Post by Gabrielle Viaris on Sept 26, 2011 4:45:20 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius: 25px; border-radius: 25px; background: url(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee475/llamaturtlelove/background1.png); width: 450px; border: 2px dotted #aaaaaa, bTable] Tinny Violins | |
[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top][atrb=style, width: 100px; background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6] ☆ tags: Slate ☆ words: 329 ☆ outfit: Uniform (with trousers), black coat, boots. ☆ notes: ☆ credit: oxygen of ote | [atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6] It had just reached eight o clock in the morning when the relative peace and quiet was interrupted by the sound of tinny violins reaching a dramatic, even tinnier crescendo. Gabrielle was lying with her back against a tree. Her bag was tucked under her arm and her Houndour, Cerberus, was draped over her legs. Both owner and Pokemon had their eyes shut and Cerberus was snoring faintly. Gabrielle opened one eye, pushed up the sleeve on her left arm and checked the time on the chunky, old-fashioned digital watch on her wrist. She pressed a button on the side, cutting off the violins mid-wail and shook Cerberus. She pushed him off her legs, stretching them out. "Come on, Cer" she said. The Houndour raised it's head then flopped it back down, trying to give her the cute eyes. "Oh no you don't. We've got work in an hour, so no no more naps, you hear?" Gabrielle said, mock sternly. She reached forward behind his ears, then tweaked them. Cerberrus rose to his feet, tongue lolling out. "There's a good boy." she cooed. "Are you a good boy? Yes you are, yes you are! Now, breakfast." She pulled the bag over to her and took out first a small water bottle and then two large tupperware lunchboxes, one with a knife and fork taped to the outside of the lid. She opened the first lunchbox and took out a big, raw steak. This she tossed it to Cerberus, who pounced upon and began savaging it. Then she washed her hands with the water from the bottle and popped open the second lunchbox, this one having an actual cooked lunch inside it. She sat back against the tree, playing with her food absently. It was rather pleasant here. There weren't that many wild Pokemon this close the Ranger HQ, and even fewer people. Though, she thought, looking down at her food, a few people might be of some use, if only to help eat this. |