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Who: Aki and OPEN!
Where: Violet City, outside the school
When: February 21st, afternoon
Summary: Aki needs CR with various people. I am so out of ideas for logs it's not even funny. Therefore, this was thrown together.
Rating: I doubt it will even go past PG, if that.
Log:
The funny thing about seeing a school in Violet City was that Aki had yet to see any especially young children around who lived here on a permanent basis -- there were quite a few middle and high schoolers present, though. She'd heard about it, and occasionally talk along with it that the headmaster himself was a real oddball, either who didn't speak the local language natively or completely refused to speak it properly, but a kind oddball nonetheless. She had never seen nor met him, though, so she tried to reserve judgment on it. Most likely, she'd have to come back when the school was active and inquire about whether it was a school for local students only, or even if she could enroll for however long they were going to remain in Violet before heading off again. It seemed unusual to be asking about taking a class this way, but things worked much differently here, she reasoned. It was possible they got those kinds of requests all the time from the more diligent of traveling trainers, anyway.
Peering around the corner, there was a small playground situated on the side, but the sounds of shouting and hard footsteps in the sand were notably absent at this time of day. The silence of an empty playground would always be strange to behold.
Before she realized it, she was crossing the dry, straw-like grass while maneuvering around the patches of dirty snow. Soon, she stood a few steps away from the rusted swingset, eying it in clear deliberation. The swings themselves shook a bit as they were brushed by the chilly February wind, and she recalled the comforting semicircle motion from the days when her father pushed her back effortlessly through the air with strong, caring hands.
She could think of a hundred excuses why not to, truthfully. It was too cold outside, she thought as she held her coat around her a little tighter, or maybe she was just too old for swings anymore. Besides, it wasn't too late to see if anyone was still taking care of paperwork or something inside...
Deciding against it at last, convincing herself that there was no need, she whirled around to make her way back to the front of the schoolhouse.
Where: Violet City, outside the school
When: February 21st, afternoon
Summary: Aki needs CR with various people. I am so out of ideas for logs it's not even funny. Therefore, this was thrown together.
Rating: I doubt it will even go past PG, if that.
Log:
The funny thing about seeing a school in Violet City was that Aki had yet to see any especially young children around who lived here on a permanent basis -- there were quite a few middle and high schoolers present, though. She'd heard about it, and occasionally talk along with it that the headmaster himself was a real oddball, either who didn't speak the local language natively or completely refused to speak it properly, but a kind oddball nonetheless. She had never seen nor met him, though, so she tried to reserve judgment on it. Most likely, she'd have to come back when the school was active and inquire about whether it was a school for local students only, or even if she could enroll for however long they were going to remain in Violet before heading off again. It seemed unusual to be asking about taking a class this way, but things worked much differently here, she reasoned. It was possible they got those kinds of requests all the time from the more diligent of traveling trainers, anyway.
Peering around the corner, there was a small playground situated on the side, but the sounds of shouting and hard footsteps in the sand were notably absent at this time of day. The silence of an empty playground would always be strange to behold.
Before she realized it, she was crossing the dry, straw-like grass while maneuvering around the patches of dirty snow. Soon, she stood a few steps away from the rusted swingset, eying it in clear deliberation. The swings themselves shook a bit as they were brushed by the chilly February wind, and she recalled the comforting semicircle motion from the days when her father pushed her back effortlessly through the air with strong, caring hands.
She could think of a hundred excuses why not to, truthfully. It was too cold outside, she thought as she held her coat around her a little tighter, or maybe she was just too old for swings anymore. Besides, it wasn't too late to see if anyone was still taking care of paperwork or something inside...
Deciding against it at last, convincing herself that there was no need, she whirled around to make her way back to the front of the schoolhouse.