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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2016 1:45:47 GMT
▲ The dull thumping roar that could be heard throughout the air was annoying. It rang in one's ears, pulsing in bones and disrupted the flow of blood in such a way that caused him to grit his teeth as he walked, hands shoved deep into pockets. Although Gilroy was usually all for partying and everything that went with it (perhaps even, a little too into it all) tonight was one of those nights where he just wasn't in the mood and everything managed to piss him off. Having come from a forced family dinner in which he'd barely managed to slip away from before his brother had chosen to pick the fight that had slowly been bubbling all evening the only thing that the tall, tan man wanted to do was go home and just flop into bed. May or may not include screaming into a pillow until he'd worked out all his frustrations, though perhaps he'd be polite and refrain from that. It was late after all. The night air was pleasantly warm, everything around still heated up from the sunlight only an hour before. The breeze that blew through the streets and tall buildings was gentle; barely a tickle designed to help cool down those who needed rest so that they might drift off with ease. All in all, it was a lovely evening though all of that was lost on Gilroy and his bad mood. Turning the corner to his apartment building he couldn't help but snarl, amber eyes flashing with rage. Of course the loudly blaring music had to be coming from outside his building. Some idiot had decided that tonight was the perfect night to throw a party and no one was going to complain about the noise because everyone he lived around where the spoiled brats of rich families. (Gilroy conveniently forgot to include himself into that category, though the truth was there.) He wouldn't be getting any rest here. Not tonight. Turning to go with the decision in mind to at least hang out somewhere a little quieter for a few hours until most of the guests had passed out he all but ran into a short little thing, reaching out to grip her arm in support before she could fall. "Sorry."@astrid
omg I don't even know MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2016 22:00:51 GMT
"Heep-"
The world was too loud and too fast and the bass rocked her to her core and made her tremble and feel sick. Her stomach was turning and she couldn't breathe and there were too many people, too too close to her, and she hadn't meant to get caught in the middle of this, but she had been reading and hadn't noticed until the last second, even with D'artagnan mrrting and mrowling to warn her- and where was he? They had been separated in the mayhem, and she was without her pokemon, her friend, and she could scarcely see, hardly breathe-
Someone stepped into her- or she stepped into them, she wasn't sure. She felt herself dropping, and then a hand on her arm, holding her up from the ground, assisting her, and she turned her head-
Astrid peered up at the angry looking young man, and felt tears well in her eyes. A strange. Touching her, glaring, like she had done something wrong, and maybe she had, she couldn't remember, couldn't think, couldn't breathe-
"Raaowr!"
The sharp screech came from D'artagnan, slipping lithely through the crowd to confront the strange with his hand on Astrid's arm. Normally reserved, and generally against excessive violence, the persian understood only that his owner was upset and that this unknown person had a grip on her arm. It upset his pride somewhat that they had even been separated, and he would be damned before he let some odd human manhandle her.
He approached, stiff-legged and fur bristling up, back arched slightly as he hissed. He showed his fearsome teeth and claws, stretched out so that they touched the ground as he moved, a warning growl coming up low and deep from his chest. His tail lashed from side to side, ears pinned back, pupils mere slits swimming in a sea of furious blue.
Startled from her panic by the familiar sound of a furious persian, Astrid focused her blurry attentions on the cat pokemon, and reached out a hand. "Not- duh-don't- Dart-" she didn't want the strange lad torn apart, however much he seemed to be glowering.
What a mess of a night.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 22:35:32 GMT
▲ Ah shit, she looked like she was going to cry. Was she crying? Gilroy couldn't tell but either way, he didn't like to see that kind of expression on such a pretty face. Keeping his grip on her arm only until he was sure that she had her feet under her (though from the looks of it, the girl could probably crumple and pass out any second; had someone slipped something into her drink, maybe? That was a little worrisome, he didn't like to think of what might happen to her if they had.) At the angry sound of a Pokemon fast approaching he slowly released her, though the snarls did little to cause him to make this decision. She had someone - or something, at least - here to protect her and maybe the Persian could help to calm her down. Obviously she wasn't overly enjoying herself and her Pokemon seemed to understand that completely. "Easy now," Gilroy had to speak louder than he'd want, over the noise of his neighbor's party. "Maybe you should sit down. Are you okay?"@astrid MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 4:52:05 GMT
Sit down. It was a simple instruction, and really more of a suggestion, but it was one which Astride acquiesced to gladly. Her legs felt like they had the consistency of jello, and just as much strength as a bowl of the stuff, too. She dropped to sit cross-legged on the ground, heedless of the cool asphalt beneath her rear.
She felt sick and weak and she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling altogether too cold and too hot at the same time. She leaned forwards slightly, and only belatedly realized that a steady stream of babbled apologies and half-explanations were spilling with some frequency from her mouth.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, suh, I duh-didnt mean- t-too much too loud too-"
She felt a warm muzzle shove under her elbows, and instinctively she shifted and wrapped her arms around Dart's warm neck, pressing her face into the short fur and breathing in the familiar scent. Immediately D'artagnan began to purr, the sound loud and vibrant, so that it filled her ears and helped block the uncomfortable thud-whud of the music bass.
The Persian glanced up at Gilroy, and the look was very pointed; if he was in this to help, then he needed to help, dammit. Find a bottle of cold water or, better yet, a quiet place for his overstimulated owner to find reprieve. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 3:50:55 GMT
▲ Something was definitely wrong with her then. Gilroy was still hoping that she hadn't been slipped something; the after effects of those were always nasty. Crouching in front of her his hand hovered as if to touch her knee, something hold him back from actually making the contact with the woman. Trying not to startle her he continued to speak in as loud as voice as was needed to get over the din, though refusing to outright yell. "Come on, I don't think this is a good place for you to be sitting, and your Persian looks like it's going to kill me."He carefully got to his feet again, glancing around a moment. "Is it okay if I touch you? There's a park about two blocks away; much quieter than here. You'll get stepped on if you stay sitting on the ground I'm afraid. These guys aren't really known for paying attention when they've been partying."@astrid MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 11:04:41 GMT
The sound of his voice was loud, but not nearly so much as the music, and especially with D'artagnan purring so loudly in her ears. Astrid had to focus to hear him, and that- that was good, because having to focus on one thing made her heart race a little less, made the pounding in her head pause, just a bit. Her chest ached and she wanted to sit and not move, but it was loud and active here, and, he was right, she might get stepped on, and it just made more sense-
Astrid nodded slowly at Gilroy, refusing to meet his gaze, tears spilling down her cheeks. Touch- touching was, it was okay, just not too much, just not anywhere but maybe her shoulders, and she swallowed and thought to try and tell him that, but her voice felt shaky even before she could use it.
She stood carefully, and D'artagnan kept close beside her, pressed against her hip and purring steadily, tail curling around her waist. Someone danced too close and the persian turned, spitting a vicious hiss that sent the unfortunate party-goer scurrying away. Dart returned immediately to his duties, his purr never failing as he pushed his muzzle against her waist. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2016 7:50:28 GMT
▲ Very slowly he stepped back as she got to her feet, making sure to keep an eye on how steady she was standing should she fall. Although shaky, she seemed to have a decent footing especially thanks to the Persian that seemed to be purring non-stop for her probably because of the tears still somewhat rolling down the poor girl's face. Looking around Gilroy attempted to judge the best way out of this crowded mess, nodding to himself just barely as he mapped out a pathway. Looking back at the woman he held out his hand, voice gentle. "I'm going to touch your elbow, okay?"Gilroy hesitated a moment before doing what he'd told her, being sure to use only the lightest of touches against her as he carefully began leading her out of that loud mess and somewhere a little quieter. It wasn't really like he was going out of his way to be nice; he had planned on leaving the area to begin with and he hated to see anyone cry. Tears were his worst enemy and she had hit the nail into his heart with her own. @astrid
i'm sorry ferb ;A; /the worst MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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