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Celadon city.
"I don't really see why this is such a huge tourist spot," Spoke the raven haired male, lips a small, thin line in reaction to a city that, to him, looked just like any other city.
Tall buildings, over priced hotels, pidgey and pidove on every street light, and nosy elders watching youth with their hunched backs and beady, wrinkled eyes. His ghostly partner, a frosslass that usually seemed just as disillusioned as her trainer, hummed beside him, a pensive sleeve at her mouth as her over sized orbs scaled the towers that cast a cool shadow over them. "But I guess it is more lively than Pewter."
That was Jack. Either or, heard it both ways, maybe, the in between; he was a middle man, a grey area thinker, never too hot or too cold, an ambivert, and ironically ambidextrous. He was cool about most things, and was rarely overwhelmed, and even then you wouldn't be able to count on his face to give that away. It was consistently soft,
lax, no tension around the eyes or at the corner of his lips, pale skin lacking flush and his sapphire orbs emitting only a calm gleam. He was nice to be around regardless of your personality type, because he could hold a conversation just as easily as he could mind his own business, though his social cues and body language readings could use some teaching.
He'd entered the south end of the city with Rai, a courageous brunette that had kindly spared him the humiliation of having stung to death written on his tombstone. Non-surprisingly Jack had managed to disturb an entire hornet nest on the way here, and despite what the battle simulators in school promised, he was not able to wipe out an entire horde with his partner. A blast of ice hadn't even slowed them down, even when he strategically aimed for their wings -- then again, how could one hope for accuracy when running for his life?
Though she had wandered off to attend to her own personal matters, the two had decided to leave the city together just as they had decided to seek it out in each other's company. She probably feared he couldn't get to the next city alive -- Jack couldn't blame her. Now he just wondered what he'd do to pass the time.
"I don't really see why this is such a huge tourist spot," Spoke the raven haired male, lips a small, thin line in reaction to a city that, to him, looked just like any other city.
Tall buildings, over priced hotels, pidgey and pidove on every street light, and nosy elders watching youth with their hunched backs and beady, wrinkled eyes. His ghostly partner, a frosslass that usually seemed just as disillusioned as her trainer, hummed beside him, a pensive sleeve at her mouth as her over sized orbs scaled the towers that cast a cool shadow over them. "But I guess it is more lively than Pewter."
That was Jack. Either or, heard it both ways, maybe, the in between; he was a middle man, a grey area thinker, never too hot or too cold, an ambivert, and ironically ambidextrous. He was cool about most things, and was rarely overwhelmed, and even then you wouldn't be able to count on his face to give that away. It was consistently soft,
lax, no tension around the eyes or at the corner of his lips, pale skin lacking flush and his sapphire orbs emitting only a calm gleam. He was nice to be around regardless of your personality type, because he could hold a conversation just as easily as he could mind his own business, though his social cues and body language readings could use some teaching.
He'd entered the south end of the city with Rai, a courageous brunette that had kindly spared him the humiliation of having stung to death written on his tombstone. Non-surprisingly Jack had managed to disturb an entire hornet nest on the way here, and despite what the battle simulators in school promised, he was not able to wipe out an entire horde with his partner. A blast of ice hadn't even slowed them down, even when he strategically aimed for their wings -- then again, how could one hope for accuracy when running for his life?
Though she had wandered off to attend to her own personal matters, the two had decided to leave the city together just as they had decided to seek it out in each other's company. She probably feared he couldn't get to the next city alive -- Jack couldn't blame her. Now he just wondered what he'd do to pass the time.
NEW, FROM FACADE! LIMITED EDITION PIKA-LINE MASKS!
Playfully, Sonny peeked out from behind a Raichu mask, shooting the camera, which never strayed from her face for a second, a coquettish wink. Her off white hair spiraled past her slender hips, of which were lightly covered by an airy, yellow dress which matched the cheeks of the mouse mask she held.
"Good -- good! Now pout!"
She stood in front of a grand set up of the franchise's merchandise, stacked masks, dolls, cute clothing and other things that, honestly, she had little interest in. It wasn't how Sonny dressed, nor was it like her to be playing cute for anyone -- but in front of the camera, she could be anyone, and the different characters came quite easily to her.
"Alright! Five minute break. Get the girl a water, someone."
Sonny wasn't at the stage where she had assistants just dying to fan her face -- hence why she was waving the mask in consistent motions against her skin, attempting to cool herself under the fixed lighting fixtures aimed at her best angles. When the staff wasn't looking, she sneaked in an eye roll, her thick, false lashes bending against her flushed cheek bones -- no, no, she was grateful for this opportunity, don't get her wrong. But on her breaks, she spent most of her time staring out whatever window she could -- it was worst when there wasn't one to gaze out of. Her eyes followed the trainers on their way outside of the city, clinging to their pokedexs or proudly baring their victory medals -- it was overrated then and still was now. Yet they were on their way, moving, seeing, being -- and she was... standing.
There were times she wondered if she made the right choice. But then she thought about how her hotel room was paid for, as was her chauffeur, meals, nails, outfits, make up -- trainers struggled everyday to house and feed themselves. She was fortunate, and wouldn't have it any other way. Even if it meant spending nine hours everyday trying to make a chimchar mask look sexy.
"Your water, Sonny."
"Thanks," Her voice was soft and professional, as was the delicate way she seated herself on a stool whilst the make up team gathered around to remove and then reapply her make up. Her eyes drifted to the feel of a weighted gaze on her, finally connecting with the sharp orbs that belonged to her scizor, of whom acted as a body guard. She flashed him a smile, and in response he averted his eyes, to which Sonny sighed. Her team was... adjusting.
Playfully, Sonny peeked out from behind a Raichu mask, shooting the camera, which never strayed from her face for a second, a coquettish wink. Her off white hair spiraled past her slender hips, of which were lightly covered by an airy, yellow dress which matched the cheeks of the mouse mask she held.
"Good -- good! Now pout!"
She stood in front of a grand set up of the franchise's merchandise, stacked masks, dolls, cute clothing and other things that, honestly, she had little interest in. It wasn't how Sonny dressed, nor was it like her to be playing cute for anyone -- but in front of the camera, she could be anyone, and the different characters came quite easily to her.
"Alright! Five minute break. Get the girl a water, someone."
Sonny wasn't at the stage where she had assistants just dying to fan her face -- hence why she was waving the mask in consistent motions against her skin, attempting to cool herself under the fixed lighting fixtures aimed at her best angles. When the staff wasn't looking, she sneaked in an eye roll, her thick, false lashes bending against her flushed cheek bones -- no, no, she was grateful for this opportunity, don't get her wrong. But on her breaks, she spent most of her time staring out whatever window she could -- it was worst when there wasn't one to gaze out of. Her eyes followed the trainers on their way outside of the city, clinging to their pokedexs or proudly baring their victory medals -- it was overrated then and still was now. Yet they were on their way, moving, seeing, being -- and she was... standing.
There were times she wondered if she made the right choice. But then she thought about how her hotel room was paid for, as was her chauffeur, meals, nails, outfits, make up -- trainers struggled everyday to house and feed themselves. She was fortunate, and wouldn't have it any other way. Even if it meant spending nine hours everyday trying to make a chimchar mask look sexy.
"Your water, Sonny."
"Thanks," Her voice was soft and professional, as was the delicate way she seated herself on a stool whilst the make up team gathered around to remove and then reapply her make up. Her eyes drifted to the feel of a weighted gaze on her, finally connecting with the sharp orbs that belonged to her scizor, of whom acted as a body guard. She flashed him a smile, and in response he averted his eyes, to which Sonny sighed. Her team was... adjusting.
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