Post by Frieda Marlene on May 20, 2013 4:50:13 GMT
How could one place be for rich and beautiful while the rest of the world was crumbling at the cruel hand of hatred?
The weather was, simply, pleasent. Perhaps a bit on the warmer side, but depending on where a certain person came from and the climate they have adjusted to, that could very well be up for debate. A gentle breeze was dusting across the land, it's slight windchill adding a nice touch of chill to the overall temperature. The clouds, though few in the sky were drifting lazily on their way through the heavens, puffy, white, and everything a cloud should be. Also up to debate. None the less, it was nothing less than an average day in life, nothing about the world at all too eye catching. However, the bright colors of the flowers that speckled the grassy ground were certainly close to fitting the criteria, every color of the rainbow splashed onto that what was the fragile petals of the plant life below.
The greenery only ever grew this boldly in what had been named after their abundance of flowers: Floaroma Town. Not that it was much of a town, regardless; more like a few stray houses, a Pokemon Center and Mart, and a shop inspired by the flora around them. Perhaps it was the annual festival that was held there - the one people from all over the region used to come to - that allowed it to be refered to as a "town". Not that it really matter how many people lived there, what the place had to offer, or what the world cared to call it. No, what truly mattered was the fields of naturally grown flowers that seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, a cliche that would be horribly innacurate realistically, but would do until she found a suitable replacement. Perhaps some would be impressed. One would have to lie to say that they weren't intrigued, even in the slightest, about nature's picture displayed here, after all. But disinterest, for the most part, ruled over basking in the glory of plant life. Disinterest and anger.
Frieda had come all the way from her "humble" home in Vielstone City to the pocketed away town of Floaroma for reasons that she, sadly, couldn't quite pinpoint. It was, perhaps, one of those strange moments where there is just a beckoning by fate that leads one person one way or another and ends in something rather important. Of course, what sort of important event could occure in such an uneventful little place? Surely, hardly a soul ever dares a trip through tortured cities in order to visit one of the few places remaining untouched, and there didn't seem to be anyone out now. Was it possible that her mortal enemies were going to come raid to poor place and she would be their only line of defense? Goodness, she hoped not. She'd have a heart attack before she could even summon a Pokemon or swing her lance. Being put on the spot like that was just a bit too terrifying for her, especially in the scenario that there were people's lives on the line if she were to fail. But these were gentle doubts in the back of her concious, overshadowed by another more vigorous thought.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that cities were demolished, transformed from sprawling metropolices to ruins of a lost paradise; that those that were spared were taken over, their citizens tormented by their own horrible fears day after day after day. And yet there were flowers here, in full bloom and beautiful, not at all tainted by the harsh cruelty that was the reality around them. Her beloved city could be torn at the seams, yet here the people, Pokemon, and plants for goodness sake just sat around and watched while everything around them fell apart in blissful obliviousness! They didn't deserve to live. They didn't deserve to live if they didn't have to struggle and fight for every breath like seemingly every other good human that still lived on the planet. And neither did their precious little flowers, either. It was with no shame that she, channeling the raging flame that was her wrath into a single foot let the heel of her duel-colored boot dig into a single sprout and wipe it from existance. However, instead of making her feel better in the slightest, it only seemed to cause a sense of disappointment well up in her soul. With an exasperated sigh, she collapsed to the ground, red and white outfit splaying across the blades of quivering grass.
"Ya' know, if I'm dreamin," she whispered, draping a sleeved arm over her eye to protect her retina's from the sun's scorching glare, "it'd be nice ta' finally wake up."
NOTES;; yeah, i'm sorry this took so long and how badly it fails. i got caught up in something before and after i promised to write this, so i had to finish that and yeah. i also rambled a lot. and, within a span of twenty-four hours, i will have a scrolly table here instead of whatever this ugly thing is. but. yeah. how you can somewhat enjoy. OTL
