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gladion "microwaved by dog" pokespecial ([personal profile] familyproblem) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash 2022-09-09 07:01 pm (UTC)

Gladion | Pokemon Adventures

1. Rattled

[-Gah!

Seeing that'll wake a guy up real fast.

Minutes later, Gladion is up on his feet and moving. Rather than finding a way up and out, though, his first move is to check the floor. All over the floor, in fact, a scrawny kid in fashionably ripped clothes ducking to peer into corners and gingerly shifting skeletons (with a grimace) to lift their shirts away from the timbers. Thorough, and not clumsy, but unmistakably frantic about it.

An interruption makes him jump. He reflexively slaps at his hip, but of course there's nothing there. Conscious of being alone in the face of possible danger, Gladion rises to his feet, ready to spring into action.]


Who's th-

[He rises to his feet too fast and clocks his head on a beam.]

-ow shit.

2A. Emergency Exit

[This is weird as hell, tbh.

Not the generosity part, that's normal. Maybe. The scale of the city is more like the Megalopolis, but the inexplicably helpful strangers wouldn't be out of place in any Alolan city Gladion's set foot in.

But there's just...something strange about most of them. Gladion thinks, at first, that it's just his own nerves, and he should try to be trusting. But there's something about the interactions that makes him feel cornered. But maybe he's just letting his pride get in the way - but, no, the third unprompted offer of charity has the same cloying feel to it that the first two did. Maybe he doesn't have evidence to prove it, but he's sure these people want something from him.]


Thanks. I'm in a rush.

[Gladion is brusque, flustered and torn between (probably) needing whatever he's being handed and wanting to get away immediately. He snatches the pamphlet and ducks around the woman, walking quickly for about ten feet and then breaking into a run.

He's not quite sure why he did that - the gate of the public park he runs to isn't even around a proper corner, that wasn't a getaway, and he probably just attracted attention - but it's fine, he has more pressing things to think about.

He shoves a hand back through his bangs, getting his shit back together, and looks around for a bench so he can set down the laptop he's hauling around under one arm and read all the handouts he's been given.]


2B. Gluttony

[The moment Gladion finds a place to sit down (the edge of a fountain in a moderately-busy square) and unwrap his lunch (a gifted sandwich, contents unknown), he is accosted by a trio of pigeons.

They mill back and forth near his feet, like pigeons do. And the boy stares openly, staying stock-still, a little wary but mostly bemused and fascinated. For almost a minute his attention is rapt and his hands are unmoving.]


...Hey.

[Being pigeons, the pigeons do not reply.

Gladion picks up his sandwich. Their pacing and circling becomes frenzied for a moment. He pauses again.

He looks around himself. Left. Right. No eyes on him that he can tell. No eyes on the birds either.]


Hungry?

[No reply. His brows furrow, and for a moment Gladion's expression is clouded, pointed at the ground. And the pigeons.]

Me too. Sorry.

[He takes a bite. (The lack of response from the pigeons perturbs him.) And another, watching them do nothing but pace back and forth, picking at nothing on the ground.

Gladion looks up again suddenly, all around himself, and settles down again, and peels a crust off of his sandwich. And then a strip of cheese, and a bit of leafy green, and sets down the sandwich to shred them each into bits. When he leans down to set the whole handful on the ground, the pigeons coo and fuss and swarm the offering. Gladion sits back up slowly, frowning at the commotion.]


I don't have any more.

[The pigeons are unbothered by this.]

4. Early Bird

[Down goes the sun, and up it comes again. And Gladion comes staggering home, fur falling out in clumps behind him, hoodie ripped truly beyond repair now with the sleeves hanging off him and the front tied together mostly by the drawstring. There's little flecks of blood all over his pants, and some on his face from biting through his lip; even as the fur on his arms and shoulders gives way to human skin again, the long canine teeth and black claws on his hands remain.

Werebear fatigue hits like a truck, on top of the basic physical and mental exhaustion of a first transformation. Get home, go through the door, lock it, then sleep all you want, is the plan. But the more of the sun's light creeps over the horizon, the less and less likely it looks that he can make it to his front door under his power, or even his home street. Feet dragging, vision fuzzing, Gladion is seriously considering trying to find a porch to cram himself under, or an abandoned yard, or anything as long as it gets him out of sight before people start waking up and leaving their homes.

The boy staggers and almost faceplants against a streetlight, catching himself with his shoulder and just...leaning against it for a moment. If he closes his eyes, he's going to fall over right here. So he won't. He just...needs a moment.]

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