[color=yellow][h2][center]♪♫♪ Cecilia "Cici" Taylor ♪♫♪[/center][/h2][/color]
[color=yellow][h3][center]Location: Central City[/center][/h3][/color]
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Cici looked down at herself. Scruffy hair hanging in wild tangles over her shoulders, faded baggy jeans, scraped-up boots. She laughed. [color=yellow]"I may be a little out of place in there,"[/color] she said, but followed Tommy towards the building anyway. Even though jazz wasn't the kind of music she usually listened to, it was always good to learn more about different genres.

She'd taken out the second half of her sandwich, and along the way, she munched on it, looking up at the neon sign. The name reminded her that a Chatot was a priority on her list of Pokemon to catch, once she reached the skill level to do so.

Lost in her daydreams about future possibilities, she didn't notice the ball of blue and white fluffy feathers zooming towards her until she felt it tug what was left of the sandwich from her hand. [color=yellow]"Hey!"[/color] She turned her head to see the Swablu land on a brick wall outside the building. As soon as it spotted her looking in its direction, it let the sandwich fall from its beak on to the ground. Despite being surrounded by crumbs, which it wiped away with its wings, it gave her the most innocent look it could.

Forte bounced over to the Swablu, scolding it, though doing so in mutters. The wild Pokemon, still trying to be the picture of innocence, gave a soft, sweet chirrup and fluttered into the air. Cici couldn't help but chuckle as it settled on her head. [color=yellow]"So my hair looks that much like a nest, huh?"[/color] she said, reaching up and petting the Pokemon. It was like patting a ball of cotton. She knew the Swablu was deliberately putting on the cute act, but it was working. She just couldn't stay annoyed at it.