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The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

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As the sun rose high in the sky above the idyllic little buildings that made up Pallet Town, the sea breeze seemed to carry a fresh scent on it. A familiar scent, but also the scent of a new beginning. The sound of waves lapping at the beach was calming, as if to soothe anxious nerves that may be unready to take such a bold step on a brand new journey. A journey that was sure to be filled with ups and downs. New friends, new adventures, and a ton more cliches that could be spat out by a random bot.

One such person had seen them all through his many years in Pokemon research, and yet the day of handing out Pokedexes and Pokemon trainers always excited him. He straightened himself up in a long mirror, and smiled confidently. "Ah Pokemon League registration day!" Professor Samuel Oak exclaimed to no one in particular. "How I love it so! Getting see all those youngsters with their bright eyes and fresh faces ready to take on the world of Pokemon! Then I send them off with nothing but tiny creatures to protect them from forests and caves full of things that want to eat them alive! It's times like this that keep me young!" He brushed off his jacket for a third time before he stopped at the sound of footsteps clomping up the stairs.

A young man of 22 emerged from the ground floor, looking slightly irritated. He carried his bomber jacket a lot easily than Professor Oak wore his lab coat, which had the sleeves rolled up for some reason. As he brushed his hand through his sharply-spiked brown hair, Gary Oak let out a sigh. "Gramps?" the Viridian City Gym Leader asked. "Who are you talking to up here? Yourself?"

"No, my boy, I'm talking to the Pokemon! They always listen to me! Or at least they will until I give them to their trainers!" Oak didn't turn from the mirror for a second while answering his grandson.

Which means he didn't see how irked Gary was becoming. "You don't have any more Pokemon to give away, Gramps. Not since you gave that Bulbasaur to that homeless guy 10 years ago and he went on a spore-fueled rampage through Celadon City. The cops were asking what you were going to do about all the property damage, remember?"

"Ah yes, I know Johnny was very thrilled to get his Bulbasaur. But, if there are no Pokemon here, how will the new trainers get their first partners?"

"Pretty sure they all caught their own."

Professor Oak shook his head. "Kids these days with their smartphones and their zero-calorie colas. They think they are invicible! Well these 10-year-olds will learn soon enough how harsh the world of Pokemon can be."

This drew a facepalm out of Gary. "They definitely aren't 10-year-olds, Gramps. Pretty sure they are all my age at least. I think half of them were out at the Green Bull last night drinking!"

Another shake of the head came from the professor. "They grow up so fast." As he moved though, it was clear that his hair wasn't moving at the same rate at he was.

Gary looked at the professor skeptically. "What is going on with your head? ...Are you wearing a mop?!?

"How dare you! This is my natural hair!" Oak asserted as he finally turned around to address his grandson. "I grew it myself!"

"You were buzzcut and balding last week!" Gary exclaimed. Now that he could see Oak's face, it appeared the mop wasn't the only cosmetic adjustment made. "...Did you glue Mareep wool to your chin?" There was definitely something stuck there in an attempt at a soul patch.

"This is my hip new facial hair that all the kids respect!" Oak seemed to be having trouble with the main facial accessory he was sporting as he was now holding it onto his face. "Plus it goes great with my new glasses!"

"Those aren't glasses!" Gary asserted. A quick look around at Oak's workbench revealed what it actually was on the professor's face. "You cut arrows out of a Mountain Dew bottle and stuck them over your eyes, Grandpa!"

"Don't call me Grandpa! I am the mighty Grand! Grand Oak! the professor stated triumphantly. "And you're just jealous because I have the only pair in the world!" He pounded his fist into his palm. "Now come on, we got to get those new trainers their Pokedexes! I made them myself you know!"

Gary was well beyond irritated with his older relative at this point. "No you didn't. We had to start getting them shipped in from Kalos five years ago. Because the last one you built didn't contain Pokemon info. It was just a bunch of grocery lists and crude drawings of Pokemon made to look like humans. And I immediately had my Arcanine burn the hell out of that one, even if it couldn't burn that sight from my eyes." Gary shuddered. "Now let's go get this over with.

"Yes, it's time for those trainers to get on their way! Let's go get them started... uh..." Professor Oak looked very confused all of a sudden as he stared at his grandson. "What was your name again?"

A visible vein bulged above the Viridian Gym Leader's left eye. "GARY! SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, OLD MAN? GARY MOTHERFUCKIN' OAK! WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS A THOUSAND TIMES! IT'S GARY!"

Clarity reached Oak's face. "Ah yes! I remember now! Your name is Gary! Well, come along Gary! No time to dilly-dally! We have trainers to christen!" The elder gentleman marched towards the stairs, everything falling off his face aside from the wool soul patch as he left his grandson to seethe.

"I can't believe I have to put up with this shit. I'm a gym leader. The best one. Make that loser Brock do this. Or that Tracey guy. Asshole must be off scarfing donuts or something. Definitely not doing his damn job! Gonna have Arcanine flame-broiled that douche..." Gary tromped down the steps after his grandfather, hoping he remembered the way to the main portion of the lab.

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The door swung open on one of those picturesque homes along the beachfront, allowing a young woman to enter the sunlight for the first time today. She appeared dressed for colder weather, with a black-and-gray striped zip-up hoodie covering a black lace tank-top and a pair of black jean shorts. Her legs were protected from the sun by a pair of orange stockings that poked out of her combat boots. Still, the woman squinted as her eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Ugh. Kanto is way too shiny," Lilith complained to something in particular, even if it didn't want to show itself yet. "Still, can't beat the price on that FlyB&B, huh Sia?"

A purple light flickered next to Lilith's black-and-orange locks as the rest of her companion materialized on her shoulder. Sia flicked the wax from her eye before it immediately settled back into place. "Lit...wick?"

"Ah, you don't care about trivial living matters like that. You just liked that giant dark closet."

This got a smile out of the Ghost/Fire type. "Lit! Litwicklit!"

Lilith smiled her usual sly grin. "Yeah, it was more than suitable. All right, let's go see this Professor and begin this quest," she stated, trying to work herself into character. There would surely be other trainers there, and they would need to know they were dealing with someone who commanded the souls of the damned. "Sooner we get out of this depressingly cheerful town, the better." Sia nodded in approval as the pair shut the door behind them. With a wheeled duffel bag in tow, they headed towards the giant hilltop laboratory that overlooked the town.

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

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The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

The Mistress of Lost Souls

Name: Karen Anne Rose, aka Lilith, Mistress of Lost Souls
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Hometown: Icirrus City, Unova

Appearance: Karen is 5'4", with an slightly below-average build and pale skin. Her natural hair color is light brown, but it has been dyed so many times no one but her remembers that. Her eyes are a deep blue.

Lilith's hair is currently black but the last inch was bleached afterwards to give it an orange glow that starts just above her shoulders. There are some faint streaks of purple visible from her previous dye job, but the darkness is dominant. She has two piercings in each of her ears, with simple onyx rings in them, as well as a purple stud in the right side of her nose and a silver ring in her right eyebrow. She favors dark eyeshadow and lipstick for makeup, but will usually avoid foundation. Her nails are usually painted in a combination of purple, black and reddish-orange shades.

The preferred wardrobe of the self-proclaimed "Mistress of Lost Souls" keeps to the dark themes. She uses black tank tops underneath a series of black mesh tops and jackets, usually paired with black skirts or torn jeans and a pair of knee-high boots. She wears a garnet pendant that glows orange under the light, as well as a bracelet on each hand, black leather with silver circles lining them in the center.

Personality: Lilith is rather emotionless, choosing to look at the darker side of life. She is rather melancholic and quick to express pessimism at a situation. She does enjoy discussing her research, primarily the legends and lore that make up the rich tapestry of Ghost Pokémon in the world. However, her social interactions are usually limited to nods and sarcastic remarks. This has been easier to maintain due to her delving into her studies at Mistralton University, with the ultimate goal of replacing that hack Shauntal as an Elite Four member.

It is an act though, born from an isolated childhood. The truth is, Karen does long to be a part of the cool kids, to be someone who can contribute to a group and be accepted. However, who would accept a happy member of the shadowy cabal of Ghost and Dark users? Phoebe was the exception, and she was a little creepy even for Karen's tastes. So, convinced the act is necessary, she keeps up the Lilith facade. She may let it slip under the right conditions though.

Profession: Trainer/Researcher
Talents: Being a university student, Lilith has had plenty of time to do her research on the land she is visiting, and is very familiar with the landscape because of it, even if this is her first time in Kanto. She is very good at making fire, and has some experience cooking given her time away from home.
Inventory:

• One week's worth of clothes, one formal-looking black dress, one jacket and one set of boots
• Six Dusk Balls
• Four Pokéballs
• Two Potions
• One Burn Heal (she always has one after what happened when she fell asleep next to Sia that one time)
• Reusable metal water bottle (she's goth, not an asshole)
• Laptop and waterproof carrying case (to work on her thesis paper while on the road)
• Wallet containing her IDs, her debit card, some on-hand Pokedollars (roughly $20 worth), and her lucky signed Allister trainer card. No one else knows she has this.
• Pup tent + sleeping bag

Starter Pokémon:

A level 5 Litwick, named Sia. First met when Karen was spending some quality time by herself at the Celestial Tower, Sia has become something of a counterbalance to Lilith's super-serious dark personality. The young Ghost/Fire type is less in your face and more likely to be a calm beacon in the pitch black. She keeps her trainer centered, especially when Lilith becomes too engrossed in her act and starts going completely gothic. Her Mild nature lets her see things that maybe her trainer doesn't in the midst of Karen's performance.

Biography: Karen Anne Rose was born in Icirrus City to parents Derek, a gym trainer under Brycen, and Ruby, an actress who worked with the Gym Leader on some of his movies. They lived on the outskirts of the city, closer to Celestial Tower than anything in town. Derek preferred his privacy. By all accounts, Karen had a normal upbringing. Her parents encouraged studying and family life given their relative isolation. Karen did very well, but it was a lonely life.

The Tower, though. The tower was where her friends lived. It was her home away from home. She could feel presences there that gave her comfort while her father was battling and losing to challengers and her mother was off in Virbank making motion pictures. They didn't show themselves, but she could feel the spirits every time she went. They weren't shunning her. They were embracing her, and she embraced them back.

She wanted to train ghosts when she got old enough, but her father was dead-set on Ice types. So she started to rebel, taking in the dark nature and making it a part of her identity. It seemed like the ghosts of the tower accepted her new outlook on life, because finally, one of the spirits materialized in front of her during an exploration of an upper floor. A purple light flickered into being before before flipping its wax back and offering a sweet smile. Karen was leery at first but the little Litwick followed her towards the stairs, so the teenager had herself a partner. With the now-christened Sia in tow, she officially started going by Lilith, because who ever heard of a masterful dark Ghost trainer named Karen?

Lilith built her new image before her grades got her accepted with a full ride to Mistralton U. She specialized in her chosen Ghost type and was very good at it. Enough to get noticed by Shauntal, but the Elite Four member totally blew Lilith off in her visit to the university, dismissing Sia as too mellow to ever be a true champion Pokémon. Stuck-up writer type. When the time came for her graduate thesis, she didn't want to go back home. Instead she got interested in the story of the Radio Tower, which seemed like a pretty deliberate desecration of a Ghost Pokemon resting place. She intends to make her way to Lavender and try to study what happened to the spirits residing there. Plus, she can gather up a team to kick Shauntal's pretentiously-collared ass and take her spot as the Ghost member of the Elite Four.

Notes/Other: Color code is cc5500 and Sia's color is a187be
Favorite game is White, because that's where the Legend of the Dancing Queen began.

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Well shoot, I was gonna indicate some interest, but it looks like everything is full up. I'll join Spooner and just lurk then!

Meadow University

The Romeo of the Rock

Name

Kieran David O'Connor

Nicknames

K.O (on the ice), Kiki (to VERY close friends)

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior year, still draft-eligible

Reason of Admission

Athletic Scholarship for Hockey

Major

Journalism, with a focus on sports / Communications

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Heartthrob Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Long | Usually worn down, but he claims to have brought the manbun to Newfoundland, so he will wear it up in that style from time to time.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6'3"
• Body Type: Athletic build, especially in the legs thanks to a lifetime of skating.
• Clothing Style: As an athlete, Kieran is expected to maintain a sense of style at the rink, so he has a couple of fine suits that he will wear on game days to look presentable. However, his preferred casual clothes consist primarily of jeans, both torn and untorn, open button-up shirts with t-shirts on underneath and a toque (wool cap) that will be worn to protect his hair from the elements. He wears a pair of dogtags in honor of his childhood friend and neighbor.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nothing can mark that perfect body. Not yet, anyway.

Personality Traits

Growing up in the rural part of Newfoundland has given Kieran an appreciation for taking things slow, but in the end it wasn't really for him. He likes the ability to do any number of things in one day, which was only possible after a long car ride back home. He likes to be out with people, doing things. He had enough hanging out alone back home.

Kieran has always been an easygoing person. Growing up constantly surrounded by a team atmosphere, he is usually the calm presence among his fellow athletes. On the ice, he plays as ferociously as anyone. He earned his nickname in his freshman season with Meadow after taking down junior enforcer J.P. Smolinski of Robert Morris in his first-ever scrap. He will fight for his team tooth and nail, he's that loyal once on board. It's a trait he carries with him off the eye, usually willing to stick up for anyone he considers a friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Kieran O'Connor born in Harbour Grace, Newfoundland and Labrador, and it was clear from an early age the kid was as Canadian as a Tim Horton's donut covered in maple syrup. From the second Patrick and Maryse O'Connor brought their youngest to Harbour Grace Arena for his first skate, Kieran showed he had a natural talent for gliding along the ice. As such, his parents invested all their spare cash in letting their boy pursue his dream of following Danny Cleary from the island to the NHL.

He was head and shoulders above the other kids in Harbour Grace and was a stand out even in the larger St. John's league. However, that still didn't amount to much and he wasn't drafted until the 10th round of the 2016 QMJHL draft by Blainville-Boisbriand. Not content to move to Quebec, Kieran didn't report to camp and instead decided the NCAA route would be the best way to reach then pros. His grades were so good that he had multiple offers from the States, but his parents insisted on education first and Kieran made his way to the top-tier Meadow University in 2018.

Kieran maintained an open-dorm policy when he got to university and it served him well, landing some solid friends and a couple eventual future roommates. He still is dreaming of that NHL contract so he can put the Rock back on the professional hockey map given the dearth of talent that has managed to stay in the big leagues.

Family

Father: Patrick O'Connor - 52 - Fisherman - FC: Alan Doyle
Mother: Maryse O'Connor - 48 - Director, Harbour Grace Tourism Board - FC: Natasha Henstridge
Oldest Sister: Caitlin O'Connor - 27 - Manager, Hertz Rent-A-Car, Toronto Bloor Street location - FC: Nicole Power
Older Sister: Hannah O'Connor - 24 - Junior Crime Reporter, The St. John's Telegram - FC: Sara Canning

Misc.

Brock O'Hurn | 87b5eb
- So I need another rom-com? Um... Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist?

Meadow University

The Romeo of the Rock

Name

Kieran David O'Connor

Nicknames

K.O (on the ice), Kiki (to VERY close friends)

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior year, still draft-eligible

Reason of Admission

Athletic Scholarship for Hockey

Major

Journalism, with a focus on sports / Communications

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Heartthrob Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Long | Usually worn down, but he claims to have brought the manbun to Newfoundland, so he will wear it up in that style from time to time.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6'3"
• Body Type: Athletic build, especially in the legs thanks to a lifetime of skating.
• Clothing Style: As an athlete, Kieran is expected to maintain a sense of style at the rink, so he has a couple of fine suits that he will wear on game days to look presentable. However, his preferred casual clothes consist primarily of jeans, both torn and untorn, open button-up shirts with t-shirts on underneath and a toque (wool cap) that will be worn to protect his hair from the elements. He wears a pair of dogtags in honor of his childhood friend and neighbor.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nothing can mark that perfect body. Not yet, anyway.

Personality Traits

Growing up in the rural part of Newfoundland has given Kieran an appreciation for taking things slow, but in the end it wasn't really for him. He likes the ability to do any number of things in one day, which was only possible after a long car ride back home. He likes to be out with people, doing things. He had enough hanging out alone back home.

Kieran has always been an easygoing person. Growing up constantly surrounded by a team atmosphere, he is usually the calm presence among his fellow athletes. On the ice, he plays as ferociously as anyone. He earned his nickname in his freshman season with Meadow after taking down junior enforcer J.P. Smolinski of Robert Morris in his first-ever scrap. He will fight for his team tooth and nail, he's that loyal once on board. It's a trait he carries with him off the eye, usually willing to stick up for anyone he considers a friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Kieran O'Connor born in Harbour Grace, Newfoundland and Labrador, and it was clear from an early age the kid was as Canadian as a Tim Horton's donut covered in maple syrup. From the second Patrick and Maryse O'Connor brought their youngest to Harbour Grace Arena for his first skate, Kieran showed he had a natural talent for gliding along the ice. As such, his parents invested all their spare cash in letting their boy pursue his dream of following Danny Cleary from the island to the NHL.

He was head and shoulders above the other kids in Harbour Grace and was a stand out even in the larger St. John's league. However, that still didn't amount to much and he wasn't drafted until the 10th round of the 2016 QMJHL draft by Blainville-Boisbriand. Not content to move to Quebec, Kieran didn't report to camp and instead decided the NCAA route would be the best way to reach then pros. His grades were so good that he had multiple offers from the States, but his parents insisted on education first and Kieran made his way to the top-tier Meadow University in 2018.

Kieran maintained an open-dorm policy when he got to university and it served him well, landing some solid friends and a couple eventual future roommates. He still is dreaming of that NHL contract so he can put the Rock back on the professional hockey map given the dearth of talent that has managed to stay in the big leagues.

Family

Father: Patrick O'Connor - 52 - Fisherman - FC: Alan Doyle
Mother: Maryse O'Connor - 48 - Director, Harbour Grace Tourism Board - FC: Natasha Henstridge
Oldest Sister: Caitlin O'Connor - 27 - Manager, Hertz Rent-A-Car, Toronto Bloor Street location - FC: Nicole Power
Older Sister: Hannah O'Connor - 24 - Junior Crime Reporter, The St. John's Telegram - FC: Sara Canning

Misc.

Brock O'Hurn | 87b5eb
- So I need another rom-com? Um... Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

As Shawna trudged towards the school, wondering just how she was going to find anyone else, her problem was solved for her.

Please tell me you're here. Don't leave me alone on our last first day. :( I'll be waiting for ya at our table. <3

With Sunshine texting her, Shawna breathed a sigh of relief. I guess if she’s here, she can keep me somewhat on the path towards not flunking out. At the very least, she’s a reason to actually show up instead of ditching and just smoking under the bridge or something.

The tall girl worked her way around towards the entrance, and it was very hard to miss her best friend. Sunshine was clearly giving the full effort for the final beginning. Shawna honestly felt a little self conscious for giving the bare minimum this morning, and being more concerned about making her tarts pop as opposed to her eyes. Still, Sunshine wasn’t the type to point that sort of stuff out. It’s part of why they worked.

Shawna gave a wave as she approached the table. “Hey Cookie,” she greeted, throwing in Sunshine’s alternate nickname just to change things up. Plus it seemed to make sense that Cookie followed Cupcake. “Did you really think I was going to leave you here by yourself?” Shawna held her hand over her heart. “I’m so hurt! ...Seriously though, I’m glad you texted.” She slung her bag onto the table and took a seat.

"I admit… it crossed my mind," she said making a frowny face and scrunching up her nose. "I wouldn't blame you for skipping the first day back. Aaaannnyway. How was the rest of your break?"

The tall girl let out a huge sigh. “Honestly? It did not compare to New York,” Shawna admitted. “I mean, I guess I was able to take some time for myself and try and think about some stuff. Even comparing where I am now to this point last year, it’s almost insane when you think about it. Of course, after that I just got high and watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine, so you know. It’s all a big circle.” She leaned forward on the table, resting her head on her fist. “I will say, I definitely feel a little more inclined to be here now than I did before the trip.”

Curiosity peaked and as clueless as ever, Sunshine just didn't want to up and assume that Shawna’s reason was herself. But if there was a chance - any chance - that the reason was what she thought, should she go ahead and get clarification? Butterflies in her stomach, Sunshine brushed her hair back behind her ear as she began to speak.

"New York was amazing. I'm really glad you were able to come with me." She took a deep breath, deciding how to word the rest of what she had to say. "Can I ask…." she hesitated for a moment, her voice slightly shaking. "What did that kiss mean? I mean, was it like a drunk induced one time thing or are we exploring possibilities or are we just gonna drop it and pretend it never happened?"

Shawna struggled to keep herself upright. She had to blink a couple times, as if to reset her brain. Sable was really going there…

It wasn’t like Shawna hadn’t thought about it. Indeed, she thought about it a lot, going over it in her head, even trying to get council from her friends about it just to gain perspective she clearly lacked in this situation. Chrissie was very pragmatic, wanting to make sure that this was actually about Sunshine and not just about replacing the emptiness in her life with just anything before ultimately backing whatever she chose and Ariel… Ariel offered clarity in her own way, distilling the situation to something akin to a flow-chart.

Do I like Sunshine? Yes, obviously. Is there potential to smash? Apparently there is. Do I think she’s pretty? Shawna blinked again, as if to confirm what her eyes were telling her. Yes. Yes she is. So I go for this, right? Devil logic confirmed?

Shawna cleared her throat. ”Um…” It should have been that simple. But she was clearly stalling. There was one tiny detail that was holding her back, and it was something she had been thinking about during the break. The one person complicating that kiss, and that was the other member of their autumn trio. The one no longer here.

It had been less than a month since Kellie Anne left to return to California. Less than a month since their relationship was capped. A part of Shawna still wanted to hold onto that hope that Kellie could break away from her family and come back to Palm Beach. That there was more time to figure out everything that happened after that day in her bed. There were still so many unresolved feelings there.

But Sunshine had been there almost as long. Through some sort of divine arrangement, she had been there. It didn’t take much to become Shawna’s best friend, not with the lack of contenders, but in a short time Sunshine had managed it. And she eclipsed it. She was here. She was looking out for her. She was keeping her sane and away from the spirals. Enough to keep her from doing something really stupid.

But what about Cupcake? Was it so wrong to want to take a shot at another relationship so soon after ending a previous one? There had to be some sort of math equation to calculate the right amount of time from the termination of one tryst to the beginning of another. Or did it even matter given what had already happened on New Year’s Eve?

The Shawna of 2018 probably would have driven herself crazy trying to come to a logical solution to all of this. The Shawna of 2020, though? The time was running out to think it through, so it was time to make a leap.

”Sunshine,” she started, trying to make sure she got the words right for both their sakes. No rough drafts here. “You are my best friend. You know that, right? I don’t think I’ve even been able to say that in the past, that’s how much I value the fact that we got to that level in such a short amount of time. You are fucking amazing.

...And that kiss? I can’t pretend that it didn’t happen. It confirmed too many things for me. Enough to know that it’s not just about drunk Shawna giving in to her lesbian side. That lesbian side is part of who I am. It was enough to know that I probably need some more practice at kissing, to be honest. And given that I just ruled your other two options out…” Shawna dropped her hand from her chin and placed it on top of Sunshine’s. ”It’s enough to confirm that door number two is the option I want. I treasure your friendship so much Sunshine, I hope we’re not jeopardizing that,” The brown-eyed girl stared into those orbs that seemed to match her own. “But I’m willing to bet there was more to that kiss than just a random-ass countdown. I think you know it too. So, I’m down to see just what it means. If you’re with me.”

Oh no. Hesitation. That wasn’t good.

But then again, Sunshine realized that she had just bombarded Shawna with a major question out of absolutely nowhere, which meant that while the other girl had to take time to sort through thoughts of her own - so did she.

It wasn’t as if Sunshine hadn’t thought about the kiss and what it meant practically for the rest of winter break. In fact - it had pretty much been the only thing she could think about. Did she mess things up? Would Shawna avoid her? Was Shawna still hung up on Kellie? (Not like it would really matter if she was, but Sunshine was trying to be respectful even if she did just jump the gun). Was it going to be something real, or was Shawna just looking for something more playful, or nothing at all? Did she just jeopardize whatever they had by being so blunt?

Once Shawna began to speak, Sunshine felt her heart speed up. Thankfully, the more the other girl talked, the more the thoughts slowed down in her own head.

”Yes, of course!” she blurted out. ”I know I’m worried about us potentially screwing things up too, but…” she bit her bottom lip in concentration, thinking of what to say next. ”I’m not going to say that I don’t care about that, because I do. But at the same time, I think that we would also regret not seeing where this could go. So yeah. I’m in.”

Shawna smiled, both at Sunshine’s confirmation and at the fact that she had successfully read another human being and made what definitely felt like the right call. “Well, at least if we both know we don’t want to fuck things up, we can both be aware of the situation in case things go screwy,” she offered. “Least I know I got someone who cares enough about me for that, huh?”

Sunshine laughed. ”Exactly. And of course we can both work at a pace that isn’t too fast or slow for either of us. I know that Kellie… I know there was something there between you guys, even if I didn’t know all about it. So while I don’t see it as me being in competition with her or anything - I still want to be considerate of any feelings that were or still may be there.” She paused for another moment, mildly regretting bringing up their old friend. ”And I know that bringing that up was probably a bad idea, but I feel like we should head into whatever this is with everything in the open so… yeah?”

Bringing up Kellie did cause Shawna to look away from Sunshine for a moment. The reason for her previous hesitation didn’t need to resurface that quickly. But Sunshine had a point. It was going to be a thing. If Kellie ever found out, it was probably going to be a thing. There would be questions. On both ends.

Shawna was visibly flustered, but she pressed on. “No you’re right,” she admitted. “And it is going to be hard. Kellie… she got so many of my firsts, you know? It’s hard to compartmentalize those feelings. But I have to be able to. If only to… well, break myself out of this cycle. Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to enjoy anything else.” She looked back at Sunshine. “And you are someone I definitely want to enjoy to the fullest extent. So I can’t promise I will be 100% all the time, but I will definitely give it my all.” Shawna was almost surprising herself with the kind of determination she was showing. It was something that she thought had been all but drained out of her. The heart and brain make a weird team sometimes.

”Good. I’ll try my best too, ya know? Now come on. We’ll be late for class if we don’t hurry.”

“Right, that shit. Knew there was some reason I didn’t want to come today,” Shawna joked as she got up from the table, still keeping her hand on top of Sunshine’s, not wanting to let go just yet as the two made their move towards the school.

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

@NeoAJ i know it says open and accepting but do you still have room? And if so do you mind if I pm you periodically with updates to my cs?

@KiwiTime

It is open, so feel free to make a sheet!

Meadow University

The Golden Girl

Name

Jade Christine Scott

Nicknames

Golden Girl, The Rifle Rocket, JayCee

Age

21

Gender

Female

Year

Junior... like everyone else

Reason of Admission

Athletic Scholarship for soccer

Major

Sports Medicine/Kinesiology

Sexuality

Bisexual, but leans female

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Loudmouth Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Usually it's tied back for soccer reasons, but she'll occasionally let her hair down, straight to her shoulder blades.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5'4"
• Body Type: Peak athletic body, as if there was any doubt.
• Clothing Style: She spends a lot of time training, so she is usually seen in tracksuits when around the university. However, she does have the ability to dress up when needed. For parties where she is trying to attract even more attention than she does, she has a couple little short dresses she likes to bust out. She knows how to work it.
• Makeup Wise: She's proficient with foundation, but relies on her natural beauty to carry her looks, so it's mostly clear lip gloss and light mascara.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: She has multiple piercings in her left ear, usually adorned with gold rings, and a single piercing in her right ear, though that could change in the future. There is a basic blue and gold outline Hawks tattoo on her left shoulder.

Personality Traits

Anyone who knows Jade Scott knows that this is a girl who can not be stopped. Once she decides she's going to do something, she will not rest until she accomplishes that goal. Usually that goal is goals, but even in getting back to shape following her injury, getting that invite onto the US Women's team, she is driven to achieve whatever she needs to do to get to the next step.

Which is why her exclusion from the team heading to Tokyo has been a little tough to take. There was only other time she felt this low, and that was as she spent months hobbling around her Denver-area home with a giant brace on her leg. The invite to the party was initially accepted out of obligation to the host, but maybe this is the opportunity Jade needs to start thinking outside of soccer a bit. She only chose a degree in Sport Medicine so she could continue to work in soccer after she was done playing soccer. What if there is more to life than that?

Upbringing Synopsis

Jade Scott was born April 10, 1999 in Rifle, Colorado to an athletic family. Her mother Elena was a track star in Arvada, while her father KaRon spent two seasons on the Broncos' practice squad as a running back. Jade was introduced to sports at a young age and quickly took to the local soccer program in Rifle. She took to it very well. Too well. It became clear she was combining her mother's speed with her father's footwork to devastating results for the rest of the kids in town. When she was 10, the Scotts moved to Denver to give Jade a shot to play against some real competition.

It didn't matter. Jade kept dusting the competition. The Golden Girl was the subject of local stories, a challenger to the records of Mia Hamm and Kristine Lilly. Then she tore her ACL in her senior year of high school. That sucked. The universities she had her eyes set on spurned her, in fear that she would not be able to hit those speeds she did before. Only Meadow University kept its offer of a full ride intact, and it was her grades that basically kept her on their radar. However, it was a decision that Hawks fans would not regret. Jade came back strong as ever, blitzing the competition and pouring in goal after goal. She planted herself back on the soccer map, but was not rewarded with a call up to the senior women's team. So this year is going to spent getting even better to make it so they can't possibly refuse to call her up in the future.

Family

Father: KaRon Scott - 42 - Personal Trainer - FC: Terrell Davis
Mother: Elena Scott - 46 - Denver City Councillor - FC: Gabriela Szabo

Misc.

Mallory Pugh | 9F1F19
- Jade can talk a mile a minute if you get her going on the right topic, which makes her a very interesting podcast guest.
- Before every game, she eats the same meal of chicken carbonara, and listens to the same song, "1,2,Step" by Ciara featuring Missy Elliot, three times.
- Because the team she suffered the injury against was called the Wolverines, she cannot stand the sight of them...if she ever saw one of them. Are they like a wolf-bear-cat thing?
- Favorite rom-com? Um... 10 Things I Hate About You?

Meadow University

Well, here is the easier of the two sheets...

The Golden Girl

Name

Jade Christine Scott

Nicknames

Golden Girl, The Rifle Rocket, JayCee

Age

21

Gender

Female

Year

Junior... like everyone else

Reason of Admission

Athletic Scholarship for soccer

Major

Sports Medicine/Kinesiology

Sexuality

Bisexual, but leans female

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Loudmouth Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Usually it's tied back for soccer reasons, but she'll occasionally let her hair down, straight to her shoulder blades.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5'4"
• Body Type: Peak athletic body, as if there was any doubt.
• Clothing Style: She spends a lot of time training, so she is usually seen in tracksuits when around the university. However, she does have the ability to dress up when needed. For parties where she is trying to attract even more attention than she does, she has a couple little short dresses she likes to bust out. She knows how to work it.
• Makeup Wise: She's proficient with foundation, but relies on her natural beauty to carry her looks, so it's mostly clear lip gloss and light mascara.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: She has multiple piercings in her left ear, usually adorned with gold rings, and a single piercing in her right ear, though that could change in the future. There is a basic blue and gold outline Hawks tattoo on her left shoulder.

Personality Traits

Anyone who knows Jade Scott knows that this is a girl who can not be stopped. Once she decides she's going to do something, she will not rest until she accomplishes that goal. Usually that goal is goals, but even in getting back to shape following her injury, getting that invite onto the US Women's team, she is driven to achieve whatever she needs to do to get to the next step.

Which is why her exclusion from the team heading to Tokyo has been a little tough to take. There was only other time she felt this low, and that was as she spent months hobbling around her Denver-area home with a giant brace on her leg. The invite to the party was initially accepted out of obligation to the host, but maybe this is the opportunity Jade needs to start thinking outside of soccer a bit. She only chose a degree in Sport Medicine so she could continue to work in soccer after she was done playing soccer. What if there is more to life than that?

Upbringing Synopsis

Jade Scott was born April 10, 1999 in Rifle, Colorado to an athletic family. Her mother Courtney was a track star in Arvada, while her father Vaughn spent two seasons on the Broncos' practice squad as a running back. Jade was introduced to sports at a young age and quickly took to the local soccer program in Rifle. She took to it very well. Too well. It became clear she was combining her mother's speed with her father's footwork to devastating results for the rest of the kids in town. When she was 10, the Scotts moved to Denver to give Jade a shot to play against some real competition.

It didn't matter. Jade kept dusting the competition. The Golden Girl was the subject of local stories, a challenger to the records of Mia Hamm and Kristine Lilly. Then she tore her ACL in her senior year of high school. That sucked. The universities she had her eyes set on spurned her, in fear that she would not be able to hit those speeds she did before. Only Meadow University kept its offer of a full ride intact, and it was her grades that basically kept her on their radar. However, it was a decision that Hawks fans would not regret. Jade came back strong as ever, blitzing the competition and pouring in goal after goal. She planted herself back on the soccer map, but was not rewarded with a call up to the senior women's team. So this year is going to spent getting even better to make it so they can't possibly refuse to call her up in the future.

Misc.

Mallory Pugh | 9F1F19
- Jade can talk a mile a minute if you get her going on the right topic, which makes her a very interesting podcast guest.
- Before every game, she eats the same meal of chicken carbonara, and listens to the same song, "1,2,Step" by Ciara featuring Missy Elliot, three times.
- Because the team she suffered the injury against was called the Wolverines, she cannot stand the sight of them...if she ever saw one of them. Are they like a wolf-bear-cat thing?
- Favorite rom-com? Um... 10 Things I Hate About You?