Post by !coma on Mar 24, 2008 15:57:12 GMT -5
Behind him, one of the speakers in the ferry's primitive sound system crackled obnoxiously to life. Startled, the pokemorph twitched to attention, the fine hairs along the length of his tail, reminiscent of a whip in it's structure, stood upright at the surge of electricity that had jolted painfully down his spine. Briefly, the faint drumming of his heartbeat hastened, his breathing became sharp and jagged and adrenaline coursed through the dilated blood vessels enthusiastically. "Holy motherfucking..." Felix snarled at his own weakness. Ships spooked him. Large bodies of water, like the ocean, gave him nightmares. Every time he'd managed to calm himself down and even begun to enjoy the blissfully serene voyage, something would flip the "terror switch" into the "on" position and he'd be sitting in the toilets -- assuming the fetal position -- with his eyes closed, rocking backwards and forwards. Either that, or hiding under one of the tables in the cafeteria.
All the small sounds that the ship made -- the creaking, the occasional groan of the engines -- gave rise to the morph's fear that they were about to sink. (Felix found that a truly disconcerting thought, and panicked desperately at the prospect of being entombed within the deepest recesses of the ocean floor, trapped inside the steel prison.)
"Hello, this is the Captain speaking,-" The Luxray morph barred his fangs, glaring over his shoulder at the dusty red plastic megaphone. "-we should be making port at Sunflower Docks in less than an hour. Please ensure that you take all luggage with you as any remaining articles will be removed without warning. Have a nice day."
Felix ran a pale hand through his hair, guiding the rebellious locks back into place. Although he'd traveled light, failing to bring with him many of the finer garments that his impressive wardrobe housed, the fashionista was left untroubled. He'd brought along his favourite few outfits (and knowledge of a few decent clothing stores), which gave him the opportunity to reinvent himself... aesthetically, at least.
Turning away from the metal railing, one hand lingering for the briefest of moments on the cold white fence, he made his way to one of the empty seats on deck. Few had ventured out into the harsh sunlight, and those that had were under the shelter of a parasol; Felix had no use for such frivolities, as his skin was always the same bloody milky white, which aggravated him to no end when he first tried to obtain a suntan.
In the far distance the faintest outline of the approaching region had begun to appear; a fantastical mirage lingering on the horizon.
Habitually, he tugged at the collar of his jacket, claws gently running over the stylised upturn that he coveted. This jacket had been with him a while, perhaps because he could never quite seem to throw the garment away, and it wasn't just his love for its timeless design that saved it. The dark grey, bordering on black, material had kept well, considering how badly it had been treated over the years. It was his favourite; something that could go seamlessly with virtually any combination that he could think up, while, at the same time, highlighting the subtle contours of his torso. Today he'd paired it with a pair of dark blue drain pipes and a black silk shirt, despite the unbearably hot weather (his saving grace was the light wind that rolled over the sea, keeping him fairly cool, in spite of the unrelenting sun).
Felix hardly batted an eyelid when the speakers finally rattled to life, light snores already drifting out from his slightly parted lips.
"We are about to arrive at our destination. Please-"[/color] Yawning loudly, the Luxray morph stretched his arms behind his back awkwardly and rolled his neck, which gave a satisfying click. Ignoring the rest of a truly inane announcement, he stood and returned to the innards of the ship to collect his single coal-grey backpack through the little red door on the right side of the deck. Weaving through the claustrophobic corridors with ease, he located the small room he'd inhabited for the journey. It wasn't much, that was for sure, and he'd been less than happy having to sleep in such a small space -- Felix scowled darkly at the thought, golden eyes narrowing. His trainers made odd squeaking sounds against the cheap rubber floor as he took the two steps towards the unmade single bed. One hand on the wall for support, he leaned over the bed and reached to the other side, claws grasping at the coarse material of the backpack with impatience.
Felix flicked the light-switch with his tail as he exited the room, obscenely heavy pack draped over his left shoulder.
He'd boarded the ferry for safety. Instead of traipsing about the rest of Kanto in search of Pallet Town for a Pok?mon, he'd gone the more direct route from Vermilion, fleeing from the possible threat of those men in black for good. He hoped, at least. Maybe those villainous thugs had infested Soaeniin too and were awaiting his arrival on baited breath. Probably not, but he'd get himself some Pok?mon first, just incase they showed up.
Wandering down the hall, he felt a sudden shift in the movements of the ship; the great beast seemed to shudder and swing to the right, knocking him momentarily off-balance. Shit. Felix hissed in annoyance at the ship's unexpected docking and stalked up the flight of stairs immediately to his left.
Up on deck, he was caught up in the great flood of people pushing and struggling to leave the ferry, biting his lip in outrage as he was manhandled to the exit. Felix literally saw red as one of the particularly eager brats knocked him forward as he stepped off the ship, causing the pokemorph to fall flat on his face onto the Sunflower Docks.
"MMRRRPHH!!!" He screeched indignantly, hitting the ground with his fists with his face still pressed firmly into the paving stone of the concrete docks. THAT BRAT SHALL DIE! Leaping to his feet, the morph glared around the docks, choosing to ignore the bunch of laughing tourists behind him. God. Life failed.
At that moment in time, the thought that he was presently going to get his very first Pok?mon -- i.e. super-powered killing machine -- bubbled to the surface of his mind, pushing just a little bit of the frothing-at-the-mouth rage to the furthest corners of his psyche. Frowning, he scanned the buildings, looking for the lab (or a sign indicating to its whereabouts), when he saw something far more interesting. "Hatchery...?" Intrigued, he walked towards the building, barbed tail swishing behind him with each powerful -- actually, more like limping -- stride.
Pausing at the door, the morph raised a hand to knock and hesitated slightly before his knuckles made contact with the Hatchery door. It might have been a good idea to clean himself up after his fall, looking down at his clothes that were now covered with a thin layer of grey dirt, which he promptly brushed off; there were a few specks left on his lower pant leg, but that would have to slide for the time being.
"Hello? Is there anybody in there?"[/ul][/sub][/size]
