Post by ramen on Jun 29, 2009 21:24:51 GMT -6
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The park was a lovely place, no? To Tabatha it was. Who didn’t love the park? Crazy people that’s who. When she was younger, Tabatha basically lived in the park around her house. It was beautiful to her. Her brother seemed drawn to the place when he was finally old enough to go of alone. What she loved the most were the swings. She would always try and swing higher than the actual swing set and launch herself off. She felt like a bird when she did that. Being free was a tempting idea to anyone I must tell you.
Currently that’s what was on Tabatha’s mind. She was actually in Oleander Town. Once you got past the eerie feeling to it,it wasn't that scary.Most people never really tried to do that. Tabatha was an artist,so she found beauty in everything.Maybe that's why she swung both ways. That's another question for another day though.
Specifically,she was in The Untitled Shop.Everyone around here said it was a nice place,so long as you don't try and steal. Tabatha could see why they would say that.The pokemon in this place were quite scary to say the least.Most of the pokemon around Oleander Town were.Or maybe it was the fact that Tabatha never really liked ghosts.She scared easily. Her siblings,Nia to be exact,loved spooking her.It wasn't all in good fun either. She was in here to get supplies.She had just entered,so she wasn't too sure if she would find anything worthwhile.
In a way,Tabatha did seem like she belonged here. She had grown up in Cerulean Town a long ways away from here. Her red hair was straight,with her bangs falling right into her eyes. A masterpiece like that took a whole morning to achieve. She donned a large white yellow shirt dress as she liked to call them. Her leggings were black and she was wearing her signature red High-Tops. They were her favorites,obtained on a snowy christmas day.Let's not dwell on the past though.
The pokemon in the shop eyed her and the pair of eyes in her backpack wearily. Her smeargle was just as curious as she was so it wasn't very odd to see him looking around.Like most trainers he was Tabatha's one pokemon that stayed out of it's pokeball. She was looking at a stand of notebooks quite intently. She was staying her for a week,and she'd be damned if she didn't paint something during that time. She wasn't a wandering artist for nothing.Her pale hands skimmed over a green notebook quickly and she let a small sigh escape her lips. Maybe she should have gone to Naru Town instead
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The park was a lovely place, no? To Tabatha it was. Who didn’t love the park? Crazy people that’s who. When she was younger, Tabatha basically lived in the park around her house. It was beautiful to her. Her brother seemed drawn to the place when he was finally old enough to go of alone. What she loved the most were the swings. She would always try and swing higher than the actual swing set and launch herself off. She felt like a bird when she did that. Being free was a tempting idea to anyone I must tell you.
Currently that’s what was on Tabatha’s mind. She was actually in Oleander Town. Once you got past the eerie feeling to it,it wasn't that scary.Most people never really tried to do that. Tabatha was an artist,so she found beauty in everything.Maybe that's why she swung both ways. That's another question for another day though.
Specifically,she was in The Untitled Shop.Everyone around here said it was a nice place,so long as you don't try and steal. Tabatha could see why they would say that.The pokemon in this place were quite scary to say the least.Most of the pokemon around Oleander Town were.Or maybe it was the fact that Tabatha never really liked ghosts.She scared easily. Her siblings,Nia to be exact,loved spooking her.It wasn't all in good fun either. She was in here to get supplies.She had just entered,so she wasn't too sure if she would find anything worthwhile.
In a way,Tabatha did seem like she belonged here. She had grown up in Cerulean Town a long ways away from here. Her red hair was straight,with her bangs falling right into her eyes. A masterpiece like that took a whole morning to achieve. She donned a large white yellow shirt dress as she liked to call them. Her leggings were black and she was wearing her signature red High-Tops. They were her favorites,obtained on a snowy christmas day.Let's not dwell on the past though.
The pokemon in the shop eyed her and the pair of eyes in her backpack wearily. Her smeargle was just as curious as she was so it wasn't very odd to see him looking around.Like most trainers he was Tabatha's one pokemon that stayed out of it's pokeball. She was looking at a stand of notebooks quite intently. She was staying her for a week,and she'd be damned if she didn't paint something during that time. She wasn't a wandering artist for nothing.Her pale hands skimmed over a green notebook quickly and she let a small sigh escape her lips. Maybe she should have gone to Naru Town instead
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