak. He had to be stronger than that if he wanted to make it out here on his own...
((Drag anyone the hell in. :D))
Jess was very lonely.
He'd been on his own for almost a month now, and already the true cold, depressing sense that arised from lack of social interaction was setting in. While he had never been a very social person in the first place, having no one to communicate with was new to him. And he didn't enjoy it.
The Leafeon Morph sat in his typical hunched-over position on the rough, rocky edge of a cliff. Below him the lights of Blackthorn City gleamed brightly. It was almost beautiful. Almost. It would have been lovely had he not been chased out of the town by a group of armed men and their Houndoom a few hours ago. Clearly he was not welcome there. He'd have loved to have a warm place to sleep tonight, or at least some hospitality, but clearly no Pokemorphs were allowed here. He had to settle for a cold night wrapped in his hoodie on hard, rocky ground.
Alone.
Again.
He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he forced them back. He'd promised himself he wasn't going to cry again tonight. It made him feel soft and weak. He had to be stronger than that if he wanted to make it out here on his own...
((Drag anyone the hell in. :D))
