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Post by fern on Mar 7, 2013 21:56:42 GMT 9.5
Meanwhile, in Castelia City...
Tall skyscrapers loomed above Fern’s petite figure as she attempted to walk in the shade to avoid the blistering heat of the sun. The buzz of noise filled her ears, persistent and irritating. The smell of pollution hung around her nose, and the soles of her brown, leather boots made thumping sounds against the hard ground. Her white, long-sleeved shirt was rolled up past her elbows.
Fern’s eyes flickered from right to left, scouring the current location until she spotted a streak of purple that scurried to escape her peripheral vision, but she’d already locked onto her target. Taking large strides towards the purple being, she sauntered over to it until she towered over the little creature, a Purrloin that looked up at her with coquettish eyes.
“Don’t give me that look,” she snapped quietly. “You know it doesn’t work on me.” Roxy yawned, doing her best to look disinterested and unattached. The pompous cat stretched its limbs, acting as though it were the queen of the world. “I knew I should’ve kept you in a Poké Ball. It would’ve been an incredible burden off my shoulders,” she grumbled under her breath. Roxy merely made a loud sound that sounded like a Pokémon’s laughter. “Amusing, is it?” she sighed, lifting her chin heavenward and pinching the bridge of her nose. She was beginning to regret her genius decision to bring the cocky Pokémon with her. Of course, it would’ve been mere stupidity to try to travel the region without a single Pokémon, but still…
“We’re leaving, Roxy,” she said, swiftly turning on her heels and walking ahead, without checking to see if the Pokémon was still following her. She weaved through the crowd of people effortlessly. However, as she looked back to check to see if Roxy still had here priorities set, she felt herself walk into the stomach of a person much taller than her. Fern skittered backwards, off-balance, but not enough to cause gravity to work its wonders on her small body. She looked up at the alleged assailant, her expression not amused.
The man wore a suit and a sophisticated aura, carrying a leather case and wearing an ugly expression that was both apathetic and dull. As his gaze landed on Fern, he seemed to growl, his lips turning downwards in a frown. An equally expressionless Magnezone floated beside him.
“You unlucky little girl,” he purred, his look so condescending that Fern’s fists balled up and her eyes narrowed. She was tempted to send him a nasty kick to the shin, but the odds were already not in her favor. As he gaze flitted about, she realized that Roxy was nowhere to be seen. Roxy seemed to waver in loyalty to Fern, and was almost never there when she really needed. She had her own agenda to take care of.
“I’m in a particularly bad mood, but since I’m such a wonderful man, I’ll let this one pass.” He stalked forward, as though to move around the girl, but with one unnoticeable shove, Fern found herself on the ground, her arm bleeding. Fern refused to cry out, but she glared at the man as he chuckled to himself, slowly walking away. Curious onlookers gave her small looks of pity, but quickly moved on, not wanting to get involved.
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