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Post by KANE on Jan 23, 2012 11:04:11 GMT -5
Like Father, Like Son
Two Weeks after the Battle of Olivine
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[STYLE=border-right: 3px solid #000000; padding: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 200px; font-size: 30px; color: 000000;]THERE'S NO |
[/color] C O[/color]L O[/color]R IN O[/color]UR ENC O[/color]UNTER[/style] [STYLE=padding: 3px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 1px solid #E8E8E8; width: 440px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;] 出会いに色はなくて モノクロ • GI O VANN I[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg); width: 223px; height: 121px; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.8; float: right; margin-top: -162px; margin-right: 5px;]  [/style] [STYLE=font: 7pt small fonts; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: B8B8B8; padding: 3px;]MONOCHOROME NO KISS BY SID - LIKE FATHER LIKE SON - ALYSSA & SILVER[/style] [STYLE=background-color: F5F5F5; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 435px; margin-left: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: 757575;]A lot of people think family is important. That the stars are family with the son, or, look at that nest of meowth purring up against their mother persian? Family~ They are the crux to build a home around, with Mr. Mimes pruning the bushes and how-dee-doo-dee pidgeys sing above your car. Giovanni idled in his luxurious black sedan, checking his gelled back hair in the rearview mirror. He curiously sniffing the 'new car' smell of the bellosom-shaped air freshener, before boredly watching the waved of Olivine City's coastline. He was waiting surreptitiously in this cleared area on the outskirts of the ruined Olivine lighthouse to meet with Nox representative. A woman's voice promised him the exchange for his son. "He ran away from home to fight. He didn't have my permission, and I have been worried to death," he'd lied. As the anonymous wealthy benefactor of Nox - the one that communicated through messenger representatives or over an untapped phone. In this chill evening huddled on the edge of the world, he wore a black trench-coat and fedora. His tires sunk onto grass on the side of the pavement. He was at the drop-off point. With his money, he parcelled a nice fitting bribe. That money might have spent in Nox's name, like Newt Gringrich's superPAC, to begin a little chaos in LUX's financial ranks under the blame of his favored NOX rebels. He had gotten in contact with a rather powerful woman. A sharp voice, very demanding for information, though of course, he would not yield - and then, a 'the veteran' was put on the line. He was promised Silver. He had offered a check at a smart time. Nox was in dire need of medicine. Giovanni had said he would come to Olivine City. He said he had wanted to meet with Silver Corleone, embarrassed by the sugary nobility of the name. He knew that brat would be hanging around the camp, pretending to be some sort of hero. Darkness had fallen on the woody outskirts of the battlefiled. He got out of his car on the slim maintenance road, shut the door, and looked out past the dike and at the sea. Giovanni had no home but the base. He had no family but Team Rocket. He had never needed, nor wanted, the burden of a little boy asking him what's this and what's that - reason number one that senile professor invented the Pokedex. He never had the patience for it. Rather, toss the kid out and let him figure it out for himself. That was how he learned. You know, back in the old days, the pokeballs had to be twisted open like child-proof vitamin containers. They had to be thrown with enough force to activate the capture mirrors within. Everything was cheap and flimsy and broke if you were irresponsible. Silver had it easy, learning in the era he did. Where ever he learned it. What the hell. His son was a stranger at this point - but he knew one thing. That kid would never fit in with Nox. Not if he came from the Madame Boss's blood. So might as well pick Silver up. He felt it was nothing special. This might as well be day-care or some after school program. Enough of this front-line, foot-soldier, tom-foolery. He didn't mind so much ten years ago. His son tramped around when it was relatively safe. But to be a soldier? He was just a kid. [/style] [STYLE=text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: 757575;]TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/quote] |
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Post by KANE on Jan 23, 2012 18:03:00 GMT -5
Alyssa found herself caught between a rock and a hard place as of late. Ever since her promotion to the position of Hoenn’s Leader after the Battle of Olivine two weeks ago, she’d had trouble adapting to the position of Leader. She wasn’t a born leader, that much she knew. But for now she could make do with how well she was adjusting. How well was that, though? Some would say too slowly, and the white-haired young woman didn’t know what to think. Now though, she thought something was up. A few days ago, she had heard a seemingly one-person argument taking place. Only upon seeing that the source of the noise was a woman on the phone did Alyssa take interest. A Guerrilla for Nox had been taking the call, but stepped down when Alyssa requested to take the line.
The man on the other end had given her a sense of discomfort, but she had pushed it aside. His voice, strong and subtly commanding but smooth as silk while he spoke, was familiar. Bells ringing in her mind, calling upon memories from years ago to remind her that the air of familiarity coming from his voice was not a hallucination, but instead real. His face, though, was still shadowed over in her head, and it bothered her to know that she was missing a piece of the puzzle to his identity. Truly, in this case, all she had was a voice so there were a good number of pieces missing. She had been convinced, thought, to cooperate with his request at the offer of a check – a fairly generous one at that. As a Leader of Nox, she knew she had to think of them above some doubts she may have. Nox needed medicine, and the promise of money was something that could get it to them.
Something still doesn’t feel right… the Veteran Trainer thought as she moved, the young man requested in hand. Silver Corleone, a young man that towered over her, had been at her side in the Battle of Olivine. They’d saved Amphy together just before Olivine’s beloved Lighthouse fell to its death upon the ground, towards the beach. He’d been shot, though, so she knew exactly where to find him. Nox medics were taking no chances with patients, and keeping somebody with a non-life-threatening wound (such as one to the arm) under surveillance for a couple of weeks fit right into that. She’d found him and requested he come with her to help her investigate something.
"We believe some Lux agents have taken refuge in the ruins of the Olivine Lighthouse. Come with me to check" was what she had told him, and now she was leading him by his injured arm.
She was excruciatingly careful not to wrench or twist it further than its healing range of motion allowed it, but just put enough pressure on it to assure he didn’t turn and flee from her as soon as possible. If all else fails I can just kick him in the shins… she thought a bit wryly, glancing up at him, his towering height over her presenting quite the difference between the two of them. ”This should be rather quick…” she told him with a small smile, approaching the cleared outskirts of the ruined Lighthouse as night fell on the port city.
Admittedly, she didn’t want to be back here - at the site of what some would call her greatest victory in this war so far. She didn’t want to be reminded, but she would do what she could for Nox.
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Post by KANE on Feb 10, 2012 19:06:31 GMT -5
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[/IMG]  [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 473; ♙tags: Giovanni , Alyssa; ♙lyrics: Glass by Eyedea & Abilities;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]I'll be fine…[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Generally, getting shot in the shoulder was the type of injury that most people would consider rather serious. It wasn’t likely to be fatal, but regardless, the receiver of such an injury would surely be relegated to intense bed-rest and would be watched closely. They’d, at the very least, be kept out of action for the foreseeable future. So why is it,[/color] Silver mused bitterly. I’m being literally dragged, by my injured arm no less, back into another conflict?[/color] The stone-faced trainer shot a disapproving glance at the silver-haired Regional leader leading him forward by his wounded limb. He didn’t know Alyssa that well, outside of their one brief partnership in the battle for the Olivine Lighthouse. And yet, here she was, guiding him back to the site of that short union. It was strange that she had sought him out, of all people, to accompany her back into the now-ruined lighthouse to search for Lux spies. Sure, Silver did have quite a reputation for himself, which was only bolstered in that battle, but surely there are some more trusted Nox members that she could’ve brought along with her? As esteemed as he was, the stoic young man was hardly a close confidant of Nox’s higher-ups. The peculiarity of the situation was only accentuated by Alyssa’s refusal to release Silver’s arm. She wasn’t twisting it out of place, but he could faintly sense the application of a very mild amount of pressure. It was almost as if she was ready to twist the hell out of him if he made an attempt to get away… “…Alyssa,”[/b] the stern trainer murmured, at a volume barely loud enough to hear. A hardly-detectable trace of suspicious lingered in his tone. “I already said I would go to the lighthouse with you, and I’m perfectly aware of where it is… Is it really necessary to drag me around like this?”As the two of them neared the now-destroyed structure, Silver felt a tingle touch his stomach. Something was wrong here. He wasn’t sure what, but he knew that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be pretty. He had been aware this entire time that something shady was going on, but it wasn’t until now that he felt a small sense of dread build up within him. When Alyssa assured the black-clad trainer that their current task would be over shortly, all he could manage in response was a raised eyebrow. “Exactly what will be rather quick?” he inquired as the shadows of night began to settle across his serious visage. “I’m starting to get the feeling that there ARE no Lux agents, and that we’re not here to ‘check up’ on anything at all. Too many things don’t add up. So please, would you be so kind as to tell me if this is the case or not?”[/b] [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]…suffocating from my own mask.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: This post is so terrible… OTL;[/style] credit to gREY of OTE[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [/quote] |
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Post by KANE on Feb 10, 2012 19:06:53 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-right: 3px solid #000000; padding: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 200px; font-size: 30px; color: 000000;]THERE'S NO |
[/color] C O[/color]L O[/color]R IN O[/color]UR ENC O[/color]UNTER[/style] [STYLE=padding: 3px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 1px solid #E8E8E8; width: 440px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;] 出会いに色はなくて モノクロ • GI O VANN I[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg); width: 223px; height: 121px; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.8; float: right; margin-top: -162px; margin-right: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=font: 7pt small fonts; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: B8B8B8; padding: 3px;]MONOCHOROME NO KISS BY SID - LIKE FATHER LIKE SON - ALYSSA & SILVER[/style] [STYLE=background-color: F5F5F5; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 435px; margin-left: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: 757575;]It has been quite a long time since Giovanni last found himself eavesdropping. His windows were rolled down and his headlights turned on. The sun was beginning to set and a cool, moist air that promised fog rolled in with the strong breeze. He touched the revolver hidden beneath his trench-coat with his black-dyed miltank-skin gloves. He could hear a familiarly rebellious voice and he decided to get out of the car. He leaned against the elegant, muddied vehicle on the abandoned service road as he kept an eye on the advancing Nox combatants. They walked on the dirtcoming from the direction of the lighthouse, which was still in sight. The rear of his car faced them - a commanding woman and his private of relative. So this was one of the Nox generals whom his money fed? Giovanni hid his eyes beneath the brim of his hat, preferring to shield them like his concealed weapon. He touched his car keys and the trunk popped open. A black suitcase was revealed with metal clasps preventing it from bursting open with Team Rocket's milk and honey - cash. "Thank you Madame Nox. It looks like you have done everything I've requested. You have been more than helpful," he daid tipping his hat to woman standing a step ahead, a greedy smile mysteriously appearing on his half exposed face. "My son thinks he can save the world, but he can do this quite well back home." His eyes tipped up under from under his hat to inspect his son, that lost boy whom he had never planned to seek out when he first ran away. Silver had grown up like a weed. Perhaps, all his blood had rubbed off since. His hair was all messy. He seemed reluctant of the woman who held his arm so well. There was nothing at all 'Team Rocket' about him, standing in those dirtied rebel's rags. But it was in the quiet and dangerous eyes of Silver's grandmama that Giovanni took hope, the same he saw this very evening. The sturdy man walked removed the briefcase from the trunk. He propped it up on a ledge of the car and clicked it open to check the bills - it looked right. Archer had packed it with the perfection of an accountant. Sharply, he shut the trunk and closed the distance on the pebbly ground between himself and the two Nox. He handed it over to his friend, the Regional Leader, whom he had heard so much of. "Our agreement." Indeed, she was very young and Giovanni wondered once again how the generation beneath his had become so great. Finally, he addressed his son. "I wouldn't have minded what you did with your life, but it was incredibly foolish of you to join the army. What were you thinking?" [/style] [STYLE=text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: 757575;]TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/quote] |
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Post by KANE on Feb 24, 2012 18:01:10 GMT -5
”….is it really necessary to drag me around like this?”
She didn’t necessarily want to remain clinging to him as she was, but there was something about the way the man over the phone had spoken that made her cautious that one side or another wouldn’t necessarily like the turn of events. Although she knew the man on the other end of the line had asked for the young, red-haired man she now tugged behind her, there was something that set her off about it. Would Silver react badly? It didn’t hurt to be cautious, but she didn’t want to risk Silver’s flight from this promised encounter for whatever reason.
I wonder what will happen… she couldn’t help but think as they drew closer. Was the man on the other end of the ling using her to get to Silver, for some reason? Despite the fact he had offered her compensation for her services? Yes, that was a possibility, she felt. She would keep her guard up. Something I’ve noticed about fishing is that it usually doesn’t work out too well for the bait… she thought, keeping her eyes directed ahead until she could see tail lights of a car. If things turn ugly…I’m not sure what I’ll do, exactly, but I won’t let too much harm befall Silver.
In the setting sun and growing fog of a seaside evening, she could see the tail lights better and even a man’s silhouette that got out of the car. She unconsciously tightened her grip somewhat around Silver’s wrist, not wrenching his arm but securing the hold she had on him, in case he reacted worse than she was expecting. The lighthouse was passed, now, and she toted Silver along with her as they came within sprinting distance of the vehicle. The trunk popped open of the car, and Alyssa was able to see the light from within it when she finally stopped, the man’s words reaching her ears.
She halted silver at the same time as her own footsteps and nodded to him when he tipped his hat in a respectful manner. Her curiosity about this man was growing. Silver was his son, she’d known that much upon arriving, but who exactly was he? She wouldn’t ask now, though, she would remain silent and see what her ears told her upon observation from the conversation…provided she was able to stay.
The man kept his end of the bargain for their exchange – his voice had an air about it that told her he was not the sort of man to dodge around his binding contracts. At the sound of his voice and crunch of gravel beneath his shoes, she extended her hand to take the case he offered her. Undoubtedly, it had his currency of their exchange, while hers was the young man she did not let go of.
”Thank you, sir.” she murmured, bringing the hand that now held the briefcase behind her body as she gave him a small bow of respect. Her hand remained around Silver’s wrist as the man spoke.
She couldn’t help but agree with his words, and she looked up at Silver, questions sparking in her eyes as she searched for his gaze. She didn’t know what she potentially just created by being a catalyst between these two, but she would see it through one way or another.
She didn’t like the feeling that she had just traded Silver’s embodiment of free will to join Nox’s ranks for a payment, but the concern that a father could lose his son on the battlefield when the latter left against the former’s wishes was something she did not wish to carry the knowledge of. With any luck this will end easily..
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Post by KANE on Feb 26, 2012 22:45:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]I'm gonna run from the voice of reason[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]til it turns to laughter[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]against the masquerade[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]like I don't believe in the morning after.[/style] |
[/IMG] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 823; ♙tags: Giovanni & Alyssa; ♙lyrics: Glass by Eyedea & Abilities;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]I'll be fine…[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] As the two of them began to approach an extravagant, yet dirt-blemished car on the side of the empty road, Silver felt anxiety rise up within him, like mercury in a heated thermometer. A light fog had begun to roll in, and the entire area was silent, save for the quiet howl of the wind rushing over the barren earth. Silver could barely make out a figure leaning against the side of the vehicle… As if he were waiting for them. He was right. Something fishy WAS going on here, and like a fool, he quite literally allowed himself to be dragged right to it. The fog, combined with the distance he and Alyssa were from the figure, and the fact that this man seemed to be hiding his visage beneath his hat, made it impossible for Silver to make out exactly who it was. But somehow, there was an air of familiarity about whoever-this-was… And it turned that building anxiety into pure dread, forming a heavy, cold pit in the center of his stomach. As they drew ever nearer to the car, the man came more into focus. The clearer he appeared in Silver’s vision, the more his temptation to break away began to gnaw at him. Without warning, Alyssa stopped the b lack-clad Nox member in his tracks, holding her free hand out in front of him, as the man began to speak, ending his statement with a painfully familiar smile. Silver felt his heart skip a beat as the phrase “my son” left the man’s mouth. My son. As the phrase began to sink in, so did everything else about this man: his voice, his style of speech, his mannerisms, and that smile… That damned smile that he had seen far too many times for his own liking. This man was none other than the leader of Team Rocket, and Silver’s father, Giovanni Sakaki. …This… Can’t be happening, Silver thought hopelessly as feelings of despair flooded his conscious. The entire world was spinning beneath his feet right now. How did Giovanni manage to find him, after successfully evading him for all these years? Did Alyssa realize just who this was? If she did, then she knew Silver was the heir to the leader of Team Rocket, and if she knew that… Silver started feeling light-headed. If she knew that, there was no way she could keep it a secret from the rest of the Nox higher-ups. Silver silently gulped, as beads of sweat appeared beneath his blood-red bangs. Even if Alyssa didn’t realize who she was talking to, how could he keep the identity of his father a secret? There was no way he could keep up that charade any longer. Despite the state of turmoil Silver’s mind was in at that moment, he managed a small, vitriolic smile as he watched Alyssa take the suitcase from Giovanni. “…Well, I didn't expect this from you, of all people, Alyssa,” he began to address the Hoenn leader, struggling to keep his voice steady. “We fought together, side-by-side, in the Battle of Olivine. We worked together to save that Ampharos from that lighthouse before the damn thing was destroyed. We both placed our trust in each other, and yet, here you are now, selling me out for nothing more than a sum of money. This is who the people believe in to liberate them from Lux.” The statement contained a trace of bitter humor, rather than accusation. However, regardless, it was still clear, biting criticism, whether it was said in an accusatory tone or not. Once that sentiment was spoken, Silver slowly turned his head towards Giovanni, the man who he had shunned as a father and renounced all relation to. But here he was, threatening to uproot his entire world and place it on its side. The bitter smile dissipated immediately as Silver shot his father a look dripping with venom. “It’s been awhile since we’ve last seen each other, father,” he started, spitting out that last word distastefully. “And yet the first thing you do is speak to me as if I’m still the same small, weak child that I was when I first left.”[/b] His gray eyes burned with intense defiance as he kept his gaze fixated upon Giovanni’s face. “Let me assure you… I’ve grown more than just slightly since that day. So before you go any further… What is it that makes you think I’d be willing to obey you now… When I refused to do so when I was just a child?”[/b] Given his current position, Silver was in no place to strike out at Giovanni, no matter how violently the desire to do so burned within him. With his injured arm still being held in place by Alyssa, he was restricted to a very small area of movement. Even so, he was sure that Alyssa would jump in if he attempted to attack the Rocket Boss. Who knew what other terms their deal entailed? [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]…suffocating from my own mask.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: Sorry for lamepost. OTL Here;[/style] credit to gREY of OTE[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [/quote] |
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Post by KANE on Mar 15, 2012 15:19:44 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-right: 3px solid #000000; padding: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 200px; font-size: 30px; color: 000000;]THERE'S NO |
[/color] C O[/color]L O[/color]R IN O[/color]UR ENC O[/color]UNTER[/style] [STYLE=padding: 3px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 1px solid #E8E8E8; width: 440px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;] 出会いに色はなくて モノクロ • GI O VANN I[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg); width: 223px; height: 121px; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.8; float: right; margin-top: -162px; margin-right: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=font: 7pt small fonts; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: B8B8B8; padding: 3px;]MONOCHOROME NO KISS BY SID - LIKE FATHER LIKE SON - ALYSSA & SILVER[/style] [STYLE=background-color: F5F5F5; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 435px; margin-left: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: 757575;]Giovanni ignored his son's poisonous remarks. The kid writhed like an ekans in his tall, dark, and mysterious presence, but Giovanni had dealt with all kinds of snakes in his time. His son was nothing special among his typical group of hot and cold-headed crooks. The rebellion of his son was laughable. What was he? Some sort of kindergarten teacher to mouth off to? Silver always had a criminal spunk. Giovanni recalled the day he was requested to pick his son up early from the Cherrygrove Happy Oddish Daycare Center to deal with one of Silver's incidents. His cheeks had been sticky from tears and ketchup. The daycare lady, standing between them just like Alyssa, went over the entire story of the fight his son had provoked. Giovanni never had much time to deal with his sons antics, and he always heard about them from the people he paid to take care of the squirt. Silver had grown nearly two feet since his father had last see him. Finger by finger, Giovanni gingerly pulled off his leather driving gloves. The boy's tongue continued to twist with derision as the Team Rocket Boss began the second glove. Finally, putting them together, he slapped Silver a neat, stinging strike across the face. "A child is exactly what you have been since the day you left,"[/i] Giovanni stated with the suppressed tone of disgust in his deep, quiet voice. "It's an embarrassment.""This mouth of mine," he said referring to his son, now addressing Alyssa, "is full of teeth. I have certain expectations of him that he just decided, one day, to up and abandon. Thank you, again. --Silver. Get in the car or I'll tell her everything about you. You are half your father, after all, don't forget? Even here, you are only fighting for your own selfish little ego. Now, I'm bringing you back to Cherrygrove. You are the heir, and I will be old soon," he muttered, disliking the confession. [/style] [STYLE=text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: 757575;]TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/quote] |
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