video. | action for goldenrod.
[when this particular feed opens up, it is to the sound of a Gengar's loud cackle. the feed is pointed to the door of the Goldenrod gym, in all of its rather plain glory, and there appears to be an air of anticipation, as though something vaguely hilarious is about to transpire--
not three seconds later, the door to the gym slams open, and there is a fourteen-year-old striding out of it. this shouldn't surprise anyone, really, considering Franziska von Karma's track record, really.
however. there is something profoundly different with her hair today that even the most casual of observers are capable of picking out.
strawberry-shaped ornaments clack and swing from side to side.
hair clips.
a tiara jammed into the side of her head.
an assortment of hair ties.
seven braids and pigtails pointing in odd directions, her bangs swept up and jerked, giving the impression of a pissed-off chihuahua. ridiculous, angry, and covered in colourful adornments.
the finisher is the giant pink bow on her head, because honestly, if that thing were any larger, she'd be able to get it to flap and carry her off into the sunset.
her thoughts?]
AUUUUGHHHH!!
[thank you, Franziska.
and she looks positively livid. there is a cheerful echo of 'and if you ever need more hair tips, come back some other day!' coming from the general direction of the gym, which means that Whitney had too much fun today, even post-defeat. Franziska's already pulling a hair tie out of her hair when she notes--
a scream, and she grabs the video-- cut.]
[ooc: badge is mod-approved, though Whitney really had too much fun with the aftermath-- she'll respond to any replies approximately half an hour later, and with her egg batch as outlined here o/]
not three seconds later, the door to the gym slams open, and there is a fourteen-year-old striding out of it. this shouldn't surprise anyone, really, considering Franziska von Karma's track record, really.
however. there is something profoundly different with her hair today that even the most casual of observers are capable of picking out.
strawberry-shaped ornaments clack and swing from side to side.
hair clips.
a tiara jammed into the side of her head.
an assortment of hair ties.
seven braids and pigtails pointing in odd directions, her bangs swept up and jerked, giving the impression of a pissed-off chihuahua. ridiculous, angry, and covered in colourful adornments.
the finisher is the giant pink bow on her head, because honestly, if that thing were any larger, she'd be able to get it to flap and carry her off into the sunset.
her thoughts?]
AUUUUGHHHH!!
[thank you, Franziska.
and she looks positively livid. there is a cheerful echo of 'and if you ever need more hair tips, come back some other day!' coming from the general direction of the gym, which means that Whitney had too much fun today, even post-defeat. Franziska's already pulling a hair tie out of her hair when she notes--
a scream, and she grabs the video-- cut.]
[ooc: badge is mod-approved, though Whitney really had too much fun with the aftermath-- she'll respond to any replies approximately half an hour later, and with her egg batch as outlined here o/]