[The puff of a surprised laugh is the first thing heard, he hadn't been expecting that.]
This was supposed to be a way of me letting go and saying goodbye, for now.
[Because there's still hope there, even if minuscule, that he'll see Mello again. The feed goes dead shortly after those words, and Matt can't help but ponder his next move. He's not like the others. He doesn't plan ahead, doesn't see everything like a chess game. He's always been the type to play a different kind of game. One where you make decisions of the moment, ones that can be changed. Some that shouldn't be made, but can always be salvaged at some point in time.
He sees this as one of those times. Honestly, he has nothing else to do tonight, so why not? There's no warning, no inclination of an idea of what he has planned. His poketop goes into his bag he slings over his shoulder as he hops down from the tree he'd been perched in.
It's a long walk, one that costs him a pack of cigarettes and an extra five minutes to stop by the store to pick up a new one on his way. In total, the trip back probably takes him just over two hours. But it's time he spends thinking, reflecting. Debating. He doesn't know why, doesn't care to second guess himself. But it seems far too soon he finds himself on the doorstep of the Vermillion City gym. He doesn't even know if Near's still awake, it's getting late into the night after all, or if he'd even care after the more than a little rude way Matt had simply cut their conversation short.
Not to mention the huge ass alien that lives here.
But he doesn't care, because it's hard to worry and fear when you feel like you don't know what you're living for anymore. So he lets himself in to the gym, moving around to the back areas that were meant to be off limits to trainers.]
[VOICE]
This was supposed to be a way of me letting go and saying goodbye, for now.
[Because there's still hope there, even if minuscule, that he'll see Mello again. The feed goes dead shortly after those words, and Matt can't help but ponder his next move. He's not like the others. He doesn't plan ahead, doesn't see everything like a chess game. He's always been the type to play a different kind of game. One where you make decisions of the moment, ones that can be changed. Some that shouldn't be made, but can always be salvaged at some point in time.
He sees this as one of those times. Honestly, he has nothing else to do tonight, so why not? There's no warning, no inclination of an idea of what he has planned. His poketop goes into his bag he slings over his shoulder as he hops down from the tree he'd been perched in.
It's a long walk, one that costs him a pack of cigarettes and an extra five minutes to stop by the store to pick up a new one on his way. In total, the trip back probably takes him just over two hours. But it's time he spends thinking, reflecting. Debating. He doesn't know why, doesn't care to second guess himself. But it seems far too soon he finds himself on the doorstep of the Vermillion City gym. He doesn't even know if Near's still awake, it's getting late into the night after all, or if he'd even care after the more than a little rude way Matt had simply cut their conversation short.
Not to mention the huge ass alien that lives here.
But he doesn't care, because it's hard to worry and fear when you feel like you don't know what you're living for anymore. So he lets himself in to the gym, moving around to the back areas that were meant to be off limits to trainers.]
Hey, you here?