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Post by Aubre Ellen McKenna on May 19, 2013 1:33:52 GMT -5
The last week had been like a hurricane; most people would think her first week in years without work would be relaxed. Aubre had found that the exact opposite had been true--it had been hectic. The first few days of her 'vacation' had been eclipsed by deep depression and even deeper anxiety. The fourth had involved a trip to the park where the redhead had managed to snag a new job from a lovely middle-aged woman; Aubre had also spent the majority of that day shopping and splurging in an attempt to quell her anxiety. The fifth day had her waking up to hell itself. The sixth day had begun the packing, most of the small trinkets were already boxed away in various closets. The mousy woman, with her paranoia, could no longer sleep in a place that felt unsafe. Why was her packing so slow? Some part of her, having grown attach to this apartment, was trying to find a way out of running away again. The tables, the couch, the kitchen (restocked after a few days of hunger), and the bathrooms still looked identical. To her, still overwhelmed by the 'visit' the day before, and her various nightmares, the apartment had begun to resemble a twisted monster—the redhead still loved the old place
On the seventh day light was not created, as this was a completely different point in the timeline; halfway through her two weeks off of work, the girl had sat down in an attempt to calm her frazzled nerves. Her brain was not even capable of making decisions at the moment; it just circled around dark images repeatedly like some sort of clinically depressed shark. Books, long covered with dust, had been dusted off for a few hours of enjoyable reading. The television had been set on low-volume to some documentary that had seemed interesting. The only sign of the thoughts inside was the trembling within her fingertips. These movements began to calm as the fantasy inside the book, meant to be a parody, spelled her away to a happier place.
To her left on the couch was the somewhat rotund form of a young Persian; he was close enough to appear as a part of his tiny trainer. Sleeping on the top of the rickety old couch, with its rickety pattern, was the tiny form of a Mudkip. The thing had fallen asleep sometime after the last commercial. The couch to the right, where a large empty spot indicated intimidation and a bit of a concern, was taken up by the point-studded form of a Qwilfish. The other Pokemon, most of them up earlier in the day for training, were asleep in various locations around the apartment; the Breloom, the oldest in the group, had skipped off to the library to skim and read what knowledge he could. The television, and breathing, were the only noises audible in the whole apartment on that Friday night.
The sound of the doorbell came as a shock; round green eyes jerked up toward the locked door as Aubre stared at it with equal parts trepidation and curiosity. The girl had to push at the clingy Persian a few times to remove his paws, easily double the size of Aubre's hands, from her pajama clad lap. Her lips moved in an odd expression, somewhere between a pout and an unspoken question, as her bare-feet slid across the freshly mopped floors. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest with anxiety as she leaned against the old door for support. The wood was cool against her arms as, pushing against it, she rose onto the tips of her freshly painted toes. The first glance through the hole in the door, made specifically to spy around the hallway, made her worry; nothing but blackness had greeted her gaze. With a quiet noise of recognition, remembering that the thing was adjustable (and always played with by bored Pokemon), the skittish girl twisted it until the other side became easily visible. With a deep breath she forced her questing eye open to solve the mystery. With a bemused frown, the redhead fell back to her normal height. The sight had not been frightening (which was a shocker with her luck the past week).
It was a friend of hers (in the true sense and not the one she used to avoid verbalizing dislike); the curling black hair, which was familiar, had not produced any sense of foreboding. It had taken her a minute to place a name to a face, which was made more difficult by the past few days, and the smile on the other girl had brought back memories. "W-what is Tori doing here?" Green eyes, a few shades darker than those staring at the doorway, had now turned toward the floor in muttering-filled reflection. The movie had ended, a very hilarious one that had them both cracking up, and an invitation had been given. It had been a spur of the moment thing, something Aubre never did, and completely forgotten until now. "A-arthur, if y-you aren't asleep again, can you tell me what today is?" The Persian, with the toothy yawn associated with cats, laid his large head upon the couch as he spoke in his gentle and deeper toned voice. He then stared at the door as he let loose with his muzzle: "It's Friday, ducky. The last one of the month--remember? You made a joke about flipping over a new 'page'. Is there another boy here for you? Do I need to find a criminal and purchase some sort of club—not made out of a damnable tree of course. You need to be careful with them—men are nasty." The redhead blinked a few times as the date associated with the last week of the month came to mind. The invitation, given out on the best day she had in years became clearer in her mind.
Aubre was just glad, due to her inability to sleep, that she had cleaned the apartment; the only sign of dirt was a bowl of potato chips on the table. Sadly, with her guest at the door and waiting, Aubre was unable to properly decorate the place.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
All seven locks were pushed aside as the redhead opened the door to the darker-haired girl. Her smile, even with the past few days in mind, was not forced. The black-haired girl, just by being herself, had wormed her way into a usually closed heart. It only appeared after a few paranoid scans ensured her the hallway was empty:
"Hello, Tori! I'm r-really sorry for the wait, you can come in. J-just be c-careful, the floor is slippery. I r-really couldn't a-afford any lawsuit. T-that is not to say that y-you would put one of those on me, of course; t-then again, if you broke a hip, you w-would be justified...."
The door was swung open as the redhead stepped back into her recently compromised hideout; her cheeks blushed as a lie or two tumbled from her usually honest lips:
"I'd almost f-forgotten all about this until you knocked--that's what a g-good book does to a person, huh? T-then again, it has a lot of d-different effects on different people. I d-did s-say 'almost', right, Tori? I w-wouldn't want you to think that I w-would..”
Maybe this night, if Arceus would allow it to be pleasant, would allow her a few moments to properly breathe. After years of being over-worked, for minimum pay, she could do with a night out with a friend; it would also allow the secret extrovert to socialize to her heart’s content. The redhead needed to think. She just really did not want to do that. Victoria offered her a chance to forget things for a little while; it was hard to fight her guilty gut-reaction at the procrastination. An unflappable work ethic and constant paranoia could often be pesky things.
What was a night-in with a good friend? Was it twenty-seven on that list? Twenty-eight? It was a nice safe-place to start as well (the sky-diving was a bit intimidating). The guilt was quickly banished by the other girl's grin. The host looked like she had just gotten a root canal as her thoughts battled for control. All of the bad ways this evening could go, most of them ridiculous, threatened to overwhelm her anxious excitement.
A sleepover was perfectly safe—as long as everyone woke up the next day.
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Post by Victoria A. Ashton on May 29, 2013 20:05:41 GMT -5
Where Aubres week had been like a hurricane, Tori's had been rather slack. In fact, the days had seemed to be dragging on longer and longer, until the black haired girl had thought she would go crazy. Business had hit a stall, and the amount of time she just spent at home was getting under skin. Not to mention that no business meant no money, which had begun to affect her by the end of the week. Food was expensive. Basic living expenses were expensive. The possibility of having to go look for another job was becoming apparent. Getting kicked onto the street would put an end to the shaky, but good lifestyle that she had been living for the last few weeks. With the stress of that hanging over her head, the boredom she had felt over the lack of business had seem a lot less like boredom, and more like chaos.
It only made sense that the girl would start to look forward to meeting up with her friend, then. The idea of spending the night with Aubre, who she had only recently came to know better, and had started to consider one of her better friends, unlike someone that she had known before, was both exciting, and even a little nerve racking for the morph. It wasn't that she was worried about any dangers she may find in the red heads apartment, or whether or not Aubre would turn out to be a bad friend, but more that she would somehow mess this up. It had been years since she had slept over at someones house. Social situations often came naturally to Tori, yet even she was a little nervous about just how well she would handle this, though. It felt unnatural, the idea that Victoria could have trouble keeping that smile on her face, yet it was there all the same.
But she was still excited. The girl had not forgotten about the day that she was expected to attend the event in the way that Aubre had. The fact that the other girl had forgotten would not have offended Tori, who had simply been counting down the days. Perhaps her excitement was a little much, but it was not just her. Simon, the Spoink, had actually began to look forward to the visit, although his nervousness was already showing as they travelled down the street, with the way that he remained practically clamped to her leg, bouncing up and down in a rapid but frantic manner. Tori would have held the pokemon, but such a thing was dangerous. A spoinks very nature was dangerous, with the way that they needed to keep their heart beating.
Her Blissey, on the other hand, stood directly at the morphs side. The pink pokemon looked relaxed, and more than a little curious to finally meet the infamous friend that her trainer had been talking about on a number of occasions. After seeing Tori isolated for so long, even with her kind personality, it was nice to see her finally stepping out of her way to try and communicate with more people. The year was shaping up to be a good one, as far as Tina was concerned. If it continued like this, they could all be hoping for things to look up. The issue of money was hanging over their heads, and the Blissey was aware of that but, as a pokemon, she saw things slightly different then the human girl.
"Is this it?" Tina's voice was more curious then anything and Tori glanced up towards the building. This was, in fact, the apartments that had been indicated for her to enter. Her feet swept up the steps, and her voice sounded cheerful. The stress on the inside had a tight lid on it, and would not be rearing its ugly head today, if she had any say in it, "I think so! I hope so, anyway. It'd be a shame to end up knocking on some random persons door." The chill in the air was chased away as she stepped inside the building, and her eyes glanced up to read the numbers on the nearest doors. Simon bounced closer, looking around the building nervously, "A-are you sure this place is safe, Tori?" The nervous voice made the morphs heart ache, but the smile she threw the little pokemon was as encouraging as ever, "Don't even bother worrying over silly stuff like that. I'm right here, and I'm positive this is the right place."
Her knuckles had stung as they smacked against the door. The sound of locks clicking, multiple locks, at that, would do little to set Simons nerves at ease. The small pokemon hid himself behind Tori's legs, bouncing at an even faster pace, looking positively panicky. It was only Tina's comforting hums and presence that likely kept him from bolting. The sight of the girl on the other end of the door, with her own stutter and the fiery hair, did wonders to put those nerves at easy. Tori needed no such comforts. Her grin was just as natural, "Hey Aubre! What are you going on about now? Law suits." The black haired girl giggled, "I'd never sue." Turning slightly, Tori stepped to the side, one arm coming out to sweep towards the two pokemon. Where Tina smiled up at the girl, Simon squeaked and bounced back behind one of Tori's legs, "This is Tina, my Blissey, and Simon, my Spoink. I spoke about him before." The voice that matched her from down below was nearly a whisper, and Tori had to strain to hear, "Y-you've been spreading stuff about me around?"
"Only nice things, love." Her voice was gentle, but it seemed to do little to set the spoink at ease. He had wanted to do this, wanted to meet this Aubre, and her pokemon, but he looked like he was about to go into cardiac arrest. Tina was the first to step forward into the small apartment, smiling up at Aubre, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Aubre. Victoria has said many nice things." Even as the morph followed after, Simon on her heels and practically tripping her, another small chuckle was escaping from between her lips, "Don't worry about it! If things have been as hectic in your life as they have been mine," Perhaps not hectic, but stressful, "Then I wouldn't blame you if it slipped your mind."
That grin was on her face, bigger than ever. The bag slung over one shoulder dropped slightly, "So, Aubre, what sort of fun things do you have planned for us tonight? Or are we winging it?" Tina would shake her head at the enthusiasm. Simon simply breathed heavier.
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Post by Aubre Ellen McKenna on Jul 15, 2013 2:36:32 GMT -5
The redhead seemed to bounce between days she wished to end and those she wished to stretch on longer. She could remember many weeks just like the one Tori was experiencing; work and insomnia coupled to turn days into a nearly indistinguishable mess quite a few times. She was currently wishing that time had slowed down for her in the last week. Aubre felt as if she was being shoved off of a precipice and into facing her fears. Her life had been revealed for the safety-free thing her paranoia had always secretly thought it was. That man could always be just around the corner. The arrival of her friend did have a good purpose. It would allow her to avoid any decisions, and paper-cut-causing moving boxes. A band-aid or two were visible around her fingertips from her quick bursts of anxious and nervous packing. Any thoughts of these things were shoved aside when Tori moved to enter the apartment; it was rude not to focus wholly on guests.
With each lock turned, a noise likely apparent through the thin wood forming her door, the redhead cringed. Some tiny part of her was worried that Tori, when the gateway was open, would turn into a monster. The large majority of Aubre, with each shifting sound lodged in her ear, was bothered by just how paranoid her actions made her look.The locks comforted her (until she realized how easily fire could disarm them); she would have felt just like Simon if she had been seeing her door from the Spoink's persepective. Luckily, as she lived in a home mostly intended for the physically handicapped and elderly, Simon had very little to worry about; Aubre, with her inability to run, could do very little to hurt or hunt him down. To be honest, as she stood in front of the door, she had debated on running away for a few moments.
Instead, as a good friend would, she opened the door to let her invited and neglected visitor inside. Could Victoria break a hip? Was the tile still wet from its earlier mopping? When the darker-hair girl spoke, reminding Aubre that she had been rambling, her reckless tongue paused. With a swallow, as if executing what remained of her pointless rambling, she switched gears and replied: "Oh! I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to rant! My tongue just ran away from me. I j-just--people sometimes sue over s-silly things.." Her shoulders lifted in a noncommittal shrug as she glanced down to smile at the two Pokemon--neither of them were truly overly intimidating. The Blissey seemed friendly enough, and gave up a motherly vibe, and the Spoink seemed to be quivering his his spring. Taking another calming breath, her chest moving with her jacket, Aubre closed her frantic and nervous green eyes. The redhead truly wanted to stop feeling so cagey and pressured. Victoria had a way of making her feel at ease--even if her voice, with its prominent hesitations, had difficulties conveying that. The tight smile slowly seemed to relax as she spoke: "I d-didn't mean to say you would, T-tori. If you did break your hip though, which is likely very h-healthy, you might be c-correct in suing me; I w-would try to nurse you back to h-health if t-that happened--even if I'd be a horrid nurse.." Dark green eyes flickered down at the introductions. She knew how that poor Spoink felt.
Being over five feet tall, short for a human and taller than the average Pokemon in the city, Aubre sometimes felt puny, insignificant, and easily out-matched. For a moment, as if afraid her tired knees might collapse beneath her, the carrot-haired girl teetered with indecision. With a shake of her head at herself, for being silly (as she did exercise and only her back was that bad off), she moved to kneel before the two Pokemon outside the door. Her chin tucked in toward her chest just in case-- for any silly reason--the strange creatures turned into giant and angry monsters. Constantly chewed lips, which likely hated her carefully maintained teeth, jerked upward: "It is very nice to meet you both. I'm A-aubre. The cat asleep on the couch is Arthur, he's harmless, and my other Pokemon are scattered around the apartment--none of them will hurt you.." Would Alister say something mean? Would the Krelp with the nasty attitude? Rumors? This jerked her head up at Victoria--had she not informed the Spoink that they had already talked about him? Did she not know how that could make someone with poor confidence feel? The redhead doubted that Victoria, who seemed very well-adjusted, knew much about those feelings: "She has only s-said very kind and sweet things--she told me you were a little shy. I won't hurt you, Simon." Her hand had moved forward to shake the tiny limb of the Spoink just as Victoria stepped inside. That hand snapped out to the flimsy door-frame as she pushed herself to her full height. Her shoulders slouched forward as she made herself a smaller target--and tried to stop her back from aching.
The Blissey's words were met with another sweet grin as her head bobbed with another nod. Aubre liked this pink-and-white Pokemon; even her paranoia could find little to worry about in Tina--except for why she was not working in a hospital like most of her kind. "I w-would hope so--I would also hope, if I e-ever bothered her with anything stupid I said, that she'd tell me.." Green eyes moved to her friend as she allowed that subtle hint to hang in the air. "Hectic? Nothing bad h-has happened I hope? If t-there was a scheduling issue--you didn't need to feel pressured to come.." The door was closed gently, the finality of the sound still making its mistress jump. Her fingers, from hundreds of repetitions, quickly locked all the chains into place. No one, unless they just tore the door apart, would be getting in the apartment tonight--unless Victoria let them in. The redhead, while reluctant to trust, found herself willing to give up this much--unlimited door access--to her new friend. One day, especially as she would soon be a charred corpse, Aubre had to trust someone: "I d-did not truly forget it was just not at the f-forefront of my mind..." How had she missed that highlighted spot on her calendar--the one that gave it a snaggle-toothed appearance? How many times had her tired feet drug past the grids of that silly book? How could she expect to be safe outside if she couldn't read her own calendar?
Plans? Frantic eyes froze like those of a Sawsbuck in the headlights. Her fingers began to nervously pull at her collar as it became noticeably constricting. Her heart began to pound. What was she supposed to do now? "We can just wing it; you might not l-like anything I have planned--like a game of poker and a movie.You probably already saw the movie--please tell me if you did--I w-want this to be a fun night.." Like a fussy hen, pecking at the ground, she timidly moved forward to rearrange and clean her couch (which was spotless). One hand jerkily gestured to the couch as she looked for a way out. The feline, with a grunt at being shifted, moved forward to nuzzle and sniff this new visitor--he quite enjoyed petting and cuddling.
What was there to do in this place? Few fortresses, especially those about to be vacated, were built for fun.
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Post by Victoria A. Ashton on Jul 22, 2013 11:32:20 GMT -5
Hopefully Tori would be able to provide the distraction Aubre needed from her own fears, and the things running rampant in her mind (mainly her paranoia). Arriving here, even with the stress of the past week and a particularly bad mark on a test that could potentially affect how well she did overall in the course, Tori needed to have a little fun. She would put on her biggest smile, would scrounge up all the enthusiasm she had bubbling up inside of her, and try and make it so that Aubre also had a great time. She liked to see the other girl smile, and as they got closer, she realized that she didn't see nearly enough of that. Tori may or may not have been taking it upon herself to fix that.
Tori would not turn into a monster. Or at least, she would not suddenly gain monstrous behaviours. Her appearance may be another thing. Aubre likely wouldn't take kindly to the, well, doglike qualities that Tori had hidden underneath her illusion, from the canine like teeth, the red eyes, and the abundance of fur that covered her body. The claws didn't help either. So long as Tori's concentration didn't slip, though (and she managed to convince Aubre to let her rest in a different room), there would be no issue. She hadn't slipped up in months. The smile that she gave to the redhead was one of pure white, straight teeth. Not of slightly yellowed, sharp, canines.
"No need to worry over that! Just gotta keep an eye on Tina. She might file a complaint!" Tori nudged the large, pink pokemon, who gave a chuckle and nudged her back, "Oh yes, Tori. Because I'm obviously that sort of pokemon." The two pokemon, even if the Spoink was somewhat terrified of Aubre (He was terrified of most new people that he met), would like the redhead, and would think her company was great. Tina especially would think she was a sweetheart. Simon would hopefully feel the same way, although Tori was more than certain that he would, "Like I said, you don't need to worry about it. If I broke a hip, it'd likely just be me being my clumsy old self!" The grin was playful and joking. If she fell, she doubted she'd break anything. She was young enough, and drank her fair share of milk.
Aubre leaning down did make the little Spoink leap backwards slightly, glancing up at Tori with a worried gaze, even as he continued to bounce rapidly. Tina's small paw on his back was enough comfort he needed, though, to relax slightly and slow the sporadic movement until it was more rhythmic. Tina spoke for the little guy, which was the norm, "It's our pleasure to meet you, Aubre. You seem as nice as Tori said. Simon's just a little shy, but I'm sure he'll warm up to everyone. He loves making new friends." The Spoink gave a rather shaky, weak laugh. He did take to pokemon more than he took to humans. Pokemon hadn't been the creatures that had kicked him multiple times a day. The little Spoink finally found his voice, though. It was quiet more than it was shaky, like he was worried that he didn't have the right to actually speak out, "You seem very nice, Aubre." It took all over his bravery just to shake that hand, although he did.
Despite how shy and quiet the Spoink was, Tina could already tell that he was taking to Aubre fast, just from the little spark that was starting to show in his eyes, and the look of awe that seemed to be fixed on his face. Tina already loved her. Tori, meanwhile, gave a giggle, "What do you mean, something stupid you said? I have never heard something dumb come out of your mouth, Aubs." Her green eyes grew a little distant as she thought back on the past week, "Well, it's not that I had all that much stuff going on. It's just... I'm studying to become a nurse, right? And we had a bunch of tests for the end of the semester this week, and I was studying forever." The morph giggled, "And what about you? What were you up to this week? Lots of fun things, I bet!" Tina did find it a little odd just how many locks were being put in place. Simon was too distracted by inspecting the house to notice.
"Oooh, what movie is it?" Even if Tori had seen it, she likely wouldn't mind rewatching it. Simon's eyes had lit up at the idea of a movie, he loved them. Any movie. Except for horror films. Tori knew that the little Spoinks favourites were documentaries. How many times had she walked in to find him staring at the screen, watching a documentary on the food system in Sinnoh, or the living habits of Beartics? As Tori approached the couch, she saw absolutely nothing against giving the feline a good scratch behind the ears. She always considered getting herself a cat like that. Perhaps not a Persian. She desperately adored Skitty's. She had considered going out to try and catch one herself before. Perhaps someday...
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Post by Aubre Ellen McKenna on Jul 27, 2013 12:47:46 GMT -5
The dark-haired girl had succeeded in her mission so far; Aubre was quite distracted by the prospect of someone else staying in her home--and likely judging it. Then again, as she had become the first true friend the redhead had in quite some time (most of them just fond acquaintances or coworkers), Victoria had a good effect on Aubre. The girl enjoyed spending time with her friend--even on a bad day. The bad test would have resulted in a pat on the shoulder and encouragement if the trainer had been told; it also would have banished her worries more than anything else Victoria could do--the carrot-topped girl always wanted to help people. Aubre and Tori likely had the same goal--for opposite people. The younger of the two just wanted to avoid conflict, sadness, and questions. The smile on her face was nervous and a bit overwhelmed by the white and toothy one of her friend. Aubre, unlke with some people, did not find that particular expression predatory.
Sadly, as space was a bit limited in the apartment, Victoria would either end up on the couch or switching places with Aubre. The redhead had not even considered sleeping arrangements when she had blurted out this spur of the moment invitation. Once 'caged' in her room, the one with its own bedroom, the redhead would avoid leaving its confines--she would feel horrible if she woke Victoria up. The illusion needed to stay in place. The appearance of those features, suddenly and without notice, would bother Aubre in a visceral way, when she picked out canine features, and in a mental way. All she could think to ask, if such a thing occurred, was the following: why had her friend lied about what she was? Then again, when she had cooled off from her fright, the darker green-eyes would have widened with a realization; Victoria had no idea that Aubre was a psychic mutant. Any foolhardy and fear-fueled actions, which would occur, were hypocritical. . Discovery, as Aubre did not want to give the wrong impression to her girlfriend (such as having a weird crush or infatuation), was unlikely--which was good for that budding friendship (and Aubre's ability to always make herself feel guilt).
For a moment, not immediately realizing it was a joke, Aubre stared at Tina with trepidation; her hands jerked forward as if to steady the pink-ball as it stepped upon the freshly polished floor. The nudge shattered that impression; a head, her own, shook at Aubre's own foolishness. It was a joke. A smile soon emerged on her face as it hit her in full: "I will be certain to do that, Victoria. She looks like t-trouble" She felt like an idiot for doing it--and did it anyway. Her eyes scrunched in false scrutiny as she pretended to be keeping a literal close eye on her pink and pudgy friend. The redhead did not want to make an enemy out of this jovial thing and soon moved to correct her statement: "That's only a j-joke! I bet you're a great Pokemon and not the kind who sues strangers. D-do watch your step, please?.." Did Chansey even have hips to break or hit? The fat around their body, in large layers, gave them both great resilience and padding--he doubted a horrible fall in her apartment would really hurt the fairy-type. Was Victoria clumsy? Aubre had not yet seen anything to indicate that--then again--Aubre felt like a bear trying to be a ballerina at times. The redhead always felt awkward in her own skin now--as opposed to her once decent self-esteem: "If alt'd likely be my f-fault too, VIctoria---you seem graceful to me--you w-would know better than I do, huh?.." The grin was returned after a moment, albeit more subdued. Aubre preferred that they be safe and not rely on the strength of some lonely Miltank's milk for protection: calcium was not a suit of chain-mail armor.
Did Spoink ever get tired of all the bouncing? How did they sleep? Did he need some sort of special pad or mattress to sleep on? Aubre had always been fascinated by the physiology of various Pokemon and what exactly gave them their abilities--it always amazed her to see how varied this supposed one species could be. Her shoulders drew inward as Aubre tried to increase the illusion that her and Simon were equal in size; she knew what it felt like to feel tiny and scared. Her own anxiety sometimes made her bounce nervously like that--the girl understood his feelings more than Simon could ever know. She turned her smile briefly to Tina as one of those tiny hands reached out to steady the Spoink. "Most p-people do, even if they don't seem like they might be friends at first--it's better than making new e-enemies. T-the pleasure is all mine, Miss T-tina; you all seem v-very lovely." The redhead would not rush the Spoink's acceptance; she would allow him to go on at his own pace. Sometimes, when her tongue slipped up, Aubre wished someone could revoke her right to speak. When Simon finally piped up, his voice nowhere near as reedy as expected,, her smile shook-it was a beautiful little compliment: "You seem very sweet as well, Simon. Don't r-rush yourself though. I know how you feel.." Careful not to hurt him, in fact she did not even squeeze, Aubre moved her hand up and down--twice. Hopefully that small movement, without any consequences, would reassure the tiny fellow. Such things usually helped Aubre calm down.
The redhead smiled crookedly at Victoria as a witty response rose to the surface--Aubre felt that she had said plenty of stupid things. Honestly, when her paranoia came to the front of her mind, most people ran. Her lips pressed together as she debated on saying what she felt was a somewhat clever thing. Would VIctoria be angry? A shake of her head as she spoke: "You must not be listening very well; I've said plenty of silly things. Then again, silly is in the eyes of the b-beholder. Like I said though, I'm sorry if anything does pop out--my t-tongue and I a-are enemies..even though it lets me taste and t-talk..the latter is why it's not my best f-friend. Well, that, and it's just a muscle--having it be a friend is just weird.." To be honest, as she applied adjectives carefully (especially ones that might be taken the wrong way), the redhead felt that all adjectives were left up to personal opinion. Why else had Leon taken offense over something so simple as 'runner-up'? A nurse? That profession fit her friend perfectly--Aubre had debated on it for a while;t he smell of hospitals, her bad experiences, and the fact that she had a stalker with murderous tendencies had put an end to that: "A n-nurse? How many years have you been doing that and w-where? Avarius? Oh. Y-you probably did just fine Tori--you'd be a great nurse, at least I think s-so.. " Another mutter occurred; it was out before Aubre realized her brain and mouth were working against her. " Y-you've already made me feel better..." The redhead scolded her own stupidity again--her voice dropped off into silence at the end of that sentence. Why did she say something like that? She missed school--honestly, if things had not vanished in smoke, she would be sitting next to Victoria right now (and maybe fretting just as much). When was the last time Aubre had taken a test? Would her hands tremble? Would her former cool and joking attitude vanish under pressure her paranoid and PTSD clouded mind decided to conjure? The next questions drew a shrug and a very vague comment: "Not m-much--just working and s--sitting here. I was napping earlier.." The Persian seemed to have taken her spot--which was likely a good thing (as she was dog, maybe not dog, tired.).
"W-well, as we were just talking about it, I saw that 'Treasure Planet' movie and p-picked it up. If you don't want to watch that, for any reason, I have a small shelf next to the tv--with my other m-movies..." The movie was a stroke of dumb luck--she had just grabbed the first thing at the movie store she had not seen in a while. After being fired, and being down, the redhead had wanted something that made her feel like a kid--so she could forget how crushed she felt. Aubre settled onto the arm of the couch with her back pressed gently against it--lest the old thing hurt her (or swallow her). "Simon can pick if he w-wants--I'm sorry if I fall asleep; it has nothing to do with the m-movie.." Scarred hands joined Tori in her gentle petting of the rather chubby feline--he had no complaints. In fact, within minutes, he was purring like a motor boat. The silly thing loved attention.
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Post by Victoria A. Ashton on Aug 9, 2013 9:17:47 GMT -5
Tori would take the couch. She may not sleep very restlessly in the night, at least not until it was late enough that she suspected Aubre not to step from her room. In truth, she'd likely just end up tucking the blanket so far up around her head that any differences would not be seen. After all, the wild head of black hair stayed in both forms. The ears... did not. Tori had gotten so used to keeping what she was a secret, that she hadn't even considered starting to show it off. Would Aubre have approached her that day on the street if she had looked the way she did, with the pointed, black ears, the sharp teeth, the claws, and the abundance of fur? (Maybe if it had just been the fur. Tori was very soft.) If she did find out, it would likely be the first time that Aubre saw Tori really panic. That wouldn't happen, though. Tori wouldn't let it happen.
The Blissey gave a giggle, Tori just kept her grin fixed in place. Tina was the last person that would ever consider doing something like that. She was a sweet soul, for sure. Tori giggled as Aubre scrunched up her face to peer at the Blissey, grinning at her friend. Tina just gave a huff, pretending to be annoyed, before falling back into her more relaxed, kind expression, "You too, dear. We can't have you falling, now can we?" A fall likely wouldn't have hurt the Blissey in any way. The Pokemon was more likely to bounce, as loath as the pink pokemon was to admit that. She did not find the form her kind had to be very flattering. Why would a Blissey care about such a thing, though? "Graceful?" The girl giggled. Simon looked a little amused at that, "Trust me, I'm as far from graceful as you can get. I can trip walking over a flat surface." She wouldn't fall today, likely. If she did, she was more likely to bruise her tailbone than anything. Either that, or she'd catch herself. Tori may not be graceful, but at the very least she had pretty quick reflexes.
The Spoink never seemed to tire, unless he was stressed out. Tori wouldn't have been able to explain just how it worked, but she and him were aware that he could just... keep bouncing in his sleep. The first night that he had actually slept restfully, Tori had been surprised to find him still bouncing. For a moment, she had even thought he was still awake. After this the girl had done her research, which contained a lot of speculation on the fact that Spoink was able to use it's psychic abilities to keep bouncing, even in sleep. Simon did appreciate the attempt to get down to his size. The little pokemon was really only able to handle Tori when she stood at her full height. All other people made him feel insignificant. He was awfully close to the level of their feet. Both Tina and Tori were happy to see him stepping out of his shell a little. Tori had suspected that he would take easily to Aubre, "T-thank you." If anything, the little Spoink almost seemed flustered. Once the shake was over, he rebounded back a few steps, remaining very close to Tori's leg. Tori gave a small smile, "They are. Lovely, I mean. I couldn't have a better set of friends."
Paranoia wouldn't make her run. At this point, there was little Aubre could do that would chase the black haired girl off. She had, after all, already taken to this new friend. Tori just ended up grinning wider, giving a laugh, "Well, Aubs, you don't need to worry about me taking offence. After all, I do the same thing. I have a bad habit of not thinking before I speak." That could be awfully dangerous, "Feel free to blurt out whatever you want." Okay, maybe not whatever. But she suspected Aubre wouldn't suddenly start walking around and insulting her. Nursing had been something she had considered for the past few years, and her mind had been set on it. She would have suggested it for Aubre, but she also didn't know just the extent of what she had went through, and why that had deterred this idea already, "Yep, Avarius. I'm just finishing up my first year. They say that ones the worst, so hopefully things ease up soon. I'm better at the hands on stuff than the actual studying and writing. Essays are my worst enemy." Green eyes blinked at her friends next words. Her smile, recently enthusiastic, got softer, "I'm glad, Aubs."
Tori highly disliked tests. She didn't handle them well. That enthusiasm she always tried to have would be replaced with worry and awkward, spontaneous laughter, because she would try her best to keep calm... and fail. Of course, she could remedy this by actually putting the right amount of time into studying. Tori's eyes lit up at the title of the movie. Her grin widened, and she actually went so far as the clap her hands, [oolor=lightgreen]"Treasure Planet? Of course I want to watch that! Did I ever mention that you're the best?"
[/color] Tina chuckled at her trainers enthusiasm. Simon, on the other hand, looked just as enthused about the movie, "...I like that one... Tori always reads me that before bed." The morph adored cats. She would be happy just to sit there and pet the Pokemon. [/div] [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Aubre Ellen McKenna on Aug 27, 2013 0:42:28 GMT -5
Secrets, at least in this tiny flat, were best hidden in the dark.
The redhead rarely stepped out of her room at night; she was secretly terrified of what she might find. Her parents had commonly scolded her for staying up late, during the recovery for her attack, and habit still forced her to sneak about. Aubre was reluctant when no one was over and more obviously reluctant when anyone had come to visit.
Respecting her friend’s privacy would be first on her list. The site of that white blanket over that fuzzy hair would have stopped her heart on first site; it reminded her of morgues and corpses. The sounds of a moan, snore, or deep breath would have sent the tiny thing scuttling from the living room. The green eyes might have double-checked for signs of life—just in case a murderer had found their way into her home. The woman was relieved to have no notice of her friend’s surprising condition; insatiable curiosity would not force her to look beneath that sheet. The secret was safe between Victoria and her illusions—for now. These smiles did not transform like most others; many of those, found in the faces of strangers, took on demonic and predatory tints. The dark-haired girl and her Blissey were far from intimidating. The huff worried her for a moment—the earlier light-hearted laughter might have been an act. The positive answer further endeared the redhead to the little fairy-type; someone who cared about her or her safety, within a moment of meeting Aubre, was fine in her book. A single jerk of the head—vertically—met those kind words. Was Victoria that clumsy? Fuzzy images, of old trainers tripping over aisle lights, flickered to mind: “O-oh, please don’t fall then---t-the surfaces just like you is all…” How many times had Aubre herself fallen? The stubbed toes, at least once a week, were likely a lower amount. Victoria was a different story—the redhead saw no reason for the other girl to get hurt.Would she need to get padding for these meetings? Would carpeting provide adequate cushioning to prevent any concussions? Could the Blissey protect her trainer from any falls? Did those pink things really feel like marshmallows?
The creatures like Spoink had always interested the petite young woman; she did stare at him occasionally—with a smile. Was the little pig like a shark? Would restraints kill it? Banishing these thoughts, before the psychic-type sniffed them out, Aubre just continued to observe the rippling and fleshy spring. The fingers that gripped that tiny paw, tipped with hard claws, were no more apparent than a string of gossamer silk. “You are quite welcome, Simon—do you prefer ‘Mister’ Simon? I a-am so sorry I did not a-ask sooner; it bothers some people. N-nothing wrong if it does..”” The nervous lips parted in a tiny smile. The dropping of her hand, back to her side, was agonizingly slow. She did not want to spook the tiny little pig or to send him into a panic of any kind. The talk of friends drew pine-colored eyes around the apartment; most of the sleeping forms were hidden beneath objects. The Pokemon drove their trainer up walls. The creatures constantly] got her in trouble and made herself miserable. Victoria herself, while friendly and a altruistic person, sometimes blinded Aubre with her optimist and grinning: “I c-could not have h-handpicked anything better—“ Her words rang true—partially because the redhead looked at them a bit differently than Victoria. The eighteen year-old did not trust herself to pick confidantes and companions .She had bad judgment; Leon had been her best friend until the attack. The people that would line up to be her friends, to be hand-picked, were not the type she wanted. The comment, with a few features added, was nowhere near as complimentary. Aubre adored her friends—they were some of the only people she had left.
The paranoid behavior, constant attitude of servitude, and the cautiousness was why Aubre had so few people left. The redhead would try her best to hide these things from her new friend—she hated how those brighter green eyes would stare at her. The tongue in her mouth, sinful and burdened with words, felt like a leaden weight. When Victoria would smile and laugh, Aubre felt her heart sank---for just a split second. She realized, quickly, that she was not being made fun of. This entire meeting, her and Victoria, seemed to have been fated; the pair had a lot in common: “I t-try to think—it just doesn’t happen. I a-am very forgiving; I d-don’t need that free tongue o-offer; you might s-start flushing..” The joke, flat and small, ended with a sheepish and somewhat put-off smile. Aubre knew just how bad her jokes had been. The ginger would never insult her friend—she would likely cry if something (taken out of context) might have been taken badly.
Victoria was going to be a nurse? It did not surprise Aubre in the least—she had already began to fix her broken heart. A bit of jealousy, raw and persistent, nibbled deep within the smaller chest; she had stared at that old university and prayed to become an entrant. The girl would have taken a hundred exams—with dogs barking outside—if she could just throw work aside and learn. “O-oh? How l-long did you know you wanted to be a nurse? Did you like any of your c-classes—Victoria?” Blood, hospitals, crying children, and the trauma unit would break the redhead—a single burn unit would have put all those years to waste. The one not in school, who wished to be, had never struggled—she just nodded at the talk of difficult papers. Different things were hard for different people. Most people would not screech at the sight of a dog breeder.
A true gesture of affection and happiness: a sad, broken, and tiny smile on those cheeks. Her newfound friend had done so much and did not even realize it.
The little accident would bode a decent night—hopefully. The movie was something her friend wanted to see. Aubre could still, even with her friend over, get a quiet night upon the couch. The clap, quiet or not, drew pine-needle eyes to each of the walls; the neighbors could probably not hear—that did not stop Aubre from fretting. “I am not the best—you are. It was sort of an a-accident; I knew you wanted to s-see it and just had it on hand..” The giant cat rolled onto his back and pointed to all the under-the-belly spots in need of a good scratch. His trainers hands, nervous and moving toward the DVD, seemed to be otherwise occupied. The girl did hear Simon as he spoke: “Oh? Is she a g-good reader? Are there voices…?” The trainer realized a sad thing, as she crawled toward the television: Aubre had no idea how the player or television worked.
White noise filled the apartment.
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Post by Victoria A. Ashton on Sept 23, 2013 15:59:36 GMT -5
There had been a time when these types of things hadn’t been a worry for Tori. When she hadn’t needed to be constantly aware of what she looked like. It was incredibly easy for her features to shift, for her fur to suddenly become visible. It was also easy for her facial structure to tweak itself somewhat. She had gotten better at it with age—But nothing could stop the fact that when she was asleep she wasn’t paying attention, and therefore she suddenly looked more canine, or foxlike, as she preferred to say, than human. It didn’t need to be known, so why would she let it be? Tori did everything that she could to look unintimidating. She could have looked very different. The soft, slightly pudgy face, and bright smile was far from scary, unless someone was terrified of enthusiasm, ”Well, can you really blame them?” The light wink was just playful fun. She didn’t like floors nearly as much as they liked her.
Tori wasn’t exactly certain herself how the Spoink’s anatomy worked—but she had read enough books on it, and done a bit of her own personal research on computers and the like, to know that if the little Pokemon stopped bouncing, so would it’s heart. The fact that the psychic somehow managed to get enough rest in the nightly hours baffled Tori—but she didn’t question it. Simon wasn’t a super strong Pokemon, but this was how his kind had developed, and it likely had to do with the powers they had. Simon’s eyes momentarily stared at the hand, almost as if he was surprised that he was actually shaking it, before his quiet voice spoke out, flaltering multiple times as he stumbled through the words, ”No… No ma’am—Aubre. Um, Simon is fine. I… No one has ever called me mister.” The small laugh from the pig-like Pokemon was a rare occurrence. It made Tori smile.
Aubre moving so slowly was a good thing—Simon did spook easily. Even with Tori, who he had lived with for quite a few years now, still managed to startle him. She always felt horrible afterwards. Not that Simon ever got irritated with her. The Spoink adored her too much. The Spoink, at this point, both looked flattered and embarrassed by the comments being passed around. Tina, with a soft voice that could always make Simon feel more relaxed, spoke up next, ”Just don’t ask Tori to a battle. Simon and I prefer to laze around.” The Spoink gave a small jerk of his head. The orb there teetered for a moment, before settling back into place. Tori, not knowing of Aubre’s past and just how much she had been through, would have likely jokingly said that she had wonderful taste in friends.
So far Tori had seen all of these behaviors—and reminded unbothered by it. She saw no reason to let it get to her. Yes, it had taken some time to get Aubre to warm up to her, even after they had such a good start after going to the movies together, but if she was anything Tori was social, and she had heard many people say to her that it was a little infectious, ”You? Forgiving? Never would have guessed.” Bad joke or not, Tori gave another giggle. The sound was sincere, she was amused, ”Well, make that two of us, than.” Luckily for Aubre, even if something she said got taken the wrong way, it was very unlikely that she would show it—Nor let it get to her. Tori would just shrug it off unless it was seriously offensive.
She had decided on being a nurse quite early in her life—Or more had known that she wanted medicine. It had been becoming a nurse that had seemed like the right path within her last year of high school. It had also been a chance to get away from some of the people she had called known in her old school. Would they recognize her now? ”I really only decided on it last year—Though I liked the idea pretty much all through high school.” She paused, lips pursing for a minute, ”The biology courses were interesting—and the actual nursing ones,” A small laugh, ”After all, that’s what I was there for.” She would have wanted her friend to go to school—For whatever she wanted to attend for.
Tori would, hopefully, manage to bring out a few more of those smiles while she was still around—and hopefully more. Aubre would get her quiet night, just because Tori wasn’t a huge chatter during movies—One of the few times she actually stopped and listened instead of rambling on, ”Oh, shush. Just accept how awesome you are—And we must have luck on our side, than.” Simon, meanwhile, bounced even faster, ”Oh—Oh yes. She’s great… Really e-enthusiastic.”
”Maybe a little too enthusiastic. She gets a bit too into it—“
”Hey!”
Meanwhile, she had started to notice that Aubre was having a little bit of trouble—mainly because of the white noise that had been playing for a few minutes, ”Uh… Need some help?”
LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Aubre Ellen McKenna on Sept 28, 2013 1:18:09 GMT -5
It had just been less than a handful of meetings. A trip to the movies, a quick phone-call, an accidental happenstance at the library , and now. The theater had been dark. Her phone was not ritzy enough to provide video-chat. The library had just been a brief wave or two. Aubre had never sensed any monstrous secrets within Victoria; this was actually rather ironic—as this sweet girl was hiding something. Tonight, a fake-wooden door, would keep darker things hidden. Aubre would cover her scars beneath white sheets—dotted with spots of pink. Victoria, under a much brighter piece of bedding, would cover her face. Aubre sometimes preferred, like an ostrich, not to know; this situation would be one of them. The redhead had always thought of Zoroarks to be more canine than vulpine; she didn’t exactly have friends to spare to superstition.
The talk of carpeting and floors drew emerald eyes downward. She traced the wood whorls cut off by the jagged edges of the rug. Toes, massaged by the fabric, gave a few experimental wiggles. Her floor, in some spots, was uneven—she hoped Victoria didn’t trip (even if she took it as a compliment). The joke made her chuckle; the noise sounded oddly awkward and foreign (to Aubre): “I c-can’t see why I would blame it f-for wanting that—unless the carpet malicious; it’s not like y-you would c-crush it if you fell. It m-might give it a massage. T-that’s not y-your responsibility—and w-we all know carpets don’t need massages. I s-sound insane..” Realizing she had just turned a light-hearted joke dark, as she sometimes did, Aubre tried her best to mimic her friends smile. It felt awkward.. Her lips dropped back down. She really hoped that, sometime in the night, she didn’t hear a thump. The padding was thin. Thick cement lay beneath it. Aubre had no idea how to treat a fractured skull.
Nothing crunched. No bones were broken. He didn’t stop bouncing and drop over dead. Aubre just gave a brief shake; she dropped her fingers back to the floor to better support herself. For some reason, listening to him, it seemed this little guy laughed even less than Aubre herself: “You can just call me Aubre, Simon. I w-won’t bite, I promise..” No one had ever called him mister before? Was that meant to say that it made him feel awkward? Did he like it? Was it disrespectful or patronizing to call him ‘Mister’? Taking a cue from the trainer above her, and the laughter, the redhead tried to brush away her anxiety. The little piglet did not seem to mind—she didn’t need to keep pondering on it. The worries would stop nibbling at her thoughts eventually. When Tina spoke, drawing expressive eyes, Aubre smiled: “I w-won’t. It doesn’t m-make you lazy—battling can be scary. I s-stopped for the most part..” Getting set on fire, as part of your job did not appeal to the redhead. She still wanted to be a gym leader. She just couldn’t force anyone to battle involuntarily. Feeling mean for leaving Victoria out, Aubre made a quick addition: “Tori can battle with me if she w-wants; s-she just has a type advantage. Black-haired people are weak against red-heads…” Her father had once made jokes about those kinds of things; his daughter had not picked up on the sexual overtones until later in life. It seemed like a fitting line (even if it made her cheeks turn pink). Why did everything sound silly after she verbalized it? Would she really never have guessed? Had Victoria seen her be mad at anyone in the past few weeks? Aubre was not a hateful person—she was a frightened and skittish one. She could not even hate the man who made her that way. Victoria was kidding (or being humorously sarcastic). Aubre smiled and lifted her shoulders in a shrug: I’m just full of surprises. She really wasn’t; her biggest change in weekly schedule was her food choices. “O-oh? It does? Y-you seem to be a g-great orator…” What had the darker-haired girl meant? Did she say perverse things? Aubre had not meant to sound sexual earlier. Had it come across that way? When she warmed up to you, did Victoria sometimes say wrong things? Aubre felt, unlike herself, that her new friend was very comfortable with herself (and others). Was she wrong?
Unguarded for a moment, recalling her days in academic halls, Aubre looked like stars had fallen into her eyes. She would be in college—likely at this moment—if that thing had not happened. “N-nursing’s a steady c-career path. I w-wish I knew that much about m-myself..” Aubre could not be a nurse. Blood sickened her. The smell left her teetering between the present and the past. Doctors had hurt her. She had wasted a year of her life in a cold hospital room. The redhead had to admire her friend; nurses had kept her going—when her parents weren’t there. “I always liked biology m-myself..” The subject of life had engaged her—as long as nothing had to die (or reproduce). Dissections had resulted in her periodically skipping class. The question felt stupid afterwards; it was not as if Victoria was going to enjoy English the most with nursing on her mind. Her last reply was a nod and a brief smile. It took a lot for Aubre, wanting to be back in college more than anything, to not interrogate Victoria on her feelings. The hunger and curiosity, lingering in her mind, were obvious in her voice (and eyes). The redhead, sometimes stretching painfully to pay rent, would not be in college anytime soon—if she was, being too scared, it would not involve her dream. Gym leaders did not exist any more.
Was she starting to sound like a broken record? Had she seemed like she was throwing a pity party? Did Victoria not understand how imperfect she was? She shallowly judged people. Her apartment had become a bolt-hole. Aubre hid from the world and herself. Just to prove her cowardice, Aubre did not disagree. She just nodded, twice. Her smile did not reach her eyes. The dark-haired girl’s opinion about her ‘awesomeness’ was not something to argue with. It just made her look worse.
The next set of antics made her grin. The scene, trainer arguing good-naturedly with Pokemon, made her feel more at home. These scenes, with friendly squabbling, could be caught two or three times a week—in this apartment.
The happy expression turned anxious. Fingers continued to prod and poke at the entertainment center. She felt like an idiot; the white noise, resembling scornful words, made her more feel worse. She hated being put on the spot (even by an old and rickety television). Her back was partially exposed for a second, she pulled her shirt down. The offer for assistance was initially met with a brisk head-shake: “N-no, it’s okay Victoria, this thing can just be a bit stubborn..” Aubre was the one being obstinate. The mute button silenced the buzzing. Another minute or two passed; sweat now beaded her brow. She didn’t understand. Finally, sitting back on her knees, the redhead was forced to admit defeat: “D-do you know anything about DVD players? I’m not really an electrician..” She was a bright shade of pink.
The flustered girl had been using the wrong remote.
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Post by Victoria A. Ashton on Nov 7, 2013 16:59:30 GMT -5
And all those meetings, despite being rather small, had not been regretted once by Tori. She enjoyed the company of the other girl--She found Aubre fun, and so far she was feeling like she was getting closer to her quite quickly. It had not crossed her mind to consider telling her friend about her morph side, seeing as she didn't see it necessary. In face, Tori just thought that it would end up jeopradizing the budding friendship, and that was not something that she wanted to risk. Victoria had never had that many friends, to be entirely truthful. The social little bee just didn't seem to be able to hold onto them, and she had been a bit of the odd one out when she had been in highschool. So, why risk this friendship just to show off a pair of ears and some dark fur that she didn't even like all that much?
When Tori had gotten Simon, he had been even more different than he was now. The little Pokemon had been through some very dark things, as the bruises and slightly crooked glass jewel upon his head would indicate. He also did not speak a word to her for quite a while, and flinched away from her hand. It had taken time to get the little creature to warm up to her--Now Simon was almost social compared to what he had been, "Well... If you promise." The little Spoink shifted awkwardly, before bouncing back a few steps, getting closer to Tori, though not quite hiding behind her legs. Tina gave the little Pokemon a smile before addressing Aubre, "I don't believe Tori's a huge battler either--It's why we're so good for each other." A glance at her trainer--There was also the nice little fact that Tori was going into the medical field, which sat well with the Pokemon.
The comment made Tori's eyebrows shoot up, while she also started to laugh, "I'll pass, Aubre. For now, that is." A small, joking wink. She didn't mean anything by it, except to show her good humor. Those green eyes returned to glancing around her friends apartment--It was nice, and Tori had a feeling she was going to enjoy the evening. Tori had been surprisingly quiet in school, though. Not that she wasn't social, and not that her laugh hadn't been as loud and passionate as it was now, but she had had few people to laugh with, and she had never really gone out of her way to make that stretch. Her grandparents had often worried over it, "Oh gosh no. Don't put me on a stage, I'll just end up embarrassing myself." A slight wave of her hand, dismissing the comment. She was not a good orator, as far as she was concerned.
It was not that Tori was staring at Aubre with starry eyes that couldn't see any imperfections--It was the fact that the girl had the uncanny ability to look past them and see more. She didn't dwell on things such as minor little flaws in a persons being. Sometimes it hurt her, sometimes it made her look past something that she should be concentrating on, but more often then not it made it easy for people to relate to her, whenever she felt the need to speak up and actually get close to them. Tori was happy to get to know Aubre. Any 'awesomeness' she had claimed came from a truthful part of Tori that people seemed to love. It would, hopefully, help the two grow close faster.
She didn't exactly want to force herself into helping the other girl, if that's not what Aubre wanted. Tori's thumbs did, however, begin to twiddle back and forth, and Tina and Simon fell silent, seeming to be doing their own little job of observing the apartment. Green eyes flickered away awkwardly--It was the first time the dark haired girl had actually seemed like she was growing rather awkward. It was quite out of character of her, in fact. A set of teeth began to nip at her bottom lip, until, to Tori's relief, Aubre finally bothered to ask her if she had any idea on how to run the machine. The morph wasn't exactly sure, seeing as it might not be the same as the one she had at home, "Now see, isn't it easier to ask?" Her tone was joking, and the girl rose, only to scoot on over to where Aubre crouched.
"You're blushing~" A finger poked at a red cheek--Before Tori turned to squint at the machine herself, "...Are you on the right channel--Does that remote even work for this DVD player? ...Batteries?" A finger reached out to jab at the power button on the actual player.
LAIKA OF GS!
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