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mayfield_rpg2012-03-24 10:01 pm
achromous) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-03-24 10:01 pm
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Twelfth Pokéball ☯ action
A; park, day
[As soon as Hilda had, quite against her will, submitted the census she'd received in the mail, she had taken off. There wasn't anywhere for her to really run away to, and so she was quickly drawn to the park, with its wooded area perfect for getting lost in. She could remember what happened last time Mayfield had given out censuses, and she didn't want to do that again. Even if Mayfield didn't repeat, what if it was similar but just worse? The only thing she could think of to do was train her Pokemon even more. She could only hope she'd still have them when whatever happened happened.
If you're in the park today, it looks like it's been hit by a hurricane in the right areas. Trees knocked down or torn to bits, water everywhere, cactus needles embedded in the plant life... It should be easy enough to find her by following the noise and destruction, where Hilda has all six of her Pokemon out, sparring against each other or practicing on the trees and plants around them.]
B; park, night
[In the end Hilda hadn't gone back to her home. She had spent countless nights out in the wilderness at home, so she's not scared of spending the night in some park, and laying balanced between Samurott and Liepard, looking up at the stars, is at least a little comforting, even if none of the stars are the same ones that she knows from Unova.]
What do you think, guys. How much longer will we be stuck here?
[Of course, her Pokemon have no answer.]
[As soon as Hilda had, quite against her will, submitted the census she'd received in the mail, she had taken off. There wasn't anywhere for her to really run away to, and so she was quickly drawn to the park, with its wooded area perfect for getting lost in. She could remember what happened last time Mayfield had given out censuses, and she didn't want to do that again. Even if Mayfield didn't repeat, what if it was similar but just worse? The only thing she could think of to do was train her Pokemon even more. She could only hope she'd still have them when whatever happened happened.
If you're in the park today, it looks like it's been hit by a hurricane in the right areas. Trees knocked down or torn to bits, water everywhere, cactus needles embedded in the plant life... It should be easy enough to find her by following the noise and destruction, where Hilda has all six of her Pokemon out, sparring against each other or practicing on the trees and plants around them.]
B; park, night
[In the end Hilda hadn't gone back to her home. She had spent countless nights out in the wilderness at home, so she's not scared of spending the night in some park, and laying balanced between Samurott and Liepard, looking up at the stars, is at least a little comforting, even if none of the stars are the same ones that she knows from Unova.]
What do you think, guys. How much longer will we be stuck here?
[Of course, her Pokemon have no answer.]