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I wasn't sure whether to post or wait for Ekirei (I think we're only waiting on Hao, right?). In any case, I'll be a bit busy tonight, but I'll try to get that response in tomorrow. :)
Over fifteen hours within the confines of the ship proved too suffocating for a certain blonde ranger-to-be. Noah looked out the window in her increasingly claustrophobic cabin, but the sight of the endless expanse of blue-green sea, stretching onto forever with the destination nowhere in sight, only made her agitated. She had been up hours ago, before the sun rose to liven up the dark skies, and had circled the entire ship at least thrice since then. Still she felt restless. Her feet ached to return onto solid land, where she could bounce around and skitter off as she pleased.
It was exactly as her brother warned the day before, during one of his many attempts to dissuade her from leaving. After hearing about her spontaneous application (and subsequent acceptance) to the PRA, her worrywart of a brother just about had a meltdown, and actually exploded on their parents for giving her permission in the first place. They laughed off his outburst, used to his overly theatrical tendencies when it concerned her (he took his older brother duties too seriously), and simply proceeded to help her pack, even picking out her clothes for her since they knew she'd just grab the first thing she could find. Anyway, since then, her brother tried different methods of persuasion to get her to stay. Threats, bribery, pleading. They were all lies or exaggerations, but he was right about one thing. He told her about how much she would hate the boat ride there, because it would be nothing but hours of idleness, and that couldn't be more accurate.
Noah paced along the length of her cabin, pulling at the single braid she'd tied her hair in as she tried to muster any ounce of patience she had left. She assured herself that they were nearing the HQ—she talked to the ship's captain earlier this morning (don't ask her how; it was a complicated series of events that began when she tried to jump off the ship to swim with the mantykes) and he said that their ETA was 'very soon, so try not to drown yourself in the meantime.' Luckily, it seemed that patience was no longer needed.
The foghorn rang out across the ship, and it sounded like freedom to her ears. They have arrived at last, and unlike her brother threatened, her head hadn't blown up at all from the boredom. Noah was unable to quell the excitement bubbling up, and her hands jittered with over a day's worth of pent-up energy as she gathered her belongings and hastily stuffed them in her purple Aipom backpack. All her mom's efforts in keeping her things organized were wasted, but she didn't have time to worry about that now. I'm going to be a full-fledged ranger soon!
Slipping on her backpack, she did a quick check to make sure everything was in order, just like her brother implored her to do many times over. What did it start with again? Oh, right. Clothes… For today, she wore a light blue sleeveless romper and matching short boots, perfectly suited for moving lithely. Check. Noah debated on finishing the checklist, but it had about thirty items on it, and she decided that if her clothes were all set, then everything else should be as well. Nodding to herself in approval, she offered her brother a quick mental apology, just in case he somehow finds out that she got lazy, and raced out the door, expertly weaving through the throng of people as she made for the deck.
Noah had explored the entirety of the ship so thoroughly that she knew the quickest route to the deck. She was among the first to disembark, and actually the first to descend the staircase with a reckless running start. It was only thanks to the person that arrived before her that she managed to stop—she would have skidded and tumbled to ground otherwise.
Before she could offer the person a quick thanks, experienced rangers had emerged from the other side of the port to welcome the crowd. There were four of them, but there was only one that immediately caught Noah's attention. She barely paid attention to the information they relayed—it all sounded familiar anyway—as she stared, wide eyed and grinning, at the human-Blaziken hybrid. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, like whether he really was half-Blaziken or how he'd gotten his hair styled like that if he wasn't, but they were on a tight schedule and were afforded little time for messing around. After receiving her tools and stuffing them in her backpack with a little more gentleness, she was ushered by the other overly eager rangers through a path that led to the rainforest.
Noah grinned. Her eyes were alight with unadulterated delight as they skimmed the forest ahead, automatically taking note of its layout and picking out easy routes. Years of playing in the ever-changing topography of Lostlorn Forest (which was really all just Zoroark's illusions) have made her prepared for various terrain. If she had her way, she would have forgone walking completely and opt to swing and leap from tree to tree instead, to avoid any anxieties about falling in the muddy pits. But since that wasn't the case, she settled for hopping from boulder to fallen branch or whatever happens to be there, trying to get as little muck on her boots as possible.
The palpable enthusiasm that coursed through many of the new rangers was infectious, and it served to fuel her own. She didn't like keeping her excitement all bottled up, so she turned to the person beside her, a dark-haired boy dressed in jeans and a white shirt specked with red, and regarded him with a nod and a grin.
"Isn't this exciting?" she asked him. "We're actually gonna be rangers~"
It was exactly as her brother warned the day before, during one of his many attempts to dissuade her from leaving. After hearing about her spontaneous application (and subsequent acceptance) to the PRA, her worrywart of a brother just about had a meltdown, and actually exploded on their parents for giving her permission in the first place. They laughed off his outburst, used to his overly theatrical tendencies when it concerned her (he took his older brother duties too seriously), and simply proceeded to help her pack, even picking out her clothes for her since they knew she'd just grab the first thing she could find. Anyway, since then, her brother tried different methods of persuasion to get her to stay. Threats, bribery, pleading. They were all lies or exaggerations, but he was right about one thing. He told her about how much she would hate the boat ride there, because it would be nothing but hours of idleness, and that couldn't be more accurate.
Noah paced along the length of her cabin, pulling at the single braid she'd tied her hair in as she tried to muster any ounce of patience she had left. She assured herself that they were nearing the HQ—she talked to the ship's captain earlier this morning (don't ask her how; it was a complicated series of events that began when she tried to jump off the ship to swim with the mantykes) and he said that their ETA was 'very soon, so try not to drown yourself in the meantime.' Luckily, it seemed that patience was no longer needed.
The foghorn rang out across the ship, and it sounded like freedom to her ears. They have arrived at last, and unlike her brother threatened, her head hadn't blown up at all from the boredom. Noah was unable to quell the excitement bubbling up, and her hands jittered with over a day's worth of pent-up energy as she gathered her belongings and hastily stuffed them in her purple Aipom backpack. All her mom's efforts in keeping her things organized were wasted, but she didn't have time to worry about that now. I'm going to be a full-fledged ranger soon!
Slipping on her backpack, she did a quick check to make sure everything was in order, just like her brother implored her to do many times over. What did it start with again? Oh, right. Clothes… For today, she wore a light blue sleeveless romper and matching short boots, perfectly suited for moving lithely. Check. Noah debated on finishing the checklist, but it had about thirty items on it, and she decided that if her clothes were all set, then everything else should be as well. Nodding to herself in approval, she offered her brother a quick mental apology, just in case he somehow finds out that she got lazy, and raced out the door, expertly weaving through the throng of people as she made for the deck.
Noah had explored the entirety of the ship so thoroughly that she knew the quickest route to the deck. She was among the first to disembark, and actually the first to descend the staircase with a reckless running start. It was only thanks to the person that arrived before her that she managed to stop—she would have skidded and tumbled to ground otherwise.
Before she could offer the person a quick thanks, experienced rangers had emerged from the other side of the port to welcome the crowd. There were four of them, but there was only one that immediately caught Noah's attention. She barely paid attention to the information they relayed—it all sounded familiar anyway—as she stared, wide eyed and grinning, at the human-Blaziken hybrid. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, like whether he really was half-Blaziken or how he'd gotten his hair styled like that if he wasn't, but they were on a tight schedule and were afforded little time for messing around. After receiving her tools and stuffing them in her backpack with a little more gentleness, she was ushered by the other overly eager rangers through a path that led to the rainforest.
Noah grinned. Her eyes were alight with unadulterated delight as they skimmed the forest ahead, automatically taking note of its layout and picking out easy routes. Years of playing in the ever-changing topography of Lostlorn Forest (which was really all just Zoroark's illusions) have made her prepared for various terrain. If she had her way, she would have forgone walking completely and opt to swing and leap from tree to tree instead, to avoid any anxieties about falling in the muddy pits. But since that wasn't the case, she settled for hopping from boulder to fallen branch or whatever happens to be there, trying to get as little muck on her boots as possible.
The palpable enthusiasm that coursed through many of the new rangers was infectious, and it served to fuel her own. She didn't like keeping her excitement all bottled up, so she turned to the person beside her, a dark-haired boy dressed in jeans and a white shirt specked with red, and regarded him with a nod and a grin.
"Isn't this exciting?" she asked him. "We're actually gonna be rangers~"
Been a little busy today as well, but I'll be back home soon, so I can get to working on that post! :D
There was a strange sense of giddiness that overcame Lucy as she knelt down before the scattered pieces of sugar glass, and for a while, she just stared at it absentmindedly. So this was it; she was really going to be one of those girls who worked for a living. She wondered what her parents would think. They would be so surprised to see her actually cleaning something (other than her dessert plate), that's for sure. Would they be proud, though? She heard her mother say she wasn't good for anything that one time… Suddenly thinking about them made her heart hurt, so she tried to banish any such thoughts immediately. In any case, if they're back together, they probably don't have much time to think of her. Her father would be too lost in his ecstasy. Even she could tell her parents' relationship was an unhealthy one, but her father unfortunately fared so much better with her mother.
Her eyes started to sting and she didn't like what would follow, so she shook her head wildly and began picking up the pieces like she was instructed. It's work time, she chanted over and over, not drama time. She picked up each piece gingerly, as though the shards would shatter to even tinier parts if she weren't careful, and gathered them all in one of her gloved hands. Mr. Sakaki said to put these in the trash bin afterward, so Lucy looked around the bakery for anything that remotely resembled the container. Upon failing to do so, she approached the mouse boy, who had just finished quarreling with Mr. Mohawk. She overheard him asking for things to do a while back, so she thought he could help her out. Kuro had just finished helping removing the trays, so he didn't seem too busy.
"Here you go," Lucy said, smiling as she handed Kuro the shards she'd picked—though not before wrapping them in a napkin, of course; she had more sense than that! "Thank you!"
Then she scurried off, pushing past the kitchen doors to find her mentor and report her first successful endeavor. Tall and discernibly pink, Lucy spotted him almost immediately. She waited until he had finished whatever business he had with Kiku, who seemed to have some mishap with the floor, before marching toward him and standing at attention.
"What do I do now?" she asked excitedly. Didn't she just gain one experience point? That means she's closer to wearing the cute pink apron! While she awaited her orders, she snuck a glance back at the kitchen, where a tantalizing aroma drifted and carried all over the bakery. She wondered when she would get to eat some of their pastries, and willed lunch time to arrive soon.
Her eyes started to sting and she didn't like what would follow, so she shook her head wildly and began picking up the pieces like she was instructed. It's work time, she chanted over and over, not drama time. She picked up each piece gingerly, as though the shards would shatter to even tinier parts if she weren't careful, and gathered them all in one of her gloved hands. Mr. Sakaki said to put these in the trash bin afterward, so Lucy looked around the bakery for anything that remotely resembled the container. Upon failing to do so, she approached the mouse boy, who had just finished quarreling with Mr. Mohawk. She overheard him asking for things to do a while back, so she thought he could help her out. Kuro had just finished helping removing the trays, so he didn't seem too busy.
"Here you go," Lucy said, smiling as she handed Kuro the shards she'd picked—though not before wrapping them in a napkin, of course; she had more sense than that! "Thank you!"
Then she scurried off, pushing past the kitchen doors to find her mentor and report her first successful endeavor. Tall and discernibly pink, Lucy spotted him almost immediately. She waited until he had finished whatever business he had with Kiku, who seemed to have some mishap with the floor, before marching toward him and standing at attention.
"What do I do now?" she asked excitedly. Didn't she just gain one experience point? That means she's closer to wearing the cute pink apron! While she awaited her orders, she snuck a glance back at the kitchen, where a tantalizing aroma drifted and carried all over the bakery. She wondered when she would get to eat some of their pastries, and willed lunch time to arrive soon.
Were all jobs like this…?
Lucy tried to keep a hold on the courage she'd just gotten back, but it was proving difficult. She felt too much like a fish out of water, and as more and more of the baker's employees dropped by to start their shift, she started wondering whether she would fit in. Le Pasteur's motley staff wasn't at all what she imagined them to be. She thought it would mostly consist of warm and inviting people, dressed in frilly aprons and armed with sweet smiles. At the very least, they were like that at the high-end pastry shops she regularly visited in Paris.
Lucy jumped slightly when a very tall boy appeared from the back, seemingly very angry as he told off the other employees. Her eyes trailed up and lingered on his mohawk, and one could see the fascination sparkling in her eyes. Cool! He looked like one of those delinquents from the gang show she watched! She wondered if he was a baker and smiled, amused at the image of the ferocious-looking redhead carefully making heart-shaped pastries. Her eyes then drifted to the smaller boy that came not long after him, and her eyes widened at the sight of the creature perched on his shoulder.
"On your shoulder!" she shrieked, prepared to jump on the boy and swat the rodent away, when she saw him smiling down at it.
Before she had a chance to ask about it, the older man she saw earlier this morning was already wheeling her away and started telling her all about her new job. If he didn't mind the rodent, maybe she was merely overreacting? Ah! Could it be that the mouse was an employee as well? Just like in that Ratatouille movie. Lucy grinned to herself, suddenly feeling excited about this new endeavor. She was experiencing and learning about so many new things. How fun~
Lucy followed Sakaki obediently, taking to heart everything he was telling her. Cleaning was a lot more complicated than she thought! The maids back home made it seem so easy. She slipped on the gloves she was handed without complaint, but she was obviously more excited when she saw the older man take out a pair of apron. The pink frilly one matched her outfit perfectly!
The disappointment in her face was obvious when she was given the plain white one instead. It seemed you have to earn your way to the cute aprons. Challenge accepted! Resolute, she gave the older boy a salute and marched back outside, ready to begin her first task.
Lucy tried to keep a hold on the courage she'd just gotten back, but it was proving difficult. She felt too much like a fish out of water, and as more and more of the baker's employees dropped by to start their shift, she started wondering whether she would fit in. Le Pasteur's motley staff wasn't at all what she imagined them to be. She thought it would mostly consist of warm and inviting people, dressed in frilly aprons and armed with sweet smiles. At the very least, they were like that at the high-end pastry shops she regularly visited in Paris.
Lucy jumped slightly when a very tall boy appeared from the back, seemingly very angry as he told off the other employees. Her eyes trailed up and lingered on his mohawk, and one could see the fascination sparkling in her eyes. Cool! He looked like one of those delinquents from the gang show she watched! She wondered if he was a baker and smiled, amused at the image of the ferocious-looking redhead carefully making heart-shaped pastries. Her eyes then drifted to the smaller boy that came not long after him, and her eyes widened at the sight of the creature perched on his shoulder.
"On your shoulder!" she shrieked, prepared to jump on the boy and swat the rodent away, when she saw him smiling down at it.
Before she had a chance to ask about it, the older man she saw earlier this morning was already wheeling her away and started telling her all about her new job. If he didn't mind the rodent, maybe she was merely overreacting? Ah! Could it be that the mouse was an employee as well? Just like in that Ratatouille movie. Lucy grinned to herself, suddenly feeling excited about this new endeavor. She was experiencing and learning about so many new things. How fun~
Lucy followed Sakaki obediently, taking to heart everything he was telling her. Cleaning was a lot more complicated than she thought! The maids back home made it seem so easy. She slipped on the gloves she was handed without complaint, but she was obviously more excited when she saw the older man take out a pair of apron. The pink frilly one matched her outfit perfectly!
The disappointment in her face was obvious when she was given the plain white one instead. It seemed you have to earn your way to the cute aprons. Challenge accepted! Resolute, she gave the older boy a salute and marched back outside, ready to begin her first task.
Posted too! :D It's alright for this to be Lucy's first day, right? I thought it'd be more entertaining to see her failures from day one.
Across the street from a charming little bakery stood a Parisian girl dressed to the nines, in the midst of a laughable attempt at hiding. Her golden tresses and brightly colored apparel (her signature red bow especially) were in stark contrast with the overcast weather, and no matter how hard she tried, she somehow still stuck out like a sore thumb. She hid behind a telephone pole when she spotted a small brown-haired boy heading for the bakery, and again when a much taller and older man followed, but as dainty as she was, the pole couldn't cover her completely. It seemed neither had noticed her, luckily enough. When the coast was clear, Lucy stepped out from her hiding place and started pacing back and forth restlessly, taking solace in the sound she heard every time she stepped on fresh snow. Her hazel green eyes never once strayed from the fancy script that spelled out 'Le Pasteur' as she took shaky breaths to calm down. She knew it was ridiculous of her to be so apprehensive, but she allowed herself a rare moment of self-doubt. This was her first job ever, after all. Having anxiety was almost expected, especially when the only thing she was good at was telling her maids to do things for her.
Lucy shoved her freezing hands in the front pockets of her pink coat, clenching and unclenching her fingers methodically until she could feel each one again. She gave herself only a few more seconds of cowardice. Three… two… one. Now, enough of this foolishness. As if on cue, a steely, determined glint replaced the hint of terror that were once swimming in her eyes. She raised her head and pulled back her shoulders, and like magic, she looked and felt like a totally different person. If before she looked very much like a girl trapped in a foreign country, lost and confused and with no one to rely on, now she appeared ten times more self-possessed. Like she actually chose to travel thousands of miles across the sea just to offer custodial services in a local bakery.
Crossing the street was surprisingly the hardest hurdle to clear. But once she finally did it, any previous apprehensions she had melted away like the last snow before spring. She pulled open the door with purpose and entered the bakery like she owned the place. Lucy was so intent on focusing on getting her introduction down perfectly that she didn't even bat an eyelash at the bizarre and chaotic state of the bakery. Instead of inquiring about all questionable things she'd spotted, she cleared her throat to get the other people's attention and smiled confidently in greeting.
"Hello, I am Lucy Devereaux-Koshiba," she said, only a slight inkling of her French accent showing through. Remembering her lessons in Japanese etiquette, she dipped her head slightly in a bow before continuing. "I'm the new custodian. Yoroshiku onegai shimasu."
Lucy shoved her freezing hands in the front pockets of her pink coat, clenching and unclenching her fingers methodically until she could feel each one again. She gave herself only a few more seconds of cowardice. Three… two… one. Now, enough of this foolishness. As if on cue, a steely, determined glint replaced the hint of terror that were once swimming in her eyes. She raised her head and pulled back her shoulders, and like magic, she looked and felt like a totally different person. If before she looked very much like a girl trapped in a foreign country, lost and confused and with no one to rely on, now she appeared ten times more self-possessed. Like she actually chose to travel thousands of miles across the sea just to offer custodial services in a local bakery.
Crossing the street was surprisingly the hardest hurdle to clear. But once she finally did it, any previous apprehensions she had melted away like the last snow before spring. She pulled open the door with purpose and entered the bakery like she owned the place. Lucy was so intent on focusing on getting her introduction down perfectly that she didn't even bat an eyelash at the bizarre and chaotic state of the bakery. Instead of inquiring about all questionable things she'd spotted, she cleared her throat to get the other people's attention and smiled confidently in greeting.
"Hello, I am Lucy Devereaux-Koshiba," she said, only a slight inkling of her French accent showing through. Remembering her lessons in Japanese etiquette, she dipped her head slightly in a bow before continuing. "I'm the new custodian. Yoroshiku onegai shimasu."
Excited to start! :)
@Ekirei: I believe you're in the accepted list. :D
If you're still accepting, hopefully this is fine. I made another girl, so I apologize in advance for keeping the ratio slanted.
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