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route_10652010-06-30 10:18 pm
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652010-06-30 10:18 pm
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Oh yes. There will be suds.
Who: Heather, Rise
Where: Outskirts of Violet City, eventually Pokemon Center.
When: Wednesday afternoon
Summary: After a long trek from Cherrygrove, Heather and her Pokemon finally arrive at Violet City, worn, weary, and wanting nothing more than to pass out for a few hours. Or maybe a day. But once Rise sees how Heather has apparently been letting her Pokemon wallow in the mud, she might have other plans.
Rating: G. Up to PG-13 if Heather decides that the situation deserves some vulgarity.
Log:
You know that point you reached while hiking, where your clothing was sticking to you like duct tape instead of cloth and your legs felt like well-cooked sausages instead of useful limbs that you can actually walk with?
Yeah. Heather had reached that point.
Shading her eyes, she peered ahead and let out a deep groan of relief at the sight of the little gatekeeper building that marked the entrance to Violet City. Although she'd been on the verge of renaming it Violent City if it took any longer for her to get there, because her rage would be worthy of a Godzilla-style rampage.
Thankfully, that wouldn't be necessary.
Pausing to dig around in her disorganized bag for the Pokegear, she mumbled a reassurance to her sorry trio of dirty, bedraggled Pokemon. Even Cujo had lost his spunk-- he was panting like his life depended on it, his big pink tongue lolling out.
Finally locating the 'Gear, Heather tugged it out and swiped hair out of her eyes as she fired off a text message to the person she'd agreed to meet upon arrival. Largely because she had to see that baby Mareep up close if she was to continue living.
Yo Rise, I just got to the city. Wanna meet me at the Center?
Where: Outskirts of Violet City, eventually Pokemon Center.
When: Wednesday afternoon
Summary: After a long trek from Cherrygrove, Heather and her Pokemon finally arrive at Violet City, worn, weary, and wanting nothing more than to pass out for a few hours. Or maybe a day. But once Rise sees how Heather has apparently been letting her Pokemon wallow in the mud, she might have other plans.
Rating: G. Up to PG-13 if Heather decides that the situation deserves some vulgarity.
Log:
You know that point you reached while hiking, where your clothing was sticking to you like duct tape instead of cloth and your legs felt like well-cooked sausages instead of useful limbs that you can actually walk with?
Yeah. Heather had reached that point.
Shading her eyes, she peered ahead and let out a deep groan of relief at the sight of the little gatekeeper building that marked the entrance to Violet City. Although she'd been on the verge of renaming it Violent City if it took any longer for her to get there, because her rage would be worthy of a Godzilla-style rampage.
Thankfully, that wouldn't be necessary.
Pausing to dig around in her disorganized bag for the Pokegear, she mumbled a reassurance to her sorry trio of dirty, bedraggled Pokemon. Even Cujo had lost his spunk-- he was panting like his life depended on it, his big pink tongue lolling out.
Finally locating the 'Gear, Heather tugged it out and swiped hair out of her eyes as she fired off a text message to the person she'd agreed to meet upon arrival. Largely because she had to see that baby Mareep up close if she was to continue living.
Yo Rise, I just got to the city. Wanna meet me at the Center?