nimbasa queen

"I used to look like this."

But she looked like an angel. A princess! Long hair and longer legs, a clear, porcelain face, and a keen sense of dress. That must be a princess. A modern day regal. 

“Uh,” Kris spoke up, trying to piece together a reply. After all, this was quite an unusual situation she was in. “Y-Yeah? Sure, uh, I’ll meet you there,” she stammered as the model took her bike and retreated off into the woods. 

“Oh.” Kris watched her leave, then turned to look at a crowd behind her. Were they following the beauty queen? She watched them disperse, and waited for them to clear up some more before following the stranger’s tracks. 

She wheeled the bike inside the stop between Route 34 and the forest.

"Welcome to Ilex Forest! Would you like to sample one of my sweet scents" A...flowery woman attacked Elesa, however, she seemed to be unaware of whoshe was. Elesa appeased her, "Of course I would!"

"OkAY! BUTTERFREE USE SWeET SCENE STUN SPORE AND WHIRLWIND!"

Elesa yelped, "WHAT? WH-"

"The stun spore will knock you out cold so you don't have to worry about any other senses, you can just enjoy the scents"

Psychopaths. That's the kind of electromagnetism Elesa had, she attracted psychopaths.

She dashed out before the Butterfree's wing even fluttered...but soon Elesa found herself towards a  shallow pond. SPLOOSH.

The girl's bike was okay, but Elesa was soaked; now she had to avoid be seen by anyone or the National Gymquirer would be all over her like a Teddiursa to Combee honey!

She heard faint a call, then she heard a girls voice "“Are you there, uh, miss?”

Some people didn’t really care for winter. Heck, Kris was a fan of the Springtime herself. But there was something undoubtedly refreshing about the season. Perhaps it was the crisp, cool air against your face, or the festive friendliness that was going around this time of year. 

Either way, taking advantage of an upbeat mood, Kris was enjoying her day with a late-afternoon bicycle ride on a quiet Johto route. Her pigtails, along with the legnth of a scarf wrapped around her neck, whipped in the air behind her as she peddled at increasing speeds. She kept going and going until she reached a thrilling fast…approaching the busy Goldenrod city. Agh! Too fast, too fast!

Kris came to a jarring stop, one so sudden that she ended up crashing—thankfully, not badly enough to be too terribly injured. But.

She looked over at all the busbusinessmen and the children with their mothers and noticed how peaceful they were, as if they were floating. She was fascinated by the speed of electricity in a matter of minutes she would be in Goldenrod City. This inspired her.

But, as calm as she was she heard a scream, "IT'S ELESA!". She left the glasses on the train seat, her cover was blown. Without skipping a beat, she walked as fast as she could (walking because it's very hard to run with heels in) and was out before anyone actually noticed her. Her heart was beating for all the wrong reasons now: this was supposed to be a trip where she didn't need anyone to protect her from crowds, for once in her life could she not be adorned?

Still walking fast, not even bothering to turn around to see if anyone was following she witnessed a young girl crash in her bike. Elesa stopped and almost pitied the girl. But then she heard, "THERE SHE IS" and crowd of young girls and grown-men with acne problems started bolting towards her.