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you bought a star in the sky tonight because your life is dark and it needs some light
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Post by DESDEMONA WRIGHT on Jan 11, 2016 21:09:10 GMT -7
don't make an enemy of me [attr="class","momshouse"]@open notes// open to all Cycling was always one of Desdemona's least favorite things, especially on this particular route. Yet errands were errands, and at the end of the day the cycling road was faster and less taxing than the alternative. So when she was told to pick something up from someone in Sootopolis she'd begrudgingly pulled out her bike and gone. The job itself had been uneventful. A few run ins with Aqua recruiters and beggars, but otherwise a smooth trip. It was the ride back that proved a problem. Halfway across the cycling road something snapped. It was announced by a short, sharp sound, and if not for the sharp pain and fall that followed Desdemona never would have given it a second thought. But, as things, stood she didn't have much choice. Her bike chain had been the source of the sound, and when it broke the bike had toppled -- the chain itself whipping her good on the calf. The end result was a twisted ankle, a bleeding leg, and a string of muttered curses. "Fucking bikes," Desdemona breathed the curse more than spoke it as she worked her way back onto her feet. Her left ankle protested the new position instantly, but bore it nonetheless, and while she could feel blood dripping down her right calf it otherwise left her unbothered. That just left the damn, broken bike to worry about. LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE [newclass=.momshouse]height:20px;padding:5px 0px;overflow:hidden;background:#3D3D3D;line-height:100%;text-align:center; margin-top: -30px; position: relative; z-index: 200; color:#EDEDED!important;text-transform:uppercase!important;font-family:cambria!important; font-style: italic!important; font-size:12px!important; opacity: 0; transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.momshouse:hover]opacity: 1; transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.momshouse a]color:#EDEDED!important;text-transform:uppercase!important;font-family:cambria!important; font-style: italic!important; font-size:12px!important;[/newclass]
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A feud in which a person seeks vengeance
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Post by Izaira Lockheart on Jan 15, 2016 2:59:24 GMT -7
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[attr="class","idfc3"] "If I didn't know any better I'd say you've lost your wings." She'd been strolling down cycling road herself of course technically she needed a bike but the girl always preferred to fly, but walking was nice on occasion, sometimes the sky was meant to simply be admired in all its glory. It's fate that she chose to walk, watching the accident unfold only yards away. From the bike chain to her collapse she'd seen it all and while slightly worried there was no real panic. It looks like... 'Green'... Yeah, Green was fine for the most part other than of course her few choice words, but that was to be expected from anyone all things considered. Her stroll is casual, and her voice isn't really forceful as it is expectant. Stay still Green, it may be better if you sit down actually." The pink haired woman would reach She strolls into her bag pulling out a first aid kit, before looking up waiting for the green haired woman to heed her. [attr="class","idfc5"]POKEMON NAME, TYPE (ABILITY) MOVE -- SET -- HERE WHEN YOU BATTLE! JUST PUT YOUR NOTES! ON WHAT YOU DID! IN YOUR POST! |
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Post by DESDEMONA WRIGHT on Jan 15, 2016 19:43:52 GMT -7
don't make an enemy of me "Green?" Desdemona had been called a lot of things in her time, but "Green" -- surprisingly enough -- wasn't one of them. And she couldn't say she liked it. Not that she liked being addressed by a stranger at all, much less being told to do something, "I'm fine."After the objection she continued the walk she'd started, still limping slightly with every step her left leg took. She was convinced her right calf wasn't going to be a problem, a shallow cut at worst, but Desdemona couldn't help but worry slightly about her ankle. The last thing she needed right now as a sprain. It would make it hard to keep up with what the boss wanted from her, not to mention that it would be a pain in the ass to deal with in general. But that was a problem for later, right now the damage she was focused on had everything to do with her bike. "Hmmm," the noise was displeased and ominous as she lifted the bicycle into a standing position. The chain stayed on the ground, fallen off of its mechanism, "Hmmmm," this time it was louder, more aggravated. Goddamn it. Then she turned her eyes on herself. She'd worn a simple outfit down, a green blouse covered by a black jacket to shut out the cold, paired with thin, fitted jeans that clung to her comfortably. A shame that they did too since they wouldn't likely be worn again. What with the tear in the calf and the blood stains that colored it. "What?" Desdemona finally spoke again, looking sharply at the stranger and her first aid kit. LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE [newclass=.momshouse]height:20px;padding:5px 0px;overflow:hidden;background:#3D3D3D;line-height:100%;text-align:center; margin-top: -30px; position: relative; z-index: 200; color:#EDEDED!important;text-transform:uppercase!important;font-family:cambria!important; font-style: italic!important; font-size:12px!important; opacity: 0; transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.momshouse:hover]opacity: 1; transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.momshouse a]color:#EDEDED!important;text-transform:uppercase!important;font-family:cambria!important; font-style: italic!important; font-size:12px!important;[/newclass]
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Post by Izaira Lockheart on Jan 15, 2016 22:25:35 GMT -7
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[attr="class","idfc3"]Hiii. | [attr="class","idfc4"]She can't help but giggle at the girl as she attempts to move on and fix her bike, it was obvious her ride was done, at least until she got a new chain. Watching her limp was almost painful, but her tenacity was admirable if nothing else. And so she just stood and watched giggling every so often as the green haired girl continued to force herself. "You don't have to be so hostile, and being a little more open wouldn't hurt too much either wouldn't you say." A soft smile followed responding to the green haired woman as she herself was questioned. She'd lean back against a tree watching the girl, "Why push yourself so hard, when there's a shoulder to lean on?" Izzy didn't see any point in being a hard ass or shutting her out honestly. Perhaps she should just move on a leave 'Green' to fend for herself, she had to be at least somewhat capable if she was this stubborn right? But leaving her wouldn't really sit well either, nor was the Pink haired girl trying to force the other woman into some treatment she didn't want, and so she'd simply continue to watch offering hints of an opinion waiting for the girl to rescind her position and accept a little bit of help. "You wont make it far on that ankle, especially if you try to drag that bike with you. You know Green I keep a brace in my bag, just give the word if you wanna borrow it." It makes sense honestly despite her teasing which was more than entertaining enough to warrant this little intermission in her journey. She's a courier and a damn good one in her personal opinion, that being said she came prepared for her own inevitable injuries that came in the line of work, she'd never thought she'd be using her supplies to help another though. [attr="class","idfc5"]POKEMON NAME, TYPE (ABILITY) MOVE -- SET -- HERE WHEN YOU BATTLE! JUST PUT YOUR NOTES! ON WHAT YOU DID! IN YOUR POST! |
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