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victory_road2018-10-12 07:22 pm
lyingheart) wrote in victory_road2018-10-12 07:22 pm
log | open | when the winter's a lie and the forces fall
Who: Annie Leonhart & OPEN
Where: Goldenrod City
When: October 11th-15th
Summary: Annie is working in Goldenrod for a brief period before heading out on the road again.
Rating: PG-13 for potential swearing and/or references to character canon.
Log:
Sunset, Waterline
[ One of those afternoons, those traveling through Goldenrod might see Annie standing at the shoreline watching the sun set, expression on her face a touch wistful. Adjusting to the backward movement of the sun keeps her sense of direction jumbled up even after almost a month, but the sun sets beautifully over the waters.
Lute the Absol is at her side, front paws on the railing so he too can watch the sunset. Napping on a bench behind them both is Arlert the Hoothoot, balancing on one leg, gently swaying in time to an internal clock even now, when she's unaware of the world.
Until she leans a little too far to the right, then back to the left, then topples right off the bench in almost slow motion. ]
Market
[ Annie holds up a variety of citrus she hasn't heard of before, turning it around in her hand before bringing it closer to her nose to breathe in its scent. It's an indulgence, but she has a fondness for the acid bite of citrus. In the end she pays for the fruit, walking away with Lute the Absol at her side. Arlert is nowhere to be seen, watching over Annie's pack in one of the small parks nearby. Annie is working on peeling her orange in a spiraling shape, using her nails to nudge and pluck it up, turning the orange around and around in her hands.
It keeps her hands busy, and keeps her mind occupied. Between part time work, research, and challenging trainers on the outskirts of the Routes connected to Goldenrod, she keeps herself busy.
The radio from her 'gear is playing Buena's Password, Annie letting the pop culture music sweep past and overpower the city's natural music, continuing to peel her citrus as the rind hangs longer and longer. When the next password is broadcast, she pauses, squinting down at the ground and looking at Lute when she asks: ]
That was Beedrill Waltz, wasn't it?
Wildcard
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Where: Goldenrod City
When: October 11th-15th
Summary: Annie is working in Goldenrod for a brief period before heading out on the road again.
Rating: PG-13 for potential swearing and/or references to character canon.
Log:
Sunset, Waterline
[ One of those afternoons, those traveling through Goldenrod might see Annie standing at the shoreline watching the sun set, expression on her face a touch wistful. Adjusting to the backward movement of the sun keeps her sense of direction jumbled up even after almost a month, but the sun sets beautifully over the waters.
Lute the Absol is at her side, front paws on the railing so he too can watch the sunset. Napping on a bench behind them both is Arlert the Hoothoot, balancing on one leg, gently swaying in time to an internal clock even now, when she's unaware of the world.
Until she leans a little too far to the right, then back to the left, then topples right off the bench in almost slow motion. ]
Market
[ Annie holds up a variety of citrus she hasn't heard of before, turning it around in her hand before bringing it closer to her nose to breathe in its scent. It's an indulgence, but she has a fondness for the acid bite of citrus. In the end she pays for the fruit, walking away with Lute the Absol at her side. Arlert is nowhere to be seen, watching over Annie's pack in one of the small parks nearby. Annie is working on peeling her orange in a spiraling shape, using her nails to nudge and pluck it up, turning the orange around and around in her hands.
It keeps her hands busy, and keeps her mind occupied. Between part time work, research, and challenging trainers on the outskirts of the Routes connected to Goldenrod, she keeps herself busy.
The radio from her 'gear is playing Buena's Password, Annie letting the pop culture music sweep past and overpower the city's natural music, continuing to peel her citrus as the rind hangs longer and longer. When the next password is broadcast, she pauses, squinting down at the ground and looking at Lute when she asks: ]
That was Beedrill Waltz, wasn't it?
Wildcard
[ Hit me up with a wildcard or hit me up and ask for a wildcard! Feel free to tag in prose or action brackets, I'm happy swinging either way. ]