amateur d' art

“The reason you can’t find any is probably because you keep gorging yourself like that. Is it really necessary for you to eat all of the chocolate-covered strawberries?”

Filled to the brim with an assortment of attractively-designed treats of all shapes and sizes, the refrigerator seemed as though it were a never-ending buffet of delectable goodies. Whenever the Luvdisc Gala was in full bloom, it always seemed that everything was much more cutesy. Even the fruit she’d bought this morning was carved into animated characters with heart outlines around them. And the cupcakes that she’d seen on display in the bakery that had been forced onto her by one of the enthusiastic workers.. well, they were so sickeningly sweet just be appearance alone she could barley even take the time to properly look at them.

Truthfully, the Slateport Leader was glad that Ramona was as tomboyish as she was; it saved her the trouble of having to partake in especially ‘girly’ conversation when they crossed paths. However, despite that redeeming quality in her eyes, the more boorish ones always had a knack to come out.

 It came as no surprise to Charlotte that the boisterous Champion had made such a comment to begin with, but she still couldn’t believe just how abrasive the other could be – especially when it came to sweets.

viiride

Due to it’s vast, clear as can be skies and mild atmosphere, it was no wonder that Coumarine City was a popular tourist attraction among those visiting the region. It’s exclusive resort area and abundance of seaside and hillcrest attractions were a great way to ensure that others taking a gander at the sights would be sure to come. Even the incense shop, one that rivaled that of the same at her own hometown, was exceedingly well-stocked and had a wide variety of different scents to choose from.

And even though it was such a beautiful sight to behold, a certain Leader just could not find herself relaxing despite the uncanny persona it had to that of her beloved port town.

“Can you tell me when he will be back?”

Charlotte Rouse stood at the entrance of the infamous tree that housed perhaps the greatest attraction of all throughout the city. Her purple hues carefully surveyed the numerous obstacles hanging overhead before they returned to the meek trainer who had met her at the beginning of the track. 

Who’s idea was it that Hoenn would be the next region to host the Leader and Elite annual meeting anyway?

“It’s imperative that I speak to him today regarding this,” she continued, though her voice lacked the urgency that it might of had she actually been fully truthful about how much time she had left. To be completely honest, she’d just wanted to come and speak as little about it as possible before handing over the documents and being on her way. 

devilishhound

The acquisition of artistic skills that had been on display as a result of the recent mini-gala were all very much magnificent. There had been several demonstrations of wonderfully creative imagination, especially in the visual form with producing works that portrayed beauty and emotional power. Several marble sculptures lined the cobblestone roads proudly, a great deal of marksmanship put into each and every detail that had been crafted. From the right of such beautiful works were small easels, painted one by one from corner to corner, with abstract colors that seemingly splashed all over to creative kaleidoscope-looking pieces. 

The various branches of creative activity shone brightly under the mid-winter sun and seemed to add even more life to the already lively city.

In the midst of the mini-gala, Charlotte Rouse found herself indulging in the tastes of different cultures brought from all over the regions. As a native of Hoenn herself, she had always partook in such festivities the revolved around this time of year.. but she’d never had the chance to experience anything outside of her hometown. She was amazed to see that even places as far away from her home such as Kalos were also partaking in the tradition to honor the water-types who symbolized good fortune to those in love.

She’d been here since early this morning -- originally wanting to spend time at the museum while she had the chance at grasping some free time. Even though an influx of tourists came with the beginning of the festivities, they seemed more preoccupied with the notion of peace and love as opposed to battling. It often opted her to escape her Leader duties.. if only for an afternoon or two. Though she was surprised to see the Lumiose museum so empty when she arrived and when she’d inquired about it, a nearby clerk told her that the main street was where everything was happening.

She was certainly glad she’d taken up his advice and come down, but now she was beginning to tire from aimlessly walking around in such a large city. Charlotte tilted her head to the left before she spotted a small bench nearby. She quickly headed towards it, rummaging in her knapsack in order to find her sketchpad before she sat down. It wouldn’t hurt to sketch some of the scenery while she rested for a few moments.

The auburn haired girl took a seat, neatly tucking her skirt beneath her and turning towards the assortment of festivities.. but suddenly a large shadow fell over her and she glanced up to see that a much taller figure was currently blocking her line of vision.

The waves crashed down in a series of mildly-tempered sessions, caressing the beige sand at the shoreline with bubbles of foam before they retreated quickly back towards the sea. With no regard for someone who may of been trying to take in the wintry atmosphere, the pattern continued for a few more moments before the current began to aggravate itself. The first few signs of a near-tempest storm began to brew and the wind picked up almost as if on cue, causing the once tamed seas to thrash around.

Near the edge of the walled structure that separated the beach from the piece of mainland towards the market square, an amber-haired female sat with her gaze glued to the inside of a sketchbook. Her slender digits moved gracefully along the page before her violet orbs turned upwards and glanced towards the brooding ocean. She took in the sight for a few moments before heaving a sigh and shutting her notepad, carefully tucking it into a large bag she’d brought along with her. Following the papers went a few ink pens and a mechanical pencil, an eraser soon trailing behind before she was sure everything was secured inside.

It was days like this that she felt that she could truly enjoy her time away from frivolous duties; the monochrome sky often discouraged people from visiting Slateport and as a result, she’d often get the day to spend how she wanted as opposed to dealing with immature trainers and other tedious tasks.

Of course, she did truly love her occupation as a Leader – it gave her a sense of pride and excitement, glad that she was able to show her hometown and the world what she had to offer. However, it had it’s moments where she really just wished she could of been left alone for the day. She’d counted her lucky stars this morning when the sun had become hidden away behind an array of broad clouds and had thought she’d get a few hours of sketching down by the ocean.

However, it seemed that the weather had other plans and she’d have to leave early for the day. As much as she loved gloomy weather, she didn’t want to be stuck in the midst of a winter storm.

Charlotte threw her bag over her shoulder, adjusted her windbreaker and headed back in the direction of the Gym. As she made her way up towards the cemented path, however, she noticed a figure zeroing in on her, obviously making their way towards the shore. She assumed they must of been unfamiliar with the area if they were heading right towards the eye of the storm where the weather would be the worst.

“I would suggest you heading back now,” she called to the someone who was hurrying up the sidewalk and near passing, her tone as apathetic as it could possibly be despite the winds beginning to rage. “The storm is just about to break and – “