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Post by Freyja Sigfried on Aug 14, 2015 12:55:51 GMT
[attr="class","abar"] The goddamned ranger association. She was done. Just, fucking, done. 12 am, it was freaking midnight. And they faxed her. A wonderful, wonderful ten line piece of fine english telling her about another potential partner candidate she ought to meet. Ought to, as in, if she didn't, goodluck getting anywhere on your journey without resources from the ranger foundation. She wanted to freaking kill someone- her red eyes held no hesitation, and the sternness with which she pulled her scarf around her neck and dashed outside into the crisp, night time air was something to be noted.
Freyja had gone beyond levels out normal grouchiness, at a stage which not even good food and good company could make her feel better. Her eyes were weak and weary, her hair a total mess. Though she wore the prestigious outfit of a ranger, she looked nothing up to the golden standards they held. She looked like a way-too-early morning wreck, with not even Tango by her side to cheer her up. Her two companions were in their pokeballs at her belt, in case some unlucky soul decided to mess with her at the wrong point in time.
The walk to their defacto meeting point, however, helped calm her down a bit, and at the very least she wasn't huffing out aggressive breaths every other second when her eyes met the ones of another girl wearing the same uniform as her. Freyja acknowledged her with a curt nod, her glare never lifting.
"Freyja Sigfried, cadet, eighteen." Her words were percise, but her appearance was anything but. |  only midnight, ~ hey o/ |
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Post by apple jones on Aug 14, 2015 13:43:11 GMT
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What were they thinking? An early meeting; and she was only dressed in her work out clothes. A spaghetti strap shirt and shorts. Her hair was in a jumble of mess and she did her best to try to look neat as possible. Even Apple couldn't let her image go down so easily. As a result, the woman pulled on her jacket to make it look "nice". To say she was annoyed is an understatement of the year, she hated being out in the cold of nights; especially upon the middle of it. A click of her tongue and she was ready to shed blood on something or someone. The night air crisp and as Alpha was steadily about to bump into her leg, she gave him a concerning look. She didn't want any bullshit coming from tonight. Remembering what the note said on a card slid underneath her door, Apple felt annoyance rising deep in her chest. She was assigned a partner. Why now of all times? She's a loner and she likes it that way. Why would she bother on doing such a useless thing like that anyways. She sighs, and as she stood at the meeting sight, a girl, no older than eighteen stood. Red eyes and a crimson scarf which has followed then after. " Apple Jones, twenty-four," she replied back to Freyja. Still a young'un. Pathetic as it is, Apple couldn't understand why she of all people needed someone. It's useless for her to trust anyone but herself. Glancing at her pokémon, she raises a brow. Odd choice for a ranger. No matter, the girl was obligated to do this now. " We're to be partners, so, I'm assuming we have to do this now. Granted, we should get this over with so we'll have plenty of rest and travel, I don't see the reason to be up in the middle of the night to say this to you." |
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