OOC: I don't have that much time to post now, but at least I'll get something done before I get too far behind...
IC:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Violet was sitting in the classroom in school--she was in the middle of a math exam. The classroom held about thirty people--roughly four rows of six or seven desks each. Violet sat in the very front row, next to a nerdy girl wearing glasses and a grey jacket on her right, and a handsome-looking boy with fairly long black hair to her left. Two desks over to her left was a girl who hated Violet more than anybody else, because she had a crush on this boy, who happened to be Violet's boyfriend. Whenever the teacher wasn't looking, the girl looked at Violet and stuck her tongue out. At least it was better than the finger, which she occasionally did outside of class. Good old--or should I say bad young--Mary Chan. Violet always called her by her full name when talking about her ("Aww, it's Mary-chan again!")--that prissy redhead who always wore too much makeup. Outside of class, Violet often sang to her as she passed by: "Mary had a little Lam, little Lam, little Lam" because the boy's name was Lam. But obviously she could not continue the song, because Lam did not have "fleece as white as snow"--black hair and light tan skin and the fact that he looked goofy in white certainly did not fit. But Violet did occasionally continue the song with "Mary had a little Lam, but now that Lam is mine".
That song was in Violet's head as she worked on the last math problem on the test, where she had to find the integral of a certain function. (This was specifically a calculus class, one open to high school juniors and seniors who wanted college credit.) Violet couldn't help but snicker at the fact that the first part of the equation was e to the power of x, not to mention that an integral sign looked like an S. Apparently Lam had gotten this joke, and was smiling at her. Ahh Lam, the little Prince Charming who looked like he could be a goth, but was rejected by all goths because of an "unfitting personality". Lam looked very awkward to practically everyone except Mary and Violet. Okay, so the black trenchcoat was okay, but the shiny purple pants and a necklace with a circle of purple roses on it? Since when did boys wear jewellery?!?
After the class was over, there was still a history class left before the day was done. However, the previous day, Violet had told her history teacher that she would not be able to make it to class, because she had to leave for a meeting at another academy. Anyways, she and Lam walked out towards the parking lot where Violet's flashy purple motorcycle sat in the shade of an oak tree.The motorcycle had two seats so Lam could ride with her, and there were roses on the sides of the handlebars. But Lam did not ride with her this time--he had a class to go to, and later had to endure the burden of taking the bus home with the other kids. But he was happy for Violet--he always knew she was special. Both of them were little outcasts in this rowdy and quirky little school--Lam because he just didn't seem to fit anywhere except with two eccentric girls (both of which were quite popular), and Violet because she was technically a Roserade hybrid.
As the two walked by a group of other students, they waved at Violet and laughed. Violet occasionally hung out with these seven girls, these seven popular girls of the school. You had to some outstanding things in this school to be with this group--and Violet's outstanding performance in talent shows, special bond with grass-type and poison-type Pokemon, supposedly "hot" appearance (especially with the purple sunglasses she sometimes wore for fun), and the fact that she always smelled like roses just asked for initiation into it. Lam really wasn't seen as one of the more popular guys, but he wasn't marked a loser or a freak at least, like Violet was by some of the less popular students. No matter how pretty she might be otherwise, one would have to admit that those fingernails were kind of creepy... and no matter how handsome Lam might be otherwise, one would have to admit that that necklace was going too far...
"Bye Blackjack," Violet called to Lam as she put on her purple sunglasses and rode away. She sometimes called him "Blackjack" as a cute little nickname. Perhaps it was because she was really lucky to have him. Anyways, Violet zoomed down the city streets, so excited that she went way above the speed limit and ran two red lights, sneaking away from one or two cops in the process. It wasn't very long before she found herself at a small airport. Parking the motorcycle in a dark garage, she entered a small building near a bunch of Drifloon-shaped blimps.
"Ah, Miss Hawkeye," the ticket collector greeted as he received Violet's ticket. "This way please."
The ticket collector led Violet to one of the colourful blimps--this particular one looked like a yellow Drifloon with red tape across its mouth. Anyways, soon Violet entered the small car that was attached to the balloon-ish blimp, and the pilot got it into the air...
It was a pretty long ride--the Drifloon-shaped blimp floated over a large forest, next to a flock of migrating Wingull, over the ocean, around a thunderhead that hovered over the ocean, over a crowded beach, over a large city, over a few smaller towns and the plains, and eventually landed in another city. It was here that Violet took a taxi to the academy. She got out, walked through the garden... Wow, it was a very beautiful and lavish garden. Nearly every type of flower imaginable bloomed here, from the exotic birds of paradise to several types of the more common poppies. There was also one section devoted to roses, Violet's favourite flower. Well, if she was a Roserade hybrid, she had better like roses! After literally "stopping to smell the roses", Violet proceeded through the front doors of the mansion-like academy, where several other teenagers, an Alakazam, and an older man stood. The man, who was wearing an elegant robe with the initials "JV" on it, stepped forwards to greet the new entry at once.
"Welcome to my academy, Miss Hawkeye," he said as he shook hands with her, immediately recognising the bright red fingernails on her hand.
"Apparently 80% of adults call me 'Miss Hawkeye' nowadays, while thank goodness nobody calls me Florita. (I hate that name.) Practically everyone else that knows me calls me Violet."
Many of the other people in the room were surprised at this denim-clad girl's enthusiasm and energy, and the stylish way in which she folded up her sunglasses (with erh fingers barely peeking out from her overly long sleeves) and put them in her little shiny lavender backpack.
"Ah, Violet, eh? Welcome Violet--I am Dr. James Vinton. Now, how about showing me what you can do?"
Violet raised her eyebrows at this statement.
"You mean show you my powers?" Violet asked. "I don't think you'd want to see both of my abilities--otherwise I might end up killing someone in this room. Buuut..."
Violet took a step back and knelt down onto one knee, crossing ehr arms in front of her chest in an elegant fashion. Her jacket seemed to recede into the back of her neck, but after it did, a long, dark green cape erupted from the back of her neck, falling gracefully on her back. Meanwhile, a little pink rosebud crept out from the very top of her head and bloomed. After this was done, Violet stood up--when she did, her arms turned green. Then she held her arms out with her fingertips facing upward--and a bouquet of bright red roses sprouted from her right wrist and replaced her hand. Meanwhile, a thin, snakelike vine covered in thorns erupted from her left middle finger, twisted around a bit in the air, and then receded back into her finger. Then, a bouquet of blue flowers sprouted of her wrist to replace her left hand.
Violet smiled after that little demonstration, and Dr. Vinton clapped his hands in approval.
"My my, that certainly was a showy little demonstration."
Then Violet crossed her arms again, her hands replacing the bouquets that had been there before. The pink rose on her head opened further and became a shorter part of her dark purple hair that stuck up a bit. Her cape wrapped itself around her arms and became a denim jacket again. Finally, Violet turned around and walked towards the other teens, a bounce in her step. She made her way over to the couch, where a white-haired girl was sitting.
"Hello there," Violet greeted, extending a hand to shake. "I'm Violet. What's your name? And what Pokemon are you fused with?"
Violet wasn't sure how to word the Pokemon transformation thingy, but she figured this would suffice.
