Telegraph Harbor [Open]

[Gold Soren]

"Tuesday afternoon ain't got shit to do, but fall in love with you."

The ebb and flow of the waves were consistent and timed, it reminded him of a heart as well as music. Gold had never been one for sitting still, but he enjoyed casually fishing. He never really caught what he managed to pull up it was all for the game of it. it was a game because he didn't care about what he caught that was if he caught anything at all.

Gold enjoyed Olivine, not only was it close to Goldenrod the biggest city in the region it was pretty bustling usually and he could go almost anywhere he wanted from here it was a city in which he made his decisions. What he'd do now, where he'd go from here. what job he'd apply for next. In fact it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say Gold made most of his major decisions overlooking the sea from the edge of the harbor. It was a place he came when he was lost and didn't exactly know what to do, assuming Gold ever really knew what to do or even what he wanted to do. Right now his mind was set on traveling past the sea into the other regions. Of course word wasn't exactly great about the other territories of the world, but it was something he needed to see for himself, after all no one said the condition of the world was terrible it was just Illyis was best off, right?

The trainer yanked his line from the water laying back against the wood staring at the clouds in the sky.He'd probably leave in another hour or so, but for now he was content. As the trainer lay back peaceful he recited a lyric from one of his favorite raps.

"Tuesday afternoon ain't got shit to do, but fall in love with you..."

Notes: Uh, chillin with Gold open to anyone really I needed to start a thread with him so if anyone wants some kind of plot with him here's a good place to start. He's just lying back enjoying his afternoon on the harbor really short for the most part I don't like starting threads but it's to get the site ball rolling yo. Enjoy my random rap lyrics
Music: 3005

[MARCO LAGUARDIA]

Fishing -unless you were going after really heavy duty Pokemon- was usually an exercise in doing nothing as you waited for something to take a gander at your bait. Marco, a world-class champion at sitting around and doing nothing, found fishing to be pretty much one of his favorite past times.

Currently a battered rod lay in his hands, it's line trailing into the water, as the author himself was half reclined and using his Ninetales as a backrest. As he waited the line tugged once then twice, but Marco paid it no attention; his mind more occupied with figuring how to kill off his protagonist's-

"Hmm? What is it?" Marco asked Helena as she gently prodded him with one of her tails.

The Ninetales simply flicked another tail towards his line- which was tugging a lot more insistently now.

"Pro'lly another Magikarp." Marco commented, but he still got around to pulling up the line.

It put up a fight, trying to pull away much harder than what could be expected from a Magikarp. Magikarp or not Marco was just about to throw in the towel until with one final tug the Pokemon came flying out. Literally.
The Pokemon, a Krabby, came out of the water with a plop and came loose from the fishing rod- being launched into the air in a smooth arc.

Marco wasn't the only person out for an idyllic afternoon of fishing. What went up eventually would come down -well in the case of this Krabby at least. It didn't take long for Marco to realize the inevitable conclusion of the sequence of events.

"This isn't going to end well is it?" Marco muttered aloud.

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Gold Soren