Kids These Days (Willow)

[KARP KARP!]

Damien was once again playing in the Haunted Grove, but was that really surprising? The boy spent almost all of his nights there. In fact, he'd been all too tempted to sleep here instead of home on several occasions. Not like his aunt would miss him or anything. But oh well.

The white-haired boy sat under a tree, one hand clutching his one-eyed Banette doll, as always. Damien Bayne was never far from that doll.

Something else Damien was never far from was Spectre, his Shiny Gengar. At the moment, the Ghost type was next to Damien, leaned against the same tree. Both had a bored expression on their face. It'd been a fun night, but now it was just boring. Boy and Pokemon looked around, hoping something or someone would come along that they could 'play' with.

[Willow]

A Torterra walked through the Haunted Grove, his every step sending vibrations through the ground. A girl was lying on its back, a Zorua at her side. While her eyes where closed she was not asleep, something made obvious by how she absentmindedly petted her Zorua.

After a while a young boy sitting under a tree came in to view, something that caught the Grass-types attention. It lumbered over to the boy and let out a roar, catching the boys attention. Raven then jumped off her Pokemons back, Ilira at her side. With a small smirk the darkly dressed girl asked, "What ya doing here, little freak?"

[KARP KARP!]

Boy and Pokemon both stared at the girl and her Torterra, and the white haired boy didn't even blink at being called Freak. Damien merely stood, Spectre by his side, looking at the taller, older female. "Just...playing," he replied in an almost-eerie tone as the Shiny Gengar had a rather unnerving grin on his face.

[Willow]

Raven scoffed and rolled her eyes at the boys words, seriously? How old was this kid, five? One thing was made obvious by that line in the girls mind, this guy had the maturity of a nut. Well, if hes playing I might as well have a little fun as well. With a smirk Raven lunged at the kids doll with her hand, aiming to take it from him.

Ilira groaned, so it looked like her trainer was trying to start a fight. The Zorua took a step back and sat down, if they took it to a Pokemon battle she would not be involved in this.

[KARP KARP!]

Damien gripped his stuffed Banette with every ounce of strength in him as the girl lunged. However, Spectre stepped in between the two humans to protect his master. The Gengar shook his head, tongue hanging out of his mouth eerily.

Damien blinked; this girl was mean...Or was she? Maybe she just had different ways of having fun, like him. Damien spoke again, his voice more like that of a ten year old this time. "My parents gave me this when I was three. When I was five, they...went away and never came back. This is all I have to remember them by..." Of course, by 'went away,' Damien meant died. But death was something the boy didn't exactly understand.

"I have a real Banette though."

[Willow]

Raven scowled when Spectre stepped in, way to ruin her fun. With a sigh she took a step back, she would get that doll. However, when he told her about how his parents gave him that doll her determination faltered. I mean, its not like I need that doll. Its a worthless piece of junk, why would I need it? No, I am not feeling sympathetic. No no no.

Quickly shaking her head to chase out her thoughts the girl said, "oh. So, can I see the real Banette?" She didn't mention that she had never met her father, this touchy-feely stuff wasn't really for her.

[KARP KARP!]

Damien lightened considerably at this, as did the shiny Gengar. "Sure!" he replied, his voice sounding bright and cheery for the first time since he was little. Pulling out a Pokeball, the boy sent out Anette, who looked around, not really saying much of anything.

She eyed the girl suspiciously, and confused. That was...a human? Damien didn't usually hang around humans. Huh...this was odd.