On a Cliff's Edge [Open]

[Hibiki Tsukiko]

Hibiki was tired. He missed being around people, but at the same time he wanted to be tucked up inside of his blankets with arms thrown around him. It was extremely contradictory, sure, but given the events of the week - he'd been running around like an idiot for some new professor who had come to the Dream Institute, and when he managed to complete the series of impossible tasks the task-master had assigned, the man had the gall to ask him to go down and give him "some relief". It had made him feel better to punch the guy out and coldly inform him that he was not a whore, but that didn't mean he wasn't still absolutely frustrated with all of mankind at this particular moment. A soft sigh left his lips as he shifted underneath the large tree he had temporarily decided to lounge under, his gaze occupied with the waves rushing back and forth to meet the rocky line of the cliff that he happened to be perched atop, almost as if the sea itself were trying to tug him into it. Ordinarily the Vaporeon Pokemorph would think nothing of tossing off his clothes and going skinny-dipping, or at least folding his pants up so that he could go wading without having to get the material soaking, but well... just as he hasn't been able to sleep there in the shade provided by the tree, so too could he not find the energy to heave himself up of his butt to go down to the shore. He supposed many would have chastised him for being lazy or said that he was depressed, but that wasn't the case either. He just simply didn't feel the urge to get up, and he supposed he knew why. Evan. He was busy worrying about Evan. Now he knew the elder man could take care of himself just fine without Hibiki to be there beside him, but that didn't stop the younger man from worrying about him. He hasn't heard from the other in quite a while... and that was something that had him worried. What if something bad had happened and he just hasn't gotten word of it yet? He wasn't sure he could bear the thought. He didn't worry in front of the others because he didn't want to up post them, hence why he had come out here in the first place. He'd intended on trying to catch a little sleep too... but when the nightmares started again, he ended up exactly as he was now, sitting underneath the tree watching the waves with his knees tucked up towards his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around his legs, like a frightened child warding off monsters. In a way, he was: he was warding off the monster of death from his mind...

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Took me a little longer to put this in a template than I thought it would, but that's okay, I got it done, so why bother complaining? *shot*

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[REAGAN KENDRICKS]

While most normal people were still asleep in their beds dreaming peacefully, there were those— the restless and the weary— who could find no such reprieve. It was not nightmares or worry that kept this young man awake, however. Nor was it fear fear or sadness that had plagued him over the last several months of endless traveling. Reagan was searching for someone, and he wasn't the type to give up once he'd made up his mind to do something. "God, I'm hungry." He complained. Loudly. "This town is lame. The signs aren't even facing the right direction!" In irritation, the pink-haired boy kicked a nearby fire hydrant and almost immediately cursed at the pain that shot through his toes. "DAMMIT!" He howled, causing the charmander next to him to wave its hands in concern. "Char-char! Charmander.." The little fire-type gently set its hands on its trainer's injured foot, but Reagan impatiently shook him off. "Where the Hell are we?" He grumbled instead, turning a circle before starting off again in a random direction. "Can you smell anything, Prince?" The pokemon sniffed about obediently, before it seemed to notice something. With a brief, frantic flailing of limbs, it took off running down the opposite street. Reagan shouted for the charmander to stop, but was soon forced to chase after, sleep deprivation and hunger causing his temper to flare. Going on a run at five in the morning was not his idea of a relaxation technique. "I SAID STOP!" He shouted, already out of breath by the time he reached the charmander. Struggling to keep from falling over on his side, Reagan spent a good time bent over heavily breathing before he finally straightened, and started in surprise. "Oh. A person.." A valid observation, although the person's back was to them, soft blue hair shifting in the wind. Reagan blinked uncomprehendingly before nudging the stranger in the back with the toe of his shoe. "Hey, are you alive? You're sitting on the edge of a cliff. You're not thinking about jumping, are you?" Meanwhile, Prince had latched onto the stranger's arm, garbling and trying to convey to the kind-looking human that its trainer was tired and starving and needed shelter... though it was unclear how much actually made sense to Hibiki and didn't go straight over the blue-haired man's head.

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[Hibiki Tsukiko]

Hibiki had his eyes closed, sitting on the edge of the cliff with his legs dangling down, and there was a faint smile on his lips. The sound of the waves crashing against the cliff was something that relaxed him, and he soon found his eyes drifting shut, the ocean managing to do what the serenity of a tree could not. It was almost a shame that his peace was interrupted by a Charmander tugging on his arm. He sat up, blue eyes focused on the Pokemon, a serious look on his face. "Hey, hey, calm down," he murmured softly, resting a hand on the Fire-type's head as he tried to reassure the Pokemon in its frantic babbling, "everything's going to be fi-" There was a boot at his back. He turned around to see a male with handsome pink hair and a face that made him want to melt a little on the inside. The question was what broke him out of his stupor, and he shook his head. "I'm not going to jump. I'm dressed. The only way I'd jump would be if I had on a pair of swim trunks on." The fact that the other was asking whether or not he was suicidal completely flew over his head, that was how foreign the thought was to him. He had seen it in others, yes... but never in himself. That was something that simply didn't happen. His stomach grumbled loudly, and he flushed slightly. "Would you like to get something to eat?" he asked, unaware that the Charmander had been asking for just that, at least in part. "I know a really good cafe somewhere near here. My treat?" It wasn’t something that was intended to make him want to come back to the mansion with him, maybe have a romp or something like that… no, this was something that he had offered out of the kindness of his heart. He didn’t think it was right for him to go and eat something right in front of someone, so he would at least try to offer before he automatically settled in to wait out the conversation just to grab something to eat before he went back home.

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Here. Have a Hibiki. *shot*

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