► PLAY IT TO THE BEAT [elizabeth]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,vertical-align:top;] SASCHA FOR ► elizabeth // reeeeeeeeecey. NOTES ► lolol you can basically ignore the first three paragraphs. :V

[atrb=style,margin-top:-5px;,bTable] today had started off as a very nice day. piper had woken up, looked outside, and decided that today was a day for relaxing. to have serious training on such a nice day as this would be unforgivable. though she supposed that this thinking wouldn't last for a very long time, but for today, it would be alright. piper might have just started her whole trainer she-bang, but she was allowed a break once in a while, wasn't she? all work and no play made jack a dull boy--or something along those lines. so, she started off by going back to sleep and not waking up 'till the middle of the afternoon. promptly at three, piper woke to her own personal alarm clock; sascha, who had been up for a few hours already, had managed to climb on top of the dresser to look out the window, only to catch sight of a group of pidoves that she would have loved to run through. now agitated, she started barking out the window, scrabbling at the glass and looking a little dumbfounded that she couldn't get at those stupid pokemon. "arceus, sascha," piper groaned, tossing a pillow at the pokemon, "just shut the fuck up!" the gible looked at her trainer, then back at the pidoves, and after scrabbling at the window for another moment, just imagining running through and scaring the pokemon, she jumped down onto the floor, looking up and waiting for piper to get up--which was how she had been spending the hours she was up. but by now it didn't take piper long to slowly pull herself up and out of the bed. ruffling her hair, she dropped off the side of the bed to sit on the floor, mouth stretching in a wide yawn. "alright sascha, we aren't going training today. we're going to go have fun." while talking, she had reached over to her bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of liquor with a grin. now piper was walking down skyarrow bridge, can of green tea in one hand. she looked more or less the same as when she had woken up, hair sticking up in the air and thoughtless clothes put together. she had gotten it in her head (fueled by other substances) to find the exact center of the bridge, and now she was walking up and down it, counting steps and recounting when she lost count and making up numbers when she didn't want to go recount. when she thought she found what was (roughly) the center, she sat down in the middle of the street, crossing her legs so that she could sit sascha onto her lap. "see? i told you i could do it," she told her pokemon, though the gible hadn't argued against it at all. with a little sniff, she took another (large) swig of "green tea", making a face as she tasted it. "eugh. well, i know i said today was just for having fun, but i feel like a battle, sascha. what do you say?" piper looked down at the gible, though she knew what the answer would be. sascha freaking loved to battle, though it might also be because piper always let the gible do whatever she wanted. "gar gar gar!" the gible barked enthusiastically and piper nodded her approval. "well good. now we just need to find a suitable opponent." still sitting in the middle of the pathway (though it wasn't like there was a lot of people around anyway), piper started staring at people rather unabashedly, trying to decide from afar if they would be a suitable opponent.

[ELIZABETH CHAIN]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300px,true][atrb=style, background: #121212; margin: 0px; height:50px; valign: top;][atrb=style, background: #121212; margin: 0px; padding-left: 5px; ][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #da8994 solid 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]For once Elizabeth had decided to dress down; believe it or not, but looking fabulous twenty four-seven was tiring. Today all she wanted to do was get traveling and find herself in a nice little coffee shop. She hadn't tasted the beverage in so long, and as Elizabeth would say, she was having withdrawal symptoms. Yet really it was just that she was wearing less make-up and looked like a zombie, or just an ugly girl. Every time she passed a mirror she would cringe and try to resist the urge of applying a little foundation or eyeliner. Whenever Elizabeth felt the need to do this she found a little cure for herself. It wasn't the best of things, but she found a glass of wine helped her to ease to stress. Before 12pm the pink-haired girl had had three glasses and wasn't exactly herself. She wasn't use to drinking, but the Hotel room she was staying in supplied the most exquisite wine, and elizabeth didn't want to pass up an opportunity to have a good drink. Forgetting what she had planned to do that day, an hour or two passed and she ended up just laying on her bed watching her Eevee, Don, jump about like a maniac. It was leaping about the dressers, knocking off bottles of perfume. In a sober state Elizabeth would of stopped this madness, yet with all the wine in her system she couldn't give two shits. It was when Don had stepped upon the remote controller for the Television that Elizabeth realized what she wanted to do. An advertisement for a coffee shop in Nacrene city came on, and suddenly she jumped to her feet and without warning let her Eevee be materialized back into his pokéball. Leaving the hotel she only had a vest top and thin lacy cardigan to cover her upper area. A small pair of denim shorts on her legs and some converses. She knew what she wore wasn't the most fashionable, but she was tipsy and could care less. Her handbag swung from her arm, a little heavier as it had a half empty bottle of white wine inside. Elizabeth made her way onto the bridge that separated her starting location and Nacrene city. "One step... Two step~" She hummed, taking quite over-exaggerated steps. Anyone who saw her would suspect she was a mental patient who had escaped. But after a while she stopped speaking and began to skip down the pathway, attempted not to knock into anyone. After a little while of embarrassing herself she had slightly come to her senses and began to walk like a normal person (well, she tried to). It was then that she passed a messy-haired female who sat down on the floor, a vicious looking pokémon placed in her lap. Elizabeth couldn't resist the temptation to see what she was doing. Gently she hopped over to her and whisper, "what are you doing? is this a..." she took a second to peer around for people who may be listening "secret mission?" Maybe she was like, trying to destroy the world. Although this thought was bizarre, Elizabeth now felt a little bit of panic and pondered if this could be the girl's objective.[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,vertical-align:top;] SASCHA FOR ► elizabeth // reeeeeeeeecey. NOTES ► trolololol i love elizabeth

[atrb=style,margin-top:-5px;,bTable] piper was angry. actually, no. she was disappointed. it was a perfectly fine day, and yet, no one was about. well, there were people about, but not the right kind of people. there had been an old guy who looked like he was going maybe one mile an hour, a group of young teens who huddled together and exploded in childish giggles, and an awkward couple who were obviously on their first date. "get a room!" she had called out, causing the group of tweens to have another giggling fit. embarrassed, the couple had moved on, and eventually, so did the girls and the old man. though that did just mean that more people came to replace them, though, once again, they just weren't the right kind of people. honestly? piper didn't even know what she was looking for. a trainer, obviously, but these days, everyone had pokemon with them, even as a pet, so it was hard to discern the real trainers from the wannabes. a little kid had trotted by with what looked like a belt of pokeballs, but when she shouted a battle challenge at him (and sent sascha after him), turned out the pokeballs were just empty. what kind of crazy person would just walk around with empty pokeballs? after a while, piper almost felt like giving up. her can was starting to run low, which meant she should probably go back and take a refill. and that gave her an excuse to try and find another place with more trainers about than this sorry excuse of a bridge. piper put her arms around sascha and pouted, deciding to give it perhaps five more minutes before she got up and sprinted down the bridge. she wished sascha was bigger so she could ride the pokemon down the bridge. or perhaps she would once she got a bigger pokemon. she would look like a boss riding on a steelix, thank you very much. honestly, she had been a little caught up in her vision of her trusty steed, piper hadn't even noticed the pink haired girl. but before she knew it, the stranger was kneeling next to her, whispering. eyebrows furrowed, she turned to look at the girl, but her confused expression soon fell and a smile grew on her face when she thought she caught a hint of alcohol in the air. "fuck yeah this is a secret mission," she whisper-yelled. "but dude, i'm a little stuck and i might need your help. tell me you have pokemon. like, battling pokemon." at the word "battling", sascha looked up at the new girl, eyes wide and expectant and teeth bared in a smile.

[ELIZABETH CHAIN]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300px,true][atrb=style, background: #121212; margin: 0px; height:50px; valign: top;][atrb=style, background: #121212; margin: 0px; padding-left: 5px; ][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #da8994 solid 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]The faint taste of wine lingered in Elizabeth's mouth, and she made a foul face when she realized. The after-taste of all alcohol was horrid, but the effects made Elizabeth all happy; she couldn't remember why she didn't drink often. It was then that she began to worry that the girl she had tried to speak with might notice the hint of wine in her breathe, and immediately slapped both of her pale hands across her dull lips. Eye's bulging she watched this girl with anticipation. What was her goal? Did she plan to blow up the bridge... she was a terrorist! Oh sweet arceus, what was Elizabeth to do? She couldn't run, or even say anything. play along, said a voice in her head. Good idea, the pink-haired girl would simply play along and not try panic. "You are!" Elizabeth exclaimed as the girl reinforced her 'secret plan' idea. That was it, she was definitely a terrorist. Look at her, she looked just like one. Wait... what did a terrorist actually look like? Elizabeth came to the conclusion they all looked like this girl and narrowed her eyes. It was now in Elizabeth's hands to save this bridge and everyone on it. Lost in thought she nearly missed the girl ask a question. Battling pokémon? Well sure, didn't everyone? Elizabeth gave a nod, trying to keep her lips sealed so no word vomit would be produced... or maybe just vomit. Wondering what on earth this terrorist wanted with battling pokémon, Elizabeth rummage through her bag. Remember she had the bottle of wine in it, her mouth grew awfully dry. She'd need a drink; so she stuck her head into the handbag and attempted to take a swig from the bottle... and failed. "fuck it," she muttered, pulling the bottle out into the open and placing it into her mouth. A couple of cringy gulps later she held the bottle out to the girl. Moving her head in a gesture for her to take it. With her other hand Elizabeth still went through her bag and finally pulled out a red and white sphere. unable to tell which pokémon it held she tapped a finger against it and tried to peer inside. "Lookie!" She sang, turning back to the suspected terrorist. "Here's a pokémon of mine~ he... she... it battles!" Carefully she tapped the button upon the sphere and a red light shot from it. Substituting where the beam of light had ended was now a Stantler who simply stared at Elizabeth. Amazed by the pokémon she ran toward it, stroking it's fur and went to ask where the girl had got it, yet remembered it was indeed hers. She looked at the girl again and spoke quickly. "Oh yeah, I'm Elizabeth? And you are?" [/style]

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[cs=3] go 'til the morning sun piper couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when the girl exclaimed. did she really believe that she was on a secret mission? arceus, she must be really fucking drunk. normally, piper wouldn't judge (actually no that was a lie), but despite the fact that she still felt a little warm buzz throughout her body, she was sure that she was more sober than this girl. and besides, she had started drinking like hours ago and it was already gone, so it was understandable that she felt fine now, right? right. but she decided to at least humor the girl and pretend she was on a secret mission. because, in reality, she was, wasn't she? she was on a mission to find a trainer to battle, and it was a secret because she hadn't told anyone about it. and sascha didn't count, because it wasn't like a pokemon had the ability to spread secrets anyway. but the girl had nodded! that was a good sign. with wide eyes, she watched the girl as she fumbled through her bag, expecting her to pull out a pokeball and produce some amazing pokemon. like a .... like a .... well, piper didn't know like what exactly, but something cool. instead, she was surprised to find the girl pull out a bottle of alcohol instead. oh, so that's what she had tried to do with her bag. piper had thought that putting one's bag up to their lips had been a little strange, but so was this girl with pink hair who was convinced she was a spy or whatever. actually, it turned out to be quite the pleasant surprise when the bottle was offered to her. well, piper had been planning to go for a quick refill later, so it suited her fine that she had been offered something now. taking the bottle, she put it to her lips and tipped it back, taking a rather large gulp. as the burn of the alcohol hit her tongue, she pulled back and made a face, though then she went back for seconds, much more used to the taste now. it was better than mixing vodka anyway. finally, the girl had pulled out a pokeball, and piper made the move to hand the bottle back to her as well. she pushed (a little roughly), sascha off her lap so that she could stand, though the action gave her a big head rush and she had to stumble around a little to find her footing, brow furrowed into dents as she closed her eyes, trying to wait out the pain. but that soon faded away and she shook her head clear, blinking as her vision sharpened. "fucking tits," she muttered, rubbing at her forehead, but then turned her attention to the girl who was standing and stroking her own pokemon. a stantler? .... well, she supposed those could be cool too. no, she lied. stantlers weren't cool at all. but she should keep her mouth shut, as the girl really did look rather fond of the pokemon, and in a rare moment of consideration, piper nodded at the pokemon. "nice," she said, which was possibly the best kind of compliment, especially coming from her. with one foot, piper pushed sascha forward, as the gible was still sitting on her rump, looking up at the stantler. who knew what was going on in that pokemon's mind. she was probably trying to decide which part of the stantler would be the tastiest. stupid gible. piper almost missed the girl's introduction, and only caught the question part. ohwell. she didn't really need to know her name anyway. "me? the name's piper fitch, bro, but you can call me piper," she said with a rather smug and dumb smile. "now that we got that out of the way, are you ready to battle? if you lose, i'm going to blow up the bridge!" that last bit had been added as an after thought to humor the girl, though piper was almost convinced that she was telling the truth.

[ELIZABETH CHAIN]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300px,true][atrb=style, background: #121212; margin: 0px; height:50px; valign: top;][atrb=style, background: #121212; margin: 0px; padding-left: 5px; ][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #da8994 solid 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Elizabeth stroked her Stantler, Fawn, with much joy. It was so marvelous and she couldn't help but feel excited seeing it... ignoring the fact the pokémon was indeed hers. The stantler lifted her head, feeling more superior than anyone else who was about. She'd never been given this much attention before, and damn didn't it feel good! Yet, the big horned pokémon began to flinch as Elizabeth scratched the side of her neck repeatedly. Deer lord, there seemed to be nothing more amazing in the world than the feeling of her trainer's nails on the Stantler's skin. Yet, as Piper spoke, it caused the pink-haired girl to stop and listen to what she was going to say. So her name was Piper Fitch? Well, for all Elizabeth knew that could be a fake name encase she got caught doing... well... terrorist stuff! Yet Elizabeth soon knew what things this girl would be up to after her last sentence. Blow up the bridge?! She was right, Piper was a maniac, and Elizabeth had to win to save all these people's lives. Suddenly the fate of many was in her hands and she was like a superhero. Leaving the Stantler, Elizabeth stood opposite the terrorist, leaving a spacey gap inbetween them. She watched the dragon Pokémon with cautiousness eyes. It was probably going to be pretty strong... oh dear. Yet Stantler seemed to have no issue with this and strutted over to them and just let out a tiresome yawn. A small gust of wind flew past, causing Elizabeth's cardigan to flap about. Attempted to hold it down her hands fumbled at their sides and the Stantler gave her a strange look. It was pretty obvious she wasn't in the right state of mind, and Fawn felt a little bit embarrassed of her. "So... I guess I'll start because," She scanned her mind for an acceptable reason, and blurted out "...I want to!" and gave an over-enthusiastic grin. Fawn readied herself, one hoof constantly tapping on the ground (which left Elizabeth confused to the source of the sound). "Let's start with a Leer than tackle, fawn!" Elizabeth sang, pointing her hand at the Gible far too dramatically. Fawn took no time to respond and made her way toward the Dragon pokémon. Normally a leer attack would include a pokémon's eyes, yet it seemed Fawn was using the two pupil-like balls in her antennas instead. It was like they had become the only thing someone would want to look at as she charged, ready to impact with the opponent. Hoping the Leer would indeed lower the Gible's defense before she hit with the tackle attack. Yet the size difference may be an issue. Being so small the Gible would have speed and evasion on his side.[/style]

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