Hobo Dreamer

I got a new computer (and in sooooo much love with it)

I just am needing to move everything over /o/  I also will be getting a proper keyboard tomorrow too ; w ;/ (Imma using my dad's extra -work one right now and it's super clanky -sob-)

I also will be semi busy next week as my parents are going out of town from Tuesday-Saturday and I will need to make sure my lil bros get to school and all that jazz \o/

More info can be found: http://thelonelyqueen.deviantart.com/journal/Might-be-a-tad-slower-than-normal-500232338

and

http://thelonelyqueen.deviantart.com/journal/OH-YEAH-500316952

[ [ It seems we all are bad at asking ; U ;`  I’d love an RP though ; u ;/ 

I.. just want to say sorry if I don't... ask for RPs or anything ; o ;`  I.. yeah

82. “It’s better to be hated than loved for what you’re not.”

How did she end up in the mountains?  She had her thin raddy blanket out and wrapped about her in a sad attempt for better warmth.  There was a winter kissed chill that hung in the air and the sky above warned of snow fall.  There was snow about her feet, which echoed in crunches.  Her breath danced out of her lips in elegant puffs of white.

                It wouldn’t have been so bad if she weren’t slipping about.  She has already fallen in the snow at least three times; snow had covered her left side and her backside.  She was normally more careful than this though, mind you.  Her mind was wandering.  She had recently seen a flier a few days back for some strange thing and a saying upon it was still stuck in her mind. 

                Shae huddled the blanket against her more as she pulled up her scarf to cover her dark red nose.  She let a sniff break the silence about her as she finally took a moment to  stop and look about her.  She knew there was a route around her somewhere, route 601 if she remembered right.  Just as to which direction was what baffled her.  This is what she got for exploring off the trail.  She let out a sigh and stepped forward a bit before she halted.  There was another crunching sound about her. 

                Shae stayed frozen for a minute, straining her eyes to look for any sign of a pokemon.  She liked watching the pokemon walk about when she was out in the wilderness.  She just prayed it wouldn’t run off at the sight of her.  As she stood there waiting, the crunching came closer.  She tried to suppress a shiver, to be completely still, when the maker of the sound revealed themselves.  This was definitely not a pokemon at all.  It was a person.  This either of two things: this person was lost, or they just came from the route.  Hopefully it was the latter, for Shaelyn’s sake.  She had came down the mountains in full regret of thinking she could handle it’s cold.