{ooc| Don't be silly! I haven't been watching my new Ghost in the Shell DVD on my new tv all night, don't be silly! *hums innocently* *bags under eyes tell a different story*
Plush, Yibber, yer posts are fine. Hopefully by the end of this week we'll be all up to our usual posting standard... right now, I've still got half my mind on my anime, so the brain's.... not all there.
My sister got a DS, I've been playing her Mario DS game. Our N64 died years ago, it's a nice reminder of the past... I've got 21 stars already! yay!}
Rosairie relaxed considorably, as the ghost type vanished back into his (did they even have genders? She'd check that later...) ball. Rosairie was a human, plain and simple, and even the pluckiest humans had fears. She'd even wrestle with her snarling, sparking inferno of a magmar, if it meant staying away from ghosts. Not that she would ever have to fight Henna or anything... they argued, certainly, but over nothing important. Mainly over Rosairie's father, or her various boyfriends; Henna liked to get her feelings known.
Ghosts, though... there was something about them she couldn't handle. Perhaps it was the fact that they were already dead. When Rosairie had been younger, she had asked her father if Grandpa was a Ghastly now. He had replied, 'only the most disgusting, cowardly souls stay on the earth. If anyone's a Ghastly, your grandfather certainly is.' Rosairie was old enough now not to believe in life after death; her father's bitter attitude had made her just a little cynical. Still, his words stayed with her.
Rosairie stood up. "C'mon, guys."
{You finished stewing now?} Henna muttered.
"I wasn't stewing, just...thinking..."
{Thinking about bad things. I call that stewing.}
Rosairie ignored her, and slung her bag back over her shoulder.
The magmar chuckled, and patted her trainer over her shoulder. {We came here to get away from your Dad, remember? Stop thinking about him!}
"How did you know I was thinking about Father?"
{Rosairie, you are as spoilt as a Delcatty. The only remotely oppressing thing that has ever happened to you happened because of your Dad....} she paused for a second, tugging on the collar around her neck. {plus, I know that look on your face...}
Rosairie sighed heavily, and watched everyone else. She could see Chain now, hanging out at the other end of the corridor. Kyoko was still at the counter, along with the Reina girl, and the crazy lass that had called herself 'Cona. What peculiar names everyone had! She decided not to comment on it, and wandered back over to Kyoko and the other two girls. "What are you guys planning on doing?" she asked.
Silence was watching Tabansi warily. He dipped his head and narrowed his eyes, studying the Heracross intently from behind his trainer. Above them, the big plasma screen was displaying a large photo of Jacona. The jolteon managed to relax ever so slightly; the screen meant none of them would get in the tournament easily. He could prove his strength to the world, like Rosairie had said, and all he would have to worry about would be the ground types! How nice that would be!
Plush, Yibber, yer posts are fine. Hopefully by the end of this week we'll be all up to our usual posting standard... right now, I've still got half my mind on my anime, so the brain's.... not all there.
My sister got a DS, I've been playing her Mario DS game. Our N64 died years ago, it's a nice reminder of the past... I've got 21 stars already! yay!}
Rosairie relaxed considorably, as the ghost type vanished back into his (did they even have genders? She'd check that later...) ball. Rosairie was a human, plain and simple, and even the pluckiest humans had fears. She'd even wrestle with her snarling, sparking inferno of a magmar, if it meant staying away from ghosts. Not that she would ever have to fight Henna or anything... they argued, certainly, but over nothing important. Mainly over Rosairie's father, or her various boyfriends; Henna liked to get her feelings known.
Ghosts, though... there was something about them she couldn't handle. Perhaps it was the fact that they were already dead. When Rosairie had been younger, she had asked her father if Grandpa was a Ghastly now. He had replied, 'only the most disgusting, cowardly souls stay on the earth. If anyone's a Ghastly, your grandfather certainly is.' Rosairie was old enough now not to believe in life after death; her father's bitter attitude had made her just a little cynical. Still, his words stayed with her.
Rosairie stood up. "C'mon, guys."
{You finished stewing now?} Henna muttered.
"I wasn't stewing, just...thinking..."
{Thinking about bad things. I call that stewing.}
Rosairie ignored her, and slung her bag back over her shoulder.
The magmar chuckled, and patted her trainer over her shoulder. {We came here to get away from your Dad, remember? Stop thinking about him!}
"How did you know I was thinking about Father?"
{Rosairie, you are as spoilt as a Delcatty. The only remotely oppressing thing that has ever happened to you happened because of your Dad....} she paused for a second, tugging on the collar around her neck. {plus, I know that look on your face...}
Rosairie sighed heavily, and watched everyone else. She could see Chain now, hanging out at the other end of the corridor. Kyoko was still at the counter, along with the Reina girl, and the crazy lass that had called herself 'Cona. What peculiar names everyone had! She decided not to comment on it, and wandered back over to Kyoko and the other two girls. "What are you guys planning on doing?" she asked.
Silence was watching Tabansi warily. He dipped his head and narrowed his eyes, studying the Heracross intently from behind his trainer. Above them, the big plasma screen was displaying a large photo of Jacona. The jolteon managed to relax ever so slightly; the screen meant none of them would get in the tournament easily. He could prove his strength to the world, like Rosairie had said, and all he would have to worry about would be the ground types! How nice that would be!