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[ELESA COLBURN]

Technology. Most people claimed it was moving too face, many said they didn't understand it. When it came to Elesa, she was not one of those people. Her fingers traced over the outlines of the machine that was pumping music into her ears via her headphones. It was one of her own creations - an mp3 player that she had pulled to pieces and reassembled with a new casing. She wasn't a genius, she just really enjoyed fiddling with things that might give her a zap.

And a few little zaps she had gotten from that particular experiment. Her hands, though untarnished by marks, were so used to sparking things from her pokemon that the little shocks had never even phased her.

Fixing her player onto the belt of her jeans, she pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes and fixed her ponytail. Today she wasn't Elesa, supermodel and gym leader. Today she wanted to just be Elesa, girl who was walking around her own town and enjoying having some time to herself. Her gym was left with a sign, reminding people to come back the next day as she began her stride away from the place - the back door her choice of exit. After all, it would be too obvious were someone in sunglasses and casual clothes to leave through the front entrance and lock up.

Heels clicked with her naturally long stride as she attempted to minimalise the swing of her hips. She didn't want people to notice her for a model's walk, but either way she wouldn't be seen outside in just sneakers. That was not something that she enjoyed.

Hair bouncing with her steps, she hummed the song playing in her ears out loud as she headed straight toward the subway. Maybe there would be someone there to occupy her day off.

[kotaro]

[atrb=style, padding: 5px][atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,background-color: #ffffff,true][STYLE= font-weight: bold; font: 16pt arial; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -3px; color: #333333; margin-left: 100px; font-style: italic;] NICE TO MEET YOU,[/style][STYLE= font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; margin-right: -70px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 2px; color: #f7f7f7; margin-left: 100px; width: 200px; background-color: #333333; text-align: right; padding: 1px;]CAN I TELL YOU BABY,[/style][STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 190px; margin-bottom: -3px; color: #333333; margin-left: 113px;] LOOK AROUND THERE'S A WHOLE LOT OF PRETTY LADIES, BUT NONE LIKE YOU, YOU SHINE SO BRIGHT, YEAH. AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU AND ME COULD SPEND A MINUTE, ON THE FLOOR UP AND CLOSE GETTING LOST IN IT. I WON'T GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT.[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/myQwd.png); border: 2px solid #FCF9F7; border: 5px solid #333333; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -108px;][/style][/style]

[atrb=style, padding: 5px][atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,background-color: #ffffff,true] i just want you to dance with me tonight

Ever get the overwhelming feeling to just want to blow something up? To take a bomb, some electric pokémon, or even an unwilling human and stick a time bomb in them? Declan's fingers itched for the satisfaction of destroying Nimbasa. The bright lights, the whir of electronics, the happy people and the ugly, modernized dome buildings - he wanted all of that to be reduced to a pile of rubble. For a while he had contemplated, rooted to the very front of the ferris wheel, killing time by having his zoroark play some tricks on the local children, but… Declan's one good eye glanced to the side. The gym was very much close by, and Declan didn't feel like getting notoriety today. It was unfortunate for him to be unable to cause trouble today. It was too beautiful a day to let pass. Too lovely and singsong for Declan's liking. If he had a say he would bleach the world white - no color, no sound, just eerie silence to sit in and enjoy. Everyone would be mute, and then Declan would work on removing the more influential individuals - the gym leaders and the elite four. The white haired male scoffed, shuffling over to face the gym. He wondered if the leaders realized that they were going at a disgustingly slow pace at the moment. They weren't even moving in to take over cities yet - and they have yet to touch the lore of a legendary pokémon. Declan's hand rose to tap at his eyepatch, his other eye seemingly lost in his sea of thought. To bleach the world white, to turn everything cheerful into the white slate the world truly was… is it possible? Is it possible to bring all regions together and rule with an autocratic fist? It would be a dream come true. Declan smirked, he didn't like the idea of working under authority - but the results will be well worth the wait. Hand ticking nicely away at the motion of tapping at his own eyepatch, Declan's gaze caught a little sign on the Ninbasa Gym entrance. 'Away', it said the girl was. Declan's eyes - or eye - lit up with the most brilliant light bulb of an idea. He could cause some collateral damage to the gym or… his eyes were cast elsewhere again. Nimbasa was full of tourist attractions and little things that Declan wanted nothing more but to explode off the continent. He hated orders, and he hated restraining himself. The itch was becoming unbearable. Like a zombie, he shuffled to the subway. That big complex that trainers like to battle on - run by two very… eccentric individuals. Declan huffed. He didn't need gym badges or stupid points to feel empowered. He was a Knight. It's time people realized that - wait. Declan's head snapped upwards like a mechanical instrument. In front of him, is that not the gym leader? His mind tugged hard at his memory, but to no avail. instead, Declan strode forward, hands in his pockets and gaze set directly ahead of him. He picked up the pace, catching up to the golden haired girl and… In a second his hand had flew out of his pocket as he bumped into her from the side, tugging at her headphones and making sure he pulled enough to make them fall. Then, as his hands quietly slipped back in his pockets he stopped - standing a few feet away, and turned his head. "… Well, sorry." Was his apology, turning around only partially to face his new subject of attention. "Hope I didn't hurt you," He spoke in a monotone. There was just a little hint of suspicion in his voice. Just a little bit, to set off the sparks.

[ELESA COLBURN]

She had been enjoying her time alone, had not really cared about the time that was being wasted for trainers who so desperately wanted to challenge her. She had no care for any of those things the nearer she got to somewhere she might be briefly entertained. It was however, with disdain that she felt her headphones pulled from her head. Swift movements slipped her hands from her pockets and caught them before they hit the groun, preparing to give whomever had bumped her a piece of her mind.

However, the man apologised and she had to soothe her anger. After all, she couldn't make a scene without the papparazzi being on her in seconds. There was something about his tone of voice however that set the hairs on the back of her neck on edge. That had her guessing the hit hadn't been entirely an accident. Fingers gently and subtly trailed over the pokeballs she kept under her jacket and she looked up at him carefully. "Your apology is accepted, and I'm fine. Perhaps you should watch where you're going, though, the subway can get crowded at the best of times and if you're not paying attention in the station, it might not work too well for you in the trains."

She fixed her glasses higher on her nose, very sure she didn't want this random man to know who she was in case she was some kind of reporter. "Are you here to challenge the subway, then? If so, you can go in before me. I'm only here to relax, so I wouldn't want to get in your way." At least that was what she outwardly said. Elesa could never deny that she was paranoid when it came to men. Most of the ones she'd known had wanted more from her body than a simple wave, and she was not going to open herself up to a random attack when she wasn't armed.

Thankfully she always had her pokemon on her. If worse came to worse she could break off the end of her player too, to give him an electric shock. Yes, that would definitely work.

[kotaro]

[atrb=style, padding: 5px][atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,background-color: #ffffff,true][STYLE= font-weight: bold; font: 16pt arial; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -3px; color: #333333; margin-left: 100px; font-style: italic;] NICE TO MEET YOU,[/style][STYLE= font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; margin-right: -70px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 2px; color: #f7f7f7; margin-left: 100px; width: 200px; background-color: #333333; text-align: right; padding: 1px;]CAN I TELL YOU BABY,[/style][STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 190px; margin-bottom: -3px; color: #333333; margin-left: 113px;] LOOK AROUND THERE'S A WHOLE LOT OF PRETTY LADIES, BUT NONE LIKE YOU, YOU SHINE SO BRIGHT, YEAH. AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU AND ME COULD SPEND A MINUTE, ON THE FLOOR UP AND CLOSE GETTING LOST IN IT. I WON'T GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT.[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/myQwd.png); border: 2px solid #FCF9F7; border: 5px solid #333333; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -108px;][/style][/style]

[atrb=style, padding: 5px][atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,background-color: #ffffff,true] i just want you to dance with me tonight

"The trains?" Declan pondered thoughtfully, his hands shifting in his pockets. He hadn't planned on riding any of the trains. Moving carriages on steel rails prove too much of a noisy nuisance and safety hazard to be relied on as a method of transportation - much less a fun activity to be enjoyed whilst having your so-called partners fight to exhaustion. Looking around, however, it would seem that many civilians do fancy this sweaty adrenaline-induced nightmarish pastime. "I wasn't thinking of getting on the trains. My… peculiar interests take me elsewhere, I'm afraid." Declan tilted his chin upwards. He wasn't as much as a tall person as he was a smart person - and he tried to make himself look as imposing as possible in the face of someone, well, at least a head and a half taller than he. While is was undoubtedly one of his insecurities, Declan wasn't out to admit it to anyone. His perceptive eyes - or eye - were fixated on his acquaintance as she pushed her glasses up, scrutinizingly taking in every detail he could possibly detect. Was she insecure…? Declan almost shook his head. A girl with her figure didn't need to feel 'insecure' about anything, which meant she was hiding her face… and what a marvelous job she was doing. Declan smiled at his own sarcasm, hands coming out his pockets to perform a semi-reassuring gesture. Though it seemed ominous at best, "You don't have to hide yourself from me, I believe I know exactly who you are." He shrugged. The business and daily pastimes of influential individuals barely brought the excitement he needed in his life. He had better things to do… like somehow sabotaging the operations in the subway or causing a public relations nightmare for the organization he supposedly pledged allegiance to… "I am not here to challenge the subway. Moving cars and battles don't mesh together well in my mind - but you…" Declan let himself stare directly at his acquaintance's face, sentence trailing off into nothing. She had a strange hairstyle, blonde - perhaps the more suitable word for her appearance would be electrifying - shocking, in a bad way. Declan was undoubtedly younger, yet he was the one with the practical fashion sense in his t-shirt and loose jeans? The world has gone mad. Further examination could tell Declan that the gym leader was acting on the defensive - trying to keep herself closed off to everyone else. Reminds him of himself, but with more of the so-called 'Nimbasa glamor'. "Why hide your face?" He asked curiously, ignoring the people having to swerve around him to get to the subway trains. "Have you been involved in some strange scandal, an unspeakable act that gained you public notoriety?" Declan listed the negative things that would make a person hide by his fingers. Then, he settled in with a smile. "Or is it just privacy?" While he in fact did not know much at all about Nimbasa's gym leader - he certainly knew how she looked from the files he was required to scan through as part of organization protocol. He knew her activities only as much as the reports said. She was a stranger - they were both strangers to each other - but Declan felt as if he already knew everything he needed to know. Information gathering and spying can be such a terrifying tool. "They assured me you would be in your 'office' today. Taking challengers. Not in the subway, getting in the way of my fun." Declan complained. With a gym leader here, it would be ten times as hard to get away from an ordeal unscathed. Anything he did would have a most unpleasant electrical effect. Calmly, he began to reorganize his schedule in his mind, possible contingencies and escape plans as he coolly waited for a reaction.

[ELESA COLBURN]

Elesa's focus remained on this slightly peculiar young man who had somehow managed to hit her (she imagined on purpose, too, considering how readily her headphones had flown off her head) and then stood perfectly still before igniting an entirely unnecessary conversation with her. Okay, so she'd had part in it too, but most people wouldn't have hit as hard or done quite so much apologising afterwards. "So you're just heading towards the subway.. with some other interest in mind than riding the train. I suppose I'm doing the same, but nevertheless."

Like a pokemon in the safari zone she watched Declan carefully, her eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses she was so desperate to hid ebehind. No, she definitely wasn't insecure but she was definitely worried about what this man was doing in her city when he was just standing around knocking people as if he had nothing ebtter better to do. "Perhaps you do, perhaps you don't, I'm concealing my identity for my own reasons," came her quick and slightly sarcastic response to his coaxing. She was not about to pull off her glasses and be swarmed by people she didn't want to be swarmed by. Even if he was trying to get her to exactly that. Elesa had just wanted a day off where she might have stopped in to talk to the masters - the twins who she considered friends.

"But me what?" She replied again sharply, no longer interested in what he had to say. He seemd off and she was practically sparking at the edges in fear that he might cause some kind of drama for the people she knew and loved - the people of her city. "I hide my face because I want to hide my face, not because I have any kind of notoriety. I doubt very much that you know who I am, and perhaps I just like this style of sunglasses. Who are you to make questions about my life? It's sunny out so I am wearing sunglasses, I care about my eyes." She lied swiftly, sweeping her fingers over each of her pokeballs in turn.

It was his next sentence that caused her to grab hold of her Zebstrika's ball. Just enough to tighten it within her long fingers as she looked him over. "Well I don't know who 'they' is but I am able to take a day off from the gym when I choose to. If you're planning to have 'fun' in the subway without riding the trains I would like to know what you're planning now." The kid knew her. Somehow, despite being out of her regular wigs and more "proper" attire she was recognised but someone she didn't know and he was complaining that she was going to ruin his fun. Now that just struck a thousand warning bells, it was as loud a signal in her brain as the tune of the ferris wheel.

Using her free hand, she swept her sunglasses up onto her head to stand before him, pulling her pokeball from her belt just in case. "Now that I know you're aware of who I am, I would like to know your business here in this place." She snarled. No one was going to mess with Nimbasa. No one.