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Post by C.C. Delacroix on Jun 22, 2015 15:46:53 GMT
[googlefont=Vampiro One] | but i doubt that i would care, and my heart would never know | C.C. was walking through the streets in her magma uniform, plainly and rather nonchalantly declaring her alliance to all who cared to look. It wasn't as though she had no life outside of magma, it was just that she hardly cared that much for it. All her friends were magma, and she didn't need many more of those friends, especially if they couldn't stand a red hoodie for whatever prejudiced reason. The pinkette was the very definition of friendly, giving smiles to people who passed by and trying to keep away a laugh when one man almost doubled back into a bush just form seeing what she was wearing.
She finally decided to call a pit stop at a park bench, flopping her tired legs onto the cozy piece of wood and letting out a sigh of defeat. She was sick of walking, and her litleo wasn't exactly large enough to ride on. At the very least, not yet. She looked to her left, at the stranger that was occupying the bench along with her, her tired pink eyes searching the stranger up and down without much embarrassment.
She began kicking her feet to force them to relax, heedless of the fact that she was weairng her magma hoodie out in public. It was cute, okay? And she probably looked like a lost child in it, but she was sick to death of partners... |  |
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Post by C.C. Delacroix on Jun 25, 2015 12:02:50 GMT
[googlefont=Vampiro One] | but i doubt that i would care, and my heart would never know | The male she was observing was pretty strange by normal standards, with striking white hair and yet a chubby, boyish face. It was cute, in a strange way, and C.C. found that the best word to describe him would be interesting. He seemed dazed, lost in his own world, but most certainly happy about it. She sighed and turned back to the scenery, wondering idly how may meters he'd jump back upon seeing her. Maybe she shouldn't give up hope, you never know, perhaps he was a secret magma supporter...
...or a really unfortunate idiot?
She wasn't sure. But as always she was determined to see the good in things, or atleast not immediately believe the bad. Her initial reaction was shock, but that quickly subdued into a kind of sympathetic smile. Maybe he was one of those really small kids that looked tall for their age. "Thanks!" She cheered, enthusiasm ringing in her tone. Her feet continued to kick, this time in merriment more so than in relaxation.
"I got it from Team Magma, you haven't heard of them?" She asked, her tone innocent and quite excited. It wasn't always she met someone without prejudice or predetermined thoughts. How many of the people who hated magma actually knew anything about Magma or had a run in with them before?
She looked at the Absol and reached out in an attempt to pet it. "Where'd you get this pokemon from?" she asked. "The coat is so beautiful..." | |
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