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Post by ELESA COLBURN on May 21, 2013 9:24:34 GMT 9.5
The world was rather topsy turvy of late. Elesa had heard about the numerous deaths that had been occuring across the different regions. Candice of Snowpoint had gone missing, Flannery of Lavarige was killed and the Kanto and Johto Elite Four of the Indigo League were all destroyed publically.
It actually had Elesa a little worried. Like many of the leaders, she had stood up previously against Team Plasma, and had attempted to do her part to keep the world a better place - at least in terms of only allowing the best to challenge her. She had been mostly a good person, and though in the current world she had not opposed the Knights, she had begun to find herself concerned that the other leaders may also become targets if they did not side with them.
It was with concern and the need to distract herself that Elesa had flicked away a quick message to her friend in her closest neighboring city and had decided that it was definitely time to waste some hours shopping. She had made her way back to Castelia more subtly than she sometimes would, the only tell-tale sign of who she was the fact that the enormous sweater she was wearing was in yellow.
She wasn't even in heels as she wandered through the shopping mall, not the largest but definitely one of the most convenient around. Sneakers squeaked on the crisp, always-polished floors and she sighed softly, wondering if she'd even manage to have the company she was hoping for. If not, who would tell her how good she looked when she tried things on?
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 21:36:50 GMT 9.5
a work of art is the unique result of a unique temperment. "Early last night, Striaton City was hit by another severe thunder storm. Many major buildings were leveled by the storm, and the body count is rising. The storm was much more powerful than the previous one, and-"Burgh turned the TV off. This news story was just one of many detailing the dangers that had befallen the Pokemon World as of late, and it had Castelia City's gym leader feeling quite morose. For a while he simply paced around his loft, absorbing what he had just learned. Yet another city in Unova was in shambles, because of the Knights of Arceus no doubt. What were their motivations? How difficult would they be to stop? He padded over to a window beside his bed, and looked down on the roads of Castelia City below. The bustling city was almost peaceful, if not tense. It was certainly better off than Striaton City. But, how long would this peace last? Castelia City was a major force in the global economy. If something were to happen to it- if he, its gym leader, were to allow something to happen to it- every region could suffer greatly. And then, a beep cut across the silent loft. Upon reflex, Burgh reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple cell phone. Elesa had sent him a message asking him to meet her in a nearby shopping mall to shop for some new outfits. He immediately replied with an, "Ok," ran a comb through his bushy hair, and headed for his door, a calm smile at last plastered on his face. He was always happy to meet with Nimbasa's gym leader, especially if it involved clothes and shopping. And, of course, he welcomed any distraction from the recent bad news. Before long, he arrived at the mall. The challenge now was to locate his friend, who was quite fond of disguises, among the mall's crowds. He set to work scanning the area, and after about thirty minutes his eyes caught the flash of a bright yellow sweater. Burgh happened to recognize that sweater- it had to be Elesa's. He made his way over to her. "Elesa! I hardly recognized you," he chimed. ✿fate~ tagged
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Post by ELESA COLBURN on May 26, 2013 23:41:23 GMT 9.5
Elesa could spot Burgh's hair from a mile away - if she was looking - and it was the first thing she noticed as he approached. Lifting her eyes to meet his, the model gave a smirk on the right side of her mouth, standing up tall as he neared her. Thankfully she was a model, so beside him she was hardly dwarfed. Some she knew would be, but not her. A snicker passed gracefully through her lips as she turned to begin walking, having grabbed Burgh's hand in the process. "Obviously. I'm not here to be tackled by adoring fans or people who want me to pose for pictures. I want things for myself, not for others. It's not distracting enough."
And that was, of course, primarily her reason for venturing into her neighboring town. It was away, it was a distraction. Buying things to suit her own whims always was a way that she could get her mind to seep away from the horrors that were occuring every day. Even as she tried not to think about it, her concerns rested with her other friends in the region. Skyla, her oldest friend, was the most prominent on her mind. After all, the aviator had a tendancy to get herself balls deep in trouble without even trying.
As she walked, a display of televisions happened to catch her eye. Aspertia City, to the continent's southwest, had been hit with another storm. Straiton, on the southeast too, was struggling. Elesa scoffed, dangerously annoyed with the fact that no matter where she went she could not escape the horrors that were occuring under their very noses.
"Do you think if I pay the mall enough they'll shut off all the news screens in the electronic stores? Right now I'm about ready to pay anything just to pretend that somewhere, somehow, there might be some good news on the television. But there's not." Grabbing a skirt off the rack, she held it up in front of her, eyeing the hemline and wondering if it was even for a few moments. "Sorry, I'm being a bitch. I didn't even ask how you were doing, Burgh. How is Castelia holding up?"
Thankfully, as yet, their two cities were safe. It was, however, only a matter of time.
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