Post by EX.TRAVAGANT on Jun 20, 2009 21:48:22 GMT -5
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♪ In my rear-view mirror,
My life is getting clearer.
The sunset sighs and slowly disappears. ♫
My life is getting clearer.
The sunset sighs and slowly disappears. ♫
... "I swear this place wasn't called Konika last year," Daylight filtered through the patchwork clouds creating stunning displays of drama in the sky as if something had entered the atmosphere a left a crater in the clouds. The light which got through was harsh and brilliant like a burning poison etching red onto the many hides of humans as they passed by. Most would use sunblock on their skin, the greasy film reflecting light as they were touched by gold. Indeed, sunblock was a disgusting thing. It was oily and made every vacation to the beach hard to enjoy. Perhaps that's why the girl wadding on the beach worn none, instead coping with the heated sun. She wouldn't stay out for long- just enough to think about what she would do now. Some girls passed by, chatting about the latest fashions.
The heat was utterly unbearable. Ex wore an outfit far different than her norm. Instead she wore a light gray top with a little grey... well, blob that looked like some sort of chibi demon holding cupcakes. Under the graphic it read 'Come join the dark side. We have cupcakes'. Her jeans had been replaced with knee low stockings, made of white fabric, and a blue skirt. It was very, very abnormal for Ex to wear a skirt (not compared to most girls but still...), but the heat was just so unbearable! Imagine, the possibilities of thirty-seven Celsius... the highest you ever got in Rustboro were high twenties! She swept sweat from her forehead, hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, instead of falling loose over her shoulders and down her back.
'At least it's not super cold, right?' Ex began a bad habit of her's- talking to herself. Naturally she didn't do this out loud, but in her mind. At quantities high enough to be considered alarmingly insane.
'If only the temperature would drop... just a few more degrees...
'It won't, obviously... we need a Castform.
'Shut up and do what you came here to do!' Abruptly cut off from her daily musings (... by herself...), Ex whipped her gaze towards the Laboratory not far away from this part of the beach. With a sigh she stepped out of the wet sand, shook the sand loose, and put on her sock, then her running shoes. Grabbing her bag containing all her stuff (iPod touch, phone, clothes, Trainer License, more clothes), the short girl waddled to the back of the beach and then onto the ground where figures busily scampered to their own business. She headed towards the Lab, her feet dragging pace quickly turning into a run. It took five minutes for her to reach the Laboratory (her short legs never made for easy running).
Ex looked up at the rather tall door, remembering the last time she had gone here. It was a four day long adventure: get a Firecub, travel through Route 1, stay at Konika Village ('Although it wasn't called that back then, I think...[/i]') for two days, and loose her Lanorae Pokémon License after her Murkrow - and several others - were accused of murdering a man. It was a month from now that the man was discovered to have been killed by a serial killer. It was a week from now that Ex had been given back her Lanorae Pokémon License. Her previous Pokémon: a Firecub, Pidgey, Murkrow, Poochyena, and Rattata, had all been released to the wild...
Except for one.
With a deep breath Ex knocked at the door and stepped back, nervousness creeping into her system quick as ever.
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