Post by Zoey on Nov 10, 2009 16:25:00 GMT -5
OOC;; Note from the roleplayer: Be as mean as you want. ;3 I like making my charries lives a little miserable.
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Hm. A girl, standing tall with her hands in her pockets, hummed impatiently to herself. The S.S. Blastoise was nearing the ends of its journey, the new lands of Lanorae. Of the hundreds of passengers aboard, Zoey Xander was probably the least enthusiastic. Well, how would you feel if you've been getting glares the whole trip? Seven days at sea with a group of people that can't get their heads out of their rear ends is bound to drag your mood down the tubes. The teen girl leaned against the railing, her ebony bangs floating in the breeze, as she waited for the ship to dock. She couldn't wait to get off this hell hole, and away from the water.
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Two hours of waiting, and plenty of pushing later, Zoey was walking down the main road through Konika Village. Her arms crossed over her chest, and eyes set in full glare mood, the young woman didn't look all to happy to have finally ended her trip. Yeah, Lanorae meant a new beginning, and hopefully the path to finding her old self, but the trip here sucked. A boat was all she could afford, what with the small savings she had from her school days. And it wasn't even that great of a vessel either; when she first laid eyes on it, she seriously doubted it could float.
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Zoey leaned her head back, making scary faces at the blue sky. Calm down, for cripe's sake! She closed her eyes for a few seconds, letting her anger drift to the back of her mind. Why should she let a bunch of short sighted, prejudice jerk offs ruin her day? Today was supposed to be a good one, a new start. With a sigh, our heroine set her booted feet to continue down the path. After a few moments she found the Pokemon Lab looming before her. 'Not as impressive as I thought...' she thought with a smirk. 'But it makes up for with size. Its freaking huge!'
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Zoey took the wooden steps two at a time. When she reached the top, she ran a violet hand through hair of a lighter shade, staring at her reflection in the double doors of the lab. She grinned, giving her a malevolent look when coupled with her leering black and red gaze. Recrossing her arms over the skull on her shirt, the seventeen year old lifted her right foot and 'knocked' on the doors with the toe of her boot. The sound made from the hit was a little on the loud side, but she's always enjoyed getting on peoples nerves.