Dec 26, 2013
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"H-Hello..?"
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"H-Hello..?"
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Dear mom,
Dear Mrs. Kobayashi,
Sabrina stared at the page. It was a strange thing to write to a woman you barely even knew, blood relations aside. She supposed it was because of the winter season and how it seemed to pull on the worst of one's emotions--As it did now.
Her grip on the pen, both psikinetically and physically, caused it to snap. Ink spilled all over the parchment, and she did nothing but take a cool breath.
It shouldn't be this hard.
The mess was a relatively easy one to clean. A few minutes later, white glove was trashed for a new one as she sat before a new sheet of paper.
Dear Mrs. Kobayashi,
It has gotten cold, hasn't it?Â
The characters were crossed out as quickly as she wrote them. What a ridiculous notion, to start with a something so casual and completely unnecessary. The woman was bound to ignore her letter anyways, so why was she bothering?
Sabrina tried again, regardless of the consequences.Â
Dear Mrs. Kobayashi,
Thank you.
                        -- Kobayashi Natsume
She grimaced at seeing her true name written in such flimsy characters. No matter how hard she'd tried to pen, it would never be as good as her mother's scrolls that hung in her father's dojo.
Goldenrod Rumble || Ainsely & Whitney
The ace trainer was walking around the massive city of Goldenrod City with his Houndoom by his side taking in the many people from different regions converging in this gorgeous city. It reminded him a lot of his hometown back in Sinnoh so Ainsely was able to get his barings around the city without much trouble.
He eyes glance over at the gym. He had heard some pretty interesting things about the gym leader and a particular pokemon that she used. He looked back down towards Houndoom as she was thinking the same thing that her trainer was thinking. They decided to check out the gym for themselves as they weren't in a rush anywhere.
He opened the door inside the gym as Houndoom slipped through the door as her tail wagged.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
time to repeat
prettydynamite
You know, the color pink was never exactly in his favor, nor was the ideal of someone basing their appearance off of it. And when this specific person zoomed into sight, he felt like he was going to laugh. With a conspicuous chuckle, his mouth open and the words fell before him. "Pfft- What makes you want to dress like that? What are you, eight?"
 prettydynamite said: I triple doggy dare you. NOW YOU CAN’T BACK DOWN.
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WHITNEY. WHY YOU DO THIS.
NOW I JUST HAVE TO FIGURE OUT WHO.
*is totally stuck between Malva and Diantha*
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"You're the normal type gym leader right? Finally nice to see ya'. The name's Green Oak. Grandson of professor oak. Hope you don't mind if I drop by?" He grinned to himself, hands in his pockets.
Smiles wide, giving the little girl a thumbs up. "You're so smart."
"Nooo, tell my brother that! He's the smart one! And possibly go out with him too, because you're really pretty!"