Post by Fidge on Jul 11, 2009 12:49:12 GMT -5
His sudden, loud voice is enough to draw you back a bit, alarmed a little bit at his enthusiasm which really isn't that necessary.
So loving, so caring. They were nice! But ooh, my mother is no longer living. Dad, though, he's all about underground digging -- just like me! Ahem, yes. He calls me Byron, and whenever I was too busy digging holes and dinner was on the table, Byron Hyouta was the name! It is my birth name, so it would make sense, wouldn't it? Gwaha! Of course it would, kid! [/ul]
My Friends call me...
You blink a few times as he mentions this, eyebrows narrow together in concern. What sort of adult man calls his friends "ROCKS" and seems fine with it? With a small shake of your head, he carries on, as he apparently is very good at.
But I do have some human friends as well.
Ah, well, that was abit of a relief.
Depending on who is addressing me, you'll get a different name! Sometimes I'm the Canalave City Gym Leader, sometimes I'm Byron -- and other times I'm Daddy. There are some people, younger kids specifically, who just call me "ol' fossil". Such a compliment -- cause I LOVE fossils! I love those kids! Kids are great.
Such a joyous spark reflects in his dark eyes as you catch the obliviousness and animation in his mannerisms and personality already. You cant help but chuckle a little at it.[/font]
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I'm not an it! I'm a...
You sigh and rub your eyes with her fingers and begin to think: Seriously. What a stupid question to ask. The guy as a funny looking beard, for crying in a bucket.[/font]
Heh. Hm. Well, OK. I'll tell ya, but only once. I'm a male -- boy -- man. Look at these muscles. [/font]
Byron flexes his muscles proudly, lips splitting apart in a wild grin as his posture adjusts to one of perfection, beaming in his own, masculine pride.[/font]
C'mon. Can it get any more obvious?
They are nice muscles, aren't they? Ha! Yes, I knew it so!
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I am a...
I'M A COLLECTOR -- DEFENDER -- LOVER OF THE FOSSILS! I /LOVE/ FOSSILS! Who would not? They're very interesting. They tell a whole story just within a little, dirt covered artifact. Something, some place, at sometime, was here -- you have have a piece of it! Ahh, I could spend all day in the caves -- digging holes. In fact, I do. That is all I do, but--[/font]
You hold up a hand and tell him to stop right there and that there is tie to explain all that later. With a reluctant grunt, Byron crosses his arms over his chest.[/font]
Hm! Fine, then.
Along side with that, I'm a Gym Leader! Bet'cha cannot guess where --[/font]
You open to mouth to speak, but before you can reply, you get interrupted. Figures.
HAA. okay, I'll tell ya. I'm the Gym Leader of Canalave City. You know my son, Roark? He's a Gym Leader in Oreburgh City. Neat, huh? Cause we're both Gym Leaders.. and we both love fossils. Though I love them more! More than he ever will! Don't listen to what he says!
I used to be the Gym Leader there, but now I'm a Gym Leader in Canalave. My Pokemon are steel and rock hard -- they're tough! You think you can beat'm?
Once again, your mouth opens to speak, but Byron butts in again.[/font]
HAHAHA! Is that so? Well, then, we may just have to battle sometime and see who really is right![/font]
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I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm...
He lifts a hand to his cheek and scratches at it with a passive shrug, not seeming phased by the question or real caring of his appearance.[/font]
but I'm not going to buy it! No! I'll look like my age of fourty-two old -- that is fine by me. Fossils don't use wrinkle cream, so there's no need for me to. I'M STILL YOUNG AND HEALTHY! I won't be retiring my hobby of mining anytime soon!
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Do you think I need a diet?
Mm. Meat.
But besides the point, I think I'm pretty well fit. Did I show you muscles? .... Yes? I'll show you again to be sure![/color][/font]
Byron clenches his fist together as he flexes his arm again, another vibrant smile etching across his prickly face.[/font]
Mm.
What is that? You want more information on my clothing? Oh, of course.
Well, this is my cape. I love my cape. It's brown and touches all the way to the floor. I feel like a real hero running around with my cape. In fact, I never take it off. I don't think you would take it off if you had a neat cape like this, would ya?
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I'll take that as a yes.
It keeps me warm when I'm in the cold, damp caves since the shirt I wear doesn't help much. Because I never take it off, it has tears in it -- but that is okay! I will not replace my cape -- it is dear to me.
Look at these cargo khakis! Aren't they the best for digging? Mm-yes, I think so! I can put all sorts of things I find in the pockets, and they're baggy and comfortable -- more comfy than ANY shorts in the world!
A shirt I usually wear. It's white when I go into the caves, and covered in dirt when I come out!
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Nothing is too fancy about it, but I love my shirt.
These gloves -- see these gloves on my hands? They match my shirt-- though I don't really care about that. I care about they protect my hands as I work. They're miner's gloves, so they get their job done just fine!
I guess you're also wondering what is with my beard and hair. [/font]
Byron lifts his hand to his chin, stroking the sideburn-beard combo pensively. He twirls the tip of the goatee inebetween his thumb and index finger.[/font]
Hmph. I like it -- I love it. I suppose I just let my purple hair grow out as it pleases with a trim every once in awhile. I've got better things to worry about than how clean cut I am.
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My emotional disposition?
Go HeeroFerret for drawing this. c:
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Things that are Groovy:
Impatiently, you tell him to move along to the next subject, seeing as he is merely repeating himself again with twice as much animation. He seems offended at first, but carries on away to the next topic which just so happens to be ... [/font]
♥ - Digging - .......... Byron glances at you, awaiting approval to go ahead and ramble.[/font] I could spend all day digging for fossils. Mmhm! Hours and hours I do spend in the caves, mining. It is what I do when I am not at my Gym! Sometimes people have to run and find me when there is a challenge since I'm not always there. Sometimes I may be nearby, and sometimes I may be all the way a Iron Island! It is a short distance from my Gym, but one most take a boat to get there.
♥ - Rocks - I LOVE ROCKS. They're not as awesome as fossils are, but they're still great! Did you know that rocks are the most intelligent things on the planet? They're around for so long -- they never die! And they're everywhere -- watching -- listening. Rocks know everything -- things we cannot comprehend because of their knowledge. I'm going to find out everything every rock as to say, because I'm sure it's a lot!
♥ - Iron Island - I LOVE IRON ISLAND! It's filled with fossils -- so many fossils! So many rocks! It is one of the reasons why I live in Canalave City -- to excavate fossils out of the caves there! [/font]
♥ - Defense - I LOVE DEFENSE. I love it, love it. Mainly youngsters get so annoyed in my Gym because of how strong my Pokemon are -- how they can withstand every pitiful little blow they have to offer! It wears their Pokemon out, but mine are all relaxed since they don't have to do much of anything! HAHAHAHAA!!
♥ - Steel and rock types - I LOVE THESE TYPES! They're strong in defense and I think they're beautiful too. They're sturdy and heavy -- like a real battler should be. Mm! Yes, if I had to be a Pokemon, I'd be a steel type.
♥ - Roark - I LOVE MY SON. /explosion.
Roark is the best son in the world! I love him! Ever since he was a little baby I've loved him. We've had so much time together out in the caves -- just doing what we both love best though I love digging in the caves more than he does no matter what he says. Mmm! Roark is still my son -- he'll always be -- and it's a great honor!
♥ - Riley - I LOVE RILEY. Riley is Roark's friend -- he's almost like another kid to me. They're almost the same age and everything. I watched them both grow up together and I've spent time with Riley as well seeing as he was always with my Roark. They're close, so I'm close with him too.[/font]
♥ - Steven Stone - I LOVE STEVEN. HIS LAST NAME IS STONE! LIKE A ROCK! Steven digs and digs and looks for rocks too -- like a real man! That isn't the only cool thing about him, but the fact he trains STEEL type is neat too! Ahh, I cannot help but wonder if I influenced him any as he grew up -- I really hope I did!
♥ - His shovel - I LOVE MY SHOVEL. Her name is Stella! I go everywhere with her! Without her, half of the stories I have to tell wouldn't be real. She is a one of a kind shovel and gets the job done! .....
No, you cannot hold her, so don't ask! Byron bares his teeth viciously at you as he grips the handle of the shovel protectively close to his body.[/font]
♥ - Meat - I LOVE MEAT. Any kind of meat! It is delicious and easy for me to cook! Mmmmm -- and that's all I gotta say about that.
♥ - Steelix & Bastiodon - I LOVE STEELIX AND BASTIONDON!! Look at them! Look at how strong their defense is! They're my two favorites! Not only are they high in defense, but they're nice too. Yes, Steelix and Bastiodon are the best -- and they're so cute too!
♥ - The sun - .. Hmm, y'anno. No real reason, actually. I just do. It's shiny and makes everything warm -- I LOVE warm weather!
♥ - Perfectly dug holes - Who doesn't like this!? Such tedious work it is to make the perfect hole in the ground. I respect anybody who can achieve such greatness with their bare hands!
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Things that aren't so Groovy:
x - NOT fossils - Sometimes when I'm digging, I'll find something in the dirt that looks like a fossil -- and I get so excited! But when I pull it out, it's not a fossil -- and that is when.. I start to cry.
x - Cold weather - When it's cold, it makes it difficult for me to go outside for a long period of time -- which means I cannot go out mining -- which means no rocks or fossils! No! I hate the cold weather. I can tolerate heat fine.
x - Rejection - Who doesn't like this? I don't like this. Some people can be plain mean.
x - All those teams - They're all crazy and obsessed with random things that aren't fossils and digging. The one from my region loves space! Who cares about space? They're kooky. Mhm!
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But...I'm afraid!
... Also, I am afraid of misplacing my shovel -- losing my shovel. I don't know what I'd do without my shovel...
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GWAHH I GET NAUSEOUS THINKING ABOUT IT.[/font][/color]
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I like to...
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My reason?
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Mandatory Angst:
She said she loved me because of my sense of humor and kindness -- and especially my passion for the things I love! I met her at a museum back in my college days, and I couldn't help myself. I spoiled her with everything I had back then -- which wasn't much. She was too gorgeous.
As much as she loved artifacts, she loved history more.. and she used to love me.
I tried to do everything to keep her happy..[/font][/color]
"Yes! She said yes!"
The thunder booming cry echoed throughout the night's air. Ecstatic and animated, a young man danced down the damp roads of Oreburgh City. All the love letters, fancy dinners, and expensive gifts had paid off their debt. If there was anything Byron loved more in the world, it would be his new fiancee who proudly wore a ring of sparkling white gold upon her delicate finger.
He couldn't sleep that night, enthralled with excitement. He had reached his goal as any young man, which would be obtaining a woman to spend the rest of his life with. It was shocking to him that she had accepted his rugged hand in marriage -- for he wasn't sure if the timing was right.
But it was.
It was the perfect timing.
She had agreed.
A stormy night. The harsh wind beat against the windows of the humble cottage. The door opened with a creak, hot rain dripping from his hair and plastering against his youthful face. His black eyes glinted brightly at t he sight of his wife huddled upon the bed. His eyes drifted to the young child by her side, his signature crown of auburn hair pressed against the cottony pillow in which he hugged alongside his mother.
Suddenly, the woman sat up. She wasn't sleeping-- she couldn't. How could she? It was another restless night without Byron next to her on the bed. The two year old child, going on three years of age, brought her little comfort as he took his place next to her.
She looked over her shoulder at the man, "You're back early," she said in a blunt tone of voice, unable to face him completely."
It was nearly three o'clock in the morning.
The foreman felt the sarcasm twinge in her voice, and it made his heart sink. Heaving a sigh, Byron shuffled his feet inside the room, only to be stopped by the woman as she lifted a hand, "Take off your muddy shoes first," she said coldly before crossing her arms over her chest and peering halfway over her shoulder to watch him intently. Gently, Byron removed his shoes and left them by the door. Hesitantly, he made his way into the bedroom. He sat beside the woman, head lowered, before gently whispering her name, "Tanya.." he said, his eyes soft as they gazed upon little Roark, coiled up in a little ball before him and sleeping quietly. An oblivious smile eased upon his face.
"Byron," the woman said in response, "look here."
The male pulled his eyes from his adorable son to his beautiful wife, "Yes, Tanya, I have to tell you something."
"I don't want to hear it," Tanya began sharply, "Do you not notice these tears? Look at me," she said hurtfully as she motioned to her face, "All you do is spend days and days working! Work-- work-- work! Do you not care about me at all!? I'm always --"
"Tanya, not so loud. You'll wake --"
"I don't give a shit anymore! You've got to listen to me -- we go through this every damn night!" In a vigorous movement, the woman rose from the bedside and pulled back her long, red colored hair in a messy ponytail, breathing out in a shaky rhythm to try and contain her emotions. The man stared at her, seeming to be in absolute shock of her sudden behavior.
"What is with that face!? You act like everything is fine! No, Byron. Things are not okay. They haven't been okay, and you know that. You just do not want to admit it and face it. When I was pregnant with him, things started to not get okay, and it is YOUR fault," she said, clear distress wrecking her once lovely sounding voice -- music to the man's ears. But this.. this was appalling.
"I have told you countless times -- I work to provide for this family!"
"No. You love work too much. You are married to work. Two jobs is too much. You have to give ME the attention I need! Byron--" Tanya said, rubbing her temples with her fingers and trying her best to maintain a somewhat normal composure. Her hands curled into little fists in frustration, "I cannot do this any longer!"
The male stood at this, alarmed at this exclamation, "But I have news, Tanya! Please listen!"
She covered her face with her hands, feeling the warmth of her tears within and peeked up from her fingertips, a look of irritation crossing her face, "If it has to do with one of your stupid jobs, I don't want to hear it."
Byron ran his hand through his damp hair and shifted closer to the woman, "A job. A new opportunity. I got a call this afternoon to lead an elite team into the cave of Iron Island! Just think of how beautiful the waters are there! And the neighborhoods! Tanya, the neighborhoods are fantastic! Roark will have some people to play with when he ages! There is nothing for him here that would interest him as a child in Oreburgh.."
Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, "Are you suggesting we move?"
In high hopes, Byron nodded in an animated movement, "Yes! Yes! A new adventure -- like a new discovery!"
"...Fuck you," she spat venomously, "we've already settled down here -- I love it here in Oreburgh. You're not even listening to what I have to say! Byron, what the HELL is wrong with you!? You don't understand at all!" she said, placing her palms upon his chest and shoving him back a bit.
At first, he looked awfully hurt. His eyebrows tweaked together and a look of fear cascaded over his face. He stammered out a few words, hoping to calm her down, "... I'll do anything to see you happy again."
Tanya's icy blue eyes flickered up to face the man, her porcelain skin reddened from frustration, "You've said that plenty of times, and I've given you plenty of chances. I feel like I'm repeating myself again."
At this, his expression changed into one of fury, "You don't understand! This opportunity is rare. Give it some thought, Tanya!"
"I'm tired of arguing with you every night. Get out. I don't love you anymore."
She. Didn't. Love.[/font]
Whether that was her full reason for leaving or not, I never found out. Just a letter a few days later that said she had left and wished not to be a mother anymore. What.. was I suppose to do..? It was odd! I cannot help but think something that psychotically wrong with the woman. How I could go into more depth about this situation, I don't want to. It's none of your business anyway.
I wandered the streets I once danced upon in joy, cradling my son within my grasp. Depression came over me -- and I couldn't work for days which made me even more depressive since I love my jobs.
I.. could not let Roark know about my failure as a husband. It was crush -- smash -- break his heart to know about all the arguments and all the troubles I faced with my wife. To this day, I don't know her whereabouts.. mmmn.
Somewhere with a man who can probably satisfy her needs more than I can, apparently.
But, now I could move if I so desired, and take on this new chapter in life. It was the silver lining on the rainy cloud, so to say..
"Boo! I see you! Hey -- don't run from me, shortcake! I'll get'cha!"[/font] Byron called out as he scooped up the giggling youngster from behind the sofa as the child tried desperately to toddle away.
The scurry was in vain-- Roark discovered-- as he soon found himself high into the air with his father's large, rough hands tucked around his delicate ribcage.
An explosion of giggles was heard from both of the figures as they basked in the love they each exchanged generously.
The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted the two, and they glanced at eachother before walking down the corridor of the house, shifting past the cardboard boxes that with held so many relics and belongings Byron had yet to unpack.
He held Roark close to his form with his burly arm cupped around the young child before cracking the door to peek and see who it was.
A delightful looking young lady, with holding in her arms a rectangular tray with tinfoil over it.
This could only mean one thing -- food.
Instantly, Byron opened the door, showing the woman a toothy grin and merely grunted in a greeting. Roark gripped the black shirt of his fathers and gazed down at the woman with wide, crimson colored eyes. [/font]
"I hear you're new here to Canalave City! Welcome! We live right next door to you-- we're the Mizushimas! I'm Mrs. Mizushima, and this is my darling son, Riley," she said, nodded her head to her right and a young boy, no older than six, shifted from behind his mother.
Byron's grin grew as Riley revealed himself. Byron instantly thought this could be a playmate and friend to his own son -- and that made him even happier.
The fossil collector crouched down to Riley's level,[/font]"Lookit you! Aren't you a tall fellow! How old are you, champ?![/font]
"Six," Riley said in response meekly, a small smile of amusement curling upon his face. He looked over at Roark, who merely gazed back, even when Byron tried to coax his son to wave. The miner lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers in Riley's direction, but his sparkling eyes kept their glance on Roark -- eager to see if he would wave back.
The child of three was awfully shy.[/font]
"C'mon, Roark, son! Say hi! Wave your fingers.. like THIS!"[/font]Byron said, pressing his thumb and finger against Roark's small wrist lightly and shaking the young child's arm up and down. Upon releasing, Roark finally waved with a broad smile across his petite lips,[/font]"Hiii~" [/font]Roark said in a high pitched voice, and then buried his face into the flesh of his father's thick neck. The scene was enough to make Byron throw his head back and release a robust laughter, and Mrs. Mizushima to chuckle under her breath. The muscular man sat Roark down upon the ground, causing the child to only lean close to his father and latch onto his cargo pants. Roark stared at Riley, who was staring back with his arms crossed, a faint smile lingering on his face. [/font]
".. if you need anything-- ANYTHING from us at all, mister, uhm--"[/font]
"Hyouta, miss! I'm Byron Hyouta!"[/font]
"Well, yes, then! Mr. Hyouta-- Byron. Don't hesitate to ask! We're very much happy to have some new neighbors move in! Here you are-- I do hope you like brownies!"[/font]
Byron watched as the nice lady turned on her heels and glanced down at Roark.[/font]
"Hmm. I have a feeling you'll make some great friends here, Roark."[/font]
With that, the door shut.
The brownies were gone in a matter of hours.[/font]
.. And so, a magnificent friendship began! I love this friendship! Roark became such good friends with Riley that day forth. Mm! Riley's family was so nice-- so dear! They kept my Roark at their house as I worked my new job-- I trusted them with every fiber of my being, otherwise I would not of let Roark stay at their house all day. Mm! No! They did a great job keeping my son safe and influenced him into the man he is today!
It wasn't too long after that, another young kid was coming over to our house as well... [/font]
It was getting late -- awfully late. Both Riley and Roark were collapsed together in the Iron Island cave, wrapped up in blankets with dirt on their faces and exhaustion flourishing over their nimble bodies.
It wasn't every day Byron had a day off from his work-- only to go back to the caves to take his son and two friends inside for a little camping trip. Not that Roark, Riley and Steven were unfamiliar with the patterns and tunnels of the cave -- they knew it like the back of their little hands. But it was nice to have Roark's father join them for once.
The muscular man narrowed his eyes in the direction of the preteen boy that sported a mop of unique gray hair upon his head. His icy eyes seemed to glisten as he looked over at the older man, a very faint smile appearing upon his face as he continued forth to digging a hole alongside the father.
Byron looked back over at Roark and Riley, who were in a deep sleep and shrugged his shoulders with a grin. He couldn't help but ask,[/font] "Steven, why aren't you sleeping, hmmmm? Aren't you tired like the other two?!"[/font]
Though excitement rang in his voice, he kept his tone just above a whisper. Steven merely shut his eyes briefly, his smile growing,[/font] "I don't want to just quit the progress I've started so early,"[/font] Steven said in response, glancing over at the older male, noticing Byron's smile lengthening.[/font]
"That's the kind of response I'm looking for!"[/font]
Byron said ecstatically, his voice rising and causing the two other boys to shift restlessly. Roark opened an eye and rolled over to face his father and good friend. With a little moan, he rubbed his eye,[/font] "D-Daaaad.. not so loud.."[/font]
With that, Roark couldn't keep his eyes opened for much longer, and shut them, quickly falling back into a slumber.
The night was spent as the two talked to eachother-- mainly about steel type Pokemon and rare stones. Time slipped away as dawn broke forth, and Riley and Roark had much trouble waking up their friend Steven as he lay by the pile of dirt that had grown tremendously compared to when they first started to dig.
Byron was still awake as ever, and suggested they all get pizza for lunch before he had to go to work.
Steven Stone! Haah! Such a nice lad he was! Mm! He shared such a passion for rocks and steel type Pokemon-- and I couldn't help but see a little bit of myself in him! Though.. he was sort of a priss... so my son says. I'm not a priss. Never was one-- never will be one.
I met him on Iron Island when he was only THIS high,[/font] Byron holds his palm to about hip level and laughs loudly in amusement. Time surely had flown. He puts his hand on his bearded chin for a moment, a small smile on his face. It quickly vanishes as his eyebrows knit together.[/font]
When Roark was thirteen, he came running home with tragic news. I had gotten back from work early that night, and he had gone off with his two friends to the library. I still remember the emotion Roark showed-- a father can't forget that..
Steven was leaving! This was so hard on my son-- I tried everything I could do to comfort him.[/font]
It wasn't long after that, Riley had left as well. This was --mm-- emotionally distressing to both Roark and I -- but mainly my son.
He wanted to go with Riley. A big request it was! As a dad, what should I say to that!? I always imagined Roark and I growing up together through his childhood-- digging holes forever and ever! Mmmm-yes! Cause we both love doing that SO MUCH!
His childhood was very, very precious to me...[/font]
Byron smiles, flashing his teeth and grunting lowly in a jovial manner as brief memories of his son flash within his head. A little moment of silence passed before the miner glances at you with a warm glint in his dark eyes.[/font]
Roark stayed with me. We grew close! So close! We dug holes -- so many holes -- so many perfect, BEAUTIFUL holes! We found so many things! I surprised him-- alot!
I tried my best to be as encouraging as I could to him, for he didn't have a mother to help! Mmm-- I only hope it was the wise choice to make.[/font]
In sudden confidence, Byron nods.[/font]
I'm positive I made the right decision! MmmHMM! Boys are only boys for a short time-- and I hold some of the best memories of Roark as he was growing up!
Heh. I'll have to show you my massive scrapbook! Let me show you![/font]
You shake your head, telling him that would have to be done later. For, you are running out of time -- this interview has been long since Byron used up so much time rambling. With a grunt of irritation, Byron crosses his arms over his chest. He reluctantly continues on..[/font]
My little Roark grew up quickly-- so quickly! As fast as I can dig holes he grew up![/font] Byron sniffles a little bit at this, and lift a finger to his lashes to wipe away a droplet of moisture.[/font]
... People change as time goes along, and so do situations! I got another call to return back to Oreburgh because of a new discovery! Another chapter to write! Another adventure to behold! Roark and I left with haste and anticipation-- this new discovery would be extraordinary and we both knew it!
CRAAAANIIIDOOSSS!![/font]
Byron yells without warning, his chest puffing out with pride at this explosive statement.[/font]
Cranidos!! I LOVE Cranidos! I got it as a gift for my expert help in the Oreburgh Mines when I went back to Oreburgh for a short time. Cranidos is great-- but my son Roark is even greater! I felt like I owed him something-- something SPECIAL-- for staying with me all through his teen years instead of going off with his two friends. Mmm! Cranidos was the perfect gift, so my son got it from me. He loves Cranidos too-- and that makes me happy.
Another opportunity came up! HaahAA! Yes! This was just as exciting! Canalave needed a Gym Leader, and I know I would be the perfect man for it! Mmmhm. Not only would I have a new, exciting Gym for my own, but I'd be closer to Iron Island -- and I already told you about what is found in there!
Fossils!
But ahh-- this would mean I'd have to leave my team to go back to Canalave. My son had learned so much through the years -- I finally sat him down and told him what I was going to do.
Hm!
Roark was old enough now to handle my job at the caves and the Gym-- he is in control of all of that now! I knew he was. Such an exciting opening for me! Who else would volunteer for such a job? Mm. Nobody but me!
And that is it! That is whatI do this day! I love everything I do!
Hmph!
Do you have any more questions?
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Can we look at the scrapbook now..?
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Haahaa! Hmphh! Very well. I hope I enlightened you with my story! There is still so much to tell-- come back and see me sometime!
Then we can look at the picture album!
HaaahahahahHAA![/ul]
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Oh and BTW..
Byron says this with glee, hugging himself tightly within his own arms like a child.[/font][/ul]
I'm just a proxy for..
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Here's some of their writing!
His voice was unearthly loud and filled with a booming tone, indicating his passionate enthusiasm-- or just all around obnoxiousess.
Yes, over rocks. Over digging. Over fossils. Something of that fancy.
Whatever he was looking for remained a mystery, for everybody knew Byron loved a lot of things of this nature.
A scruffy beard-sideburn combo he displayed upon his angular face, lacking the mustache from his bare upper lip. A unique look it was indeed, but it suited the collector well, and he'd wholeheartedly agree with you there.
A little grunt rose from his throat. Gray like color circled his eyes from both lack of sleep and the natural physique of his face.
The miner wore nothing too impressive. In fact, he looked pretty trashy -- what with a long, draping cape the color of luscious chocolates that had numerous rips and tears in it.
A wife beater, once white, was now covered in smudges and dirt from his progress, hugged his form and was slowly becoming drenched in sweat.
His pants were nothing more than khaki cargoes, also bearing rips at the ends of the leg openings.
Suddenly, the Gym Leader of Canalave stood up and placed one hand on his hip, the other raising to his forehead to wipe away a little more sweat. His white gloved hand gripped the tool he was using as he sighed out, appearing quite worn out for a brief moment.
Without warning, though, Byron suddenly became animated, and crouched down again, chipping away at the dirt and rock.. like a boss.
Low chuckles erupted from his bass vocals, "Must not give up! No!"
Oh, what conversations he could have by himself.
The candlelit lantern of his that remained by his side illuminated a small amount of warm glow upon his features.
Byron then started singing -- off tune and humming when he didn't know the lyrics.
For this song especially, he hummed a lot, showing the spirit of a true worker at hand.
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I tried my best to keep the information accurate to all the applications that he has connections with. @__@ don't hurt me if some information is wrong-- I can easily fix it.[/ul]
