Carnival of Rust [Mod]
Nov 24, 2013 13:55:24 GMT
Post by Taylor Kendricks on Nov 24, 2013 13:55:24 GMT
Taylor yawned, one hand coming up to run through her light pink hair. It had been a good few years since she had cut it and run away from her parents' dream of her being in Team Rocket to instead stay with Joshua and live a more honest life without fearing that Maxax would be taken from her; the strands were starting to get long again, and she idly wondered if perhaps it was time to get it cut again. She liked it shorter, when it was easier to pass as less of a girly-girl - she hated being treated like she was weak, just because she was female didn't mean that she was any inch less tough than anyone else - but Joshua always liked playing with it, so maybe she should keep it longer? Her brow furrowed before she shook her head with a sigh, dismissing the matter. It was still early in the morning when she had slipped from the bed they shared, thrown her nightshirt into the hamper so that it could be re-added back to Joshua's wardrobe, gotten dressed, grabbed Maxax's Pokeball, and left her boyfriend a note saying that she'd gone training. Her thought processes as far as appearance went was still half-asleep, so it would be best to let it be. Glass crunched underfoot as she strode through Forje, blue eyes sweeping over the buildings warily. There was a certain kind of simple beauty to the buildings, many of them still bearing marks of habitation such as a flag here, a set of pinwheels in front of a house over there, but of course, no one lived out here. A few marauders would sleep for a handful of nights out in the shadowed parts, but it was considered extremely dangerous. Many of the Pokemon had been driven half-mad by the oncoming shadows, and they could be much more aggressive towards outsiders when they wanted to be. Of course, so could humans, so really, what was the difference? Shrugging to herself, she stopped in the middle of the dirt street, digging around in her pockets until she found the Pokeball she wanted, getting it out and tossing it into the air. "Go, Maxax!" she called into the dead air, the bright flash soon revealing her young Axew. "Get ready," she called to him, the smallest of smirks turning up the corners of her lips, "things are about to get fun." | [attr="class","taylefticon"] Words: 406 Tags: Mod Template by Kuroya. [attr="class","tayleftmon"] Active: - Maxax - Name - Name |
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Posting and running to the movies, wheeeeee *shot*