Deep greens and various shades of brown bark.
The sky pale and beautiful, like the shores of the sea he grew up by, blue. So much blue. Nothing will ever be as beautiful as the pale sky peaking through the nettles of the evergreen trees. The sacredness of such a calm place was especially with the town being as bussling as it was.
The loud streets and people were just too much for his mind to wrap around, lips taunt and ready to spill out a threat or snarky comment if need be. He never liked talking anyways, that's why the woods are better. No speaking, no people, just hearing. He doesn't know if its safe that the wild pokemon have gotten used to him. But he digresses, he's better than the people who come barging in.
He always have, they disgusted him. Lips expressing emotions far to intricate for him to care. Expressive and emotionless. Languages he already knew but yet every time he saw someone from another region speaking in tongues he knows, their faces become an amalgamated mess and he lurches away like a Magikarp escaping a Pidgeotto.
None of them fulfilled his need for emotions to express. Too many emotions mixed all into one. One face, mixed and confined, mushed all together and Red hates it. They weren't clear cut, hard, aggressively human, they all hid something and it made it disgusting to try and see if he could copy their smiles and be calm.
Every turn of a lip and crinkle of an eye brought him nothing but hatred. People were annoying. Especially their eyes, dark and mixed and u g l y. They were all the same, clear coated with their lies behind them and no matter what he did he could feel the disgust burning his stomach. He wonders, shortly, if Giovanni was the reason he hated people now. He saw how they could get.
It made his teeth clench, his heart lurched as if he was going to vomit. He swallowed down the extra saliva that built up, and sighed. He registered a new rule forming, don't think about him. Don't think about what he did. Don't even say his name and you'll be fine.
Red sighed, standing up from the small pedestal of the aged stump. Classes were soon, and as much as he despised being in the presence of other people he had to go for his education. Or well... Lance told him to go for his education. "You're young this will help you in the end!" Red mocked softly, barely an audible whisper, he hated when Lance acted like his dad.
He grimaced at the thought.
Slidding his sneakers across the ground he counted the nettles that crushed under his feet, branches splitting underneath the soles of his shoes. There was a cry, a Kingler from the lake. Blue, so much blue. He was most likely breaching the territory where it laid its eggs, but he couldn't seem to find the will to care.
Escaping the woods was simple, the line between grass and the cement of the college. Bussling people filled college. Loud noisy people with nothing better to do than give him a headache and make him want to run back to the championship and beg to continue with his training in Mount Silver. It's too late though, he chose this for himself, punishment is only as effective as the man who lays it. And boy is he f e e l i n g it.
He sighed, lips drawn into a frown as he forced his way though the crowds to his professor's room. Evolution, the one class he actually enjoyed because people left him alone.
Slumping down into his chair of unrequited notes he looked around, eyes glazing over the dark greys of the almost barren room. The silence was almost comforting until the bombardment of his other students chatting as they walk into the room. He could deal with most. Green's loud chatter was sometimes comforting, as was Yellow's content silence by Green, they were dating, he found that out a while ago. But right now, he couldn't even fathom dealing with either of them.
His frown deepened, digging his face into the crook of his sweater who's color was the same as his namesake, he wonders if if was a good idea to have left Pikachu and the others at home. The professor walked in, looking as dreary as the walls of the building.
The sigh from the professor brought his attention back to the front of the room, the woman leaned against her dest, pointing at the door with her scraggly finger. Her face was too expressive for him to care.
"We have someone knew joining us." her voice was scratchy and bored, lips moving with unannounced precision, as if she had spilled this monotone nonsense a thousand times. She might have, Red hummed to himself, Agatha was old enough to recount the 100 year war from 3000 years ago as if she was a part of it.
Looking over to the door, Red watched it slowly open with bored eyes. A pale hand shut the door behind him, halfway covered by a burnt black bomber jacket. A pale white shirt almost matched the cream of his arms and face, though the shades of pink that dusted his cheeks. Deep browns framed his face, unruly locks that rested on his head stuck to his face but he didn't seem to mind. He could see the faint traces of freckles on his cheeks. They intrigued him.
Red coughed a bit as he backed up in his chair, eyes widening behind his glasses as a gentle cerulian blue caught his wandering gaze. Blue, so much blue, bright and warm like the ocean and he can't seem to get any sort of scoff out. He looks like an angel compared to the amalgamated faces, expression calm, open, just a little snarky but Red cant say he doesn't like it.
"Hi, I'm Blue, Blue Oak."
