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Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2012
It had taken weeks of preparation. Watching the grunts who were always with him trying to protect him from the dangerious outside world. Stashing away supplies so that when he did manage to get away from Lavaridge town. Making sure that he had his bags packed, and having his one and only pokemon on him at all times so that when the moment came he could run.
When that moment came Marius pounced on it. He had managed to convince a grunt he had been befriending to take him into town away from the overly hot, and stuffy sauna that Team Magma had called it's home. His father Maxie giving his blessing to the trip. He said he had just wanted to go to the hotsprings for a day, relax and be away from the constant studies that his father had made sure had consumed his life.
The moment he had seen that opening that he had only been around one other grunt. He had sprung. In truth Marius hadn't really wanted too harm the other, but striking him had been the only ticket to freedom. he had pushed the other young man down a short but very steep hill, and then ran before his guard could catch up.
It had been a day. Marius was sore, tired, orange hoodie was torn and ripped to peices as he had ran through brambles and difficult turrain to make sure that he would be harder to follow. Covering his tracks at every twist and turn, and running like a madman always sure to keep mount chimney behind him. He was sore, his pants were torn in places, and he had spent an entire night running.
He was pale, he was sweaty and his ginger hair was matted with dirt and knots he looked awful but he finally stopped running as he closed in on a stream. Taking a moment to rest, and change. Ditching the more familiar Team Magma clothing with stuff he had taken, and hiding his old uniform under some rocks. He was tired sweaty, but he was free.
He stood in just a blue muscle shirt, and some track pants. His belt and the pokeball on it were really the only thing on his person aside from the bag which he had removed patches from. Trying to remove anything that would give away his identity. As he rested by the creek, readying to spend the night relagated to the outdoors before finding his way back to a city however life threw a curve ball at him.
"Skra!"
The metalic screech was pretty much the only thing that gave away his attacker, as a giant metal bird crashed into where he was. Driving it's beak into the ground it regarded him as he rolled away, before it attacked again this time with wings like blades, that lashed across his arm.
When that moment came Marius pounced on it. He had managed to convince a grunt he had been befriending to take him into town away from the overly hot, and stuffy sauna that Team Magma had called it's home. His father Maxie giving his blessing to the trip. He said he had just wanted to go to the hotsprings for a day, relax and be away from the constant studies that his father had made sure had consumed his life.
The moment he had seen that opening that he had only been around one other grunt. He had sprung. In truth Marius hadn't really wanted too harm the other, but striking him had been the only ticket to freedom. he had pushed the other young man down a short but very steep hill, and then ran before his guard could catch up.
It had been a day. Marius was sore, tired, orange hoodie was torn and ripped to peices as he had ran through brambles and difficult turrain to make sure that he would be harder to follow. Covering his tracks at every twist and turn, and running like a madman always sure to keep mount chimney behind him. He was sore, his pants were torn in places, and he had spent an entire night running.
He was pale, he was sweaty and his ginger hair was matted with dirt and knots he looked awful but he finally stopped running as he closed in on a stream. Taking a moment to rest, and change. Ditching the more familiar Team Magma clothing with stuff he had taken, and hiding his old uniform under some rocks. He was tired sweaty, but he was free.
He stood in just a blue muscle shirt, and some track pants. His belt and the pokeball on it were really the only thing on his person aside from the bag which he had removed patches from. Trying to remove anything that would give away his identity. As he rested by the creek, readying to spend the night relagated to the outdoors before finding his way back to a city however life threw a curve ball at him.
"Skra!"
The metalic screech was pretty much the only thing that gave away his attacker, as a giant metal bird crashed into where he was. Driving it's beak into the ground it regarded him as he rolled away, before it attacked again this time with wings like blades, that lashed across his arm.