Everything is fake. Marz only watches his mom as she drinks another glass of wine, ignoring the smudge of lipstick on his dad's shirt that's not from her. He only observes the way his dad will happily flirt with any of the countless women dancing through out the halls. It's like watching a wind up toy on repeat. The same flirtatious remarks and innuendos that has the man's wife grabbing for another drink. Marz even watches his sister move through out the crowd. Her dress having a very lecherous design that a few single 'gentlemen' make attempts to. Even as she slips past them, she allows their hands to cope a feel of her. A smile gracing her in such a way that it makes Marz look away. Her display of perverse enjoyment making him wish he could leave the ball. However, that would go against the whole illusion everyone is playing right now. It all needed to be seen as absolutely perfect.
Marz only turns away from the young woman trying to get under his skin. Her silk clad hands squeezing his arms slightly as she asks him for a dance. It makes the poor man want to throw her off. However, he needed to keep up this image that was forced on him. Even if this girl's grin reminds Marz of a Ganger's. So, he moves with her. Keeps a good distance between them and acts like a proper gentle dandy as the song ends. Another man already moving in to take his place, thankfully. He could only move away from the crowd as he slipped into the balcony. The night air feeling like a deadman's breath as the sound of Noctowls called out.
Out here, it felt like a weight was lifted off of Marz's chest. Breathing didn't feel as labored and his thoughts seemed to be more, tangible. His hand rested right above his heart as he looked out at the garden. Blue eyes simply stared off into space as the few nocturnal pokemon came out to play. None of them even seemed to take in the teen's presence as he smiled slightly. The repetitive music inside, stayed inside. It was nothing short of an otherworldly experience as Marz listened to the songs of wild pokemon. It was a lullaby he never understood the words to, and yet, it was something he treasured each time it leaked into the stone walls of his luxurious prison. The only other light that isn't the mansion or the moon's is the glow coming off of a near by Volbeat. Illuminating nothing more than a few nearby pokemon and flowers. Nothing existed besides this single moment right now.
Marz could only enjoy this moment of relief as the ball went on. A celebration for the one person who wanted nothing to do with it. For him. For his achievement of capturing his first pokemon. A last hurrah before Marz left to start his journey to become an Elite in the world of trainers like his family. The luxury ball hung off the belt of his pants as he felt the design once more. His eyes only glancing down as he stroked it affectionately. A smile crept back on Marz's face before the ballroom music grew louder. One of the other children presumably looking for an escape or his attention.
"What?" Marz didn't turn around. The bright lights of mockery would sting too much as he spoke to the unknown guest.
Marz only turns away from the young woman trying to get under his skin. Her silk clad hands squeezing his arms slightly as she asks him for a dance. It makes the poor man want to throw her off. However, he needed to keep up this image that was forced on him. Even if this girl's grin reminds Marz of a Ganger's. So, he moves with her. Keeps a good distance between them and acts like a proper gentle dandy as the song ends. Another man already moving in to take his place, thankfully. He could only move away from the crowd as he slipped into the balcony. The night air feeling like a deadman's breath as the sound of Noctowls called out.
Out here, it felt like a weight was lifted off of Marz's chest. Breathing didn't feel as labored and his thoughts seemed to be more, tangible. His hand rested right above his heart as he looked out at the garden. Blue eyes simply stared off into space as the few nocturnal pokemon came out to play. None of them even seemed to take in the teen's presence as he smiled slightly. The repetitive music inside, stayed inside. It was nothing short of an otherworldly experience as Marz listened to the songs of wild pokemon. It was a lullaby he never understood the words to, and yet, it was something he treasured each time it leaked into the stone walls of his luxurious prison. The only other light that isn't the mansion or the moon's is the glow coming off of a near by Volbeat. Illuminating nothing more than a few nearby pokemon and flowers. Nothing existed besides this single moment right now.
Marz could only enjoy this moment of relief as the ball went on. A celebration for the one person who wanted nothing to do with it. For him. For his achievement of capturing his first pokemon. A last hurrah before Marz left to start his journey to become an Elite in the world of trainers like his family. The luxury ball hung off the belt of his pants as he felt the design once more. His eyes only glancing down as he stroked it affectionately. A smile crept back on Marz's face before the ballroom music grew louder. One of the other children presumably looking for an escape or his attention.
"What?" Marz didn't turn around. The bright lights of mockery would sting too much as he spoke to the unknown guest.