Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2013 3:17:54 GMT 9.5
we'll do it all, everything, on our own.
Everything was amplified now. Every action, every movement, it was like walking on broken glass, trying not to cut the bottoms of your feet. Blue, like most, was on her guard 100% of the time. While it was clear to her that she was capable of handling herself, that same fact was what scared her all the more. The League was certainly capable of protecting themselves, and they all blew up, their remains nothing more than dust and mist somewhere in the atmosphere. What would become of her? She was supposed to be dependable, an aid to the citizens who needed it now, and here she was, cowering. It was okay to be afraid though, right?
Cerulean City, however, went against that. Its people weren't struck with fear, and they were too far away from most of the other towns to have an overflow of refugees filling up the PCs and larger homes. While it was comforting, Blue felt that it was just as equally worrisome. Didn't they care? Didn't they understand? Hadn't they seen it? Again, Blue's mind shifted to the attack at Vermillion. How often could she think about it? Was it going to be constant like this all the time? This fear, fright. And why did she have so many questions? She was the girl who had answers, who found answers in her own words. Yet there was none of that here. She'd been too busy searching for Red to even begin to consider her of trauma. Why hadn't he come searching for her, anyway?
Beside her was her new Persian, Meowy. His paws overlapped one another as he sat delicately, as if he were posing for a camera. Blue was wasting away on a bench in the park, trying to work things through. She'd been traveling all night, trying to reach the city. She'd begun walking again, as she'd been praying to run into a friend somewhere along the routes. Who was she kidding. Red was probably cooped up somewhere, probably locked away at Mt. Silver. Blue didn't want to go to Mt. Silver -- it was cold, difficult to maneuver, and crawling with Pokemon. Yet she needed somebody.
So here she sat, with her Persian, waiting for someone to show up and be her friend.
Cerulean City, however, went against that. Its people weren't struck with fear, and they were too far away from most of the other towns to have an overflow of refugees filling up the PCs and larger homes. While it was comforting, Blue felt that it was just as equally worrisome. Didn't they care? Didn't they understand? Hadn't they seen it? Again, Blue's mind shifted to the attack at Vermillion. How often could she think about it? Was it going to be constant like this all the time? This fear, fright. And why did she have so many questions? She was the girl who had answers, who found answers in her own words. Yet there was none of that here. She'd been too busy searching for Red to even begin to consider her of trauma. Why hadn't he come searching for her, anyway?
Beside her was her new Persian, Meowy. His paws overlapped one another as he sat delicately, as if he were posing for a camera. Blue was wasting away on a bench in the park, trying to work things through. She'd been traveling all night, trying to reach the city. She'd begun walking again, as she'd been praying to run into a friend somewhere along the routes. Who was she kidding. Red was probably cooped up somewhere, probably locked away at Mt. Silver. Blue didn't want to go to Mt. Silver -- it was cold, difficult to maneuver, and crawling with Pokemon. Yet she needed somebody.
So here she sat, with her Persian, waiting for someone to show up and be her friend.
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