(open) Bright New Day

[alice higurashi]

Alice was deep into the forest now damn it would be a chore for anyone to find her. She smiled happily, it was good. That meant no snooping policemen or women were going to attempt to arrest her and her lovely Pokemon. Gosh it would have been so embarrassing if they did try to arrest her sure she could run and there was no denying she pretty fast but Alice knew that there was no way she’d out run a police officer. Especially a police person who probably had really powerful Pokemon, that they wouldn’t be afraid to use against her. Did that make the police hypocrites? They probably had to use their own Pokemon to battle trainers they were trying to arrest with Pokemon or without. They were hypocrites which was just typical.

Stupid double standards she hated the battle ban! Why was it so wrong to battle? Pokemon didn’t seem to mind and it wasn’t as though she was the type of person to push her Pokemon into things they didn’t want to do. She wasn’t that cruel heck she despised those that did and if she saw that happening Alice knew herself that she’d find it hard to keep her opinions quiet.

She sat down leaning against one of the large oak trees of the forest. It was so quiet here; nice and peaceful she smiled lithely a rare fete for such a sour faced girl. Grabbing he backpack she took a book and turned to the page she’d left it on. She loved reading especially if it was good plot, and this one was. It was second hand but she didn’t care it was called, ‘One flew over the cuckoo’s nest.’ And it was a pretty old book. She still liked it though, the story itself was traumatic but the writing style was genius. A little glazed over smile took to her features as her eyes engaged fully into the book, it seemed like today was going to be a good day.

[ASHIE RYAN]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ON HAND NOTES I was going to reply yesterday... but I got busy with other things... I hope I'm not too late ~! TAGS Alice WORD COUNT four hundred and seventy five. Short and sweet.

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/patterns/whitepattern5.png][atrb=vAlign,top] THERE WAS NOTHING MORE AMAZING THAN A WALK THROUGH nature with the wind blowing through one's hair and pokemon by their side. At least, that's what one certain trainer by the name of Ashie Ryan believed. She loved wandering through the wilderness, spinning around in a childish way, her small green Axew clinging to her shoulder for it's life. Ashie was the type of trainer to travel light. Typically, she would stay the nights in the local Pokemon Center, and go out traveling during the day with nothing on hand but her pokemon, a couple extra pokeballs clasped to her belt, and a potion or two slipped into her back pocket. She rarely carried a backpack around - it restricted movement in her shoulders, giving her less freedom. Ashie's Axew, Simba, cried out as the blonde trainer narrowly missed a tree. She reached up and grabbed the pokemon, lifting him from her shoulders, bringing him into a tight bear hug. "Come on, Simba! Enjoy the bright sunlight and warm atmosphere!" she shouted, swinging the Axew around in circles again. Despite her words, the forest was rather dark now, only a few speckles of sunlight managed to fall past the thick cover of leaves above their heads. Simba shook his little green head before looking at the ground. Another young girl was sitting down, reading what looked like a very captivating book. The dragon pokemon shouted in warning, "Axew, xew!" effectively stopping Ashie in her tracks. "What is it, Sim? Oh!" she looked down at the girl and raised an eyebrow. Was this girl another pokemon trainer? They were so far out into the forest it was hard to tell. What Ashie wanted to know was how the girl could even read in this light. It was autumn, so the trees weren't as thick as they were in the season previously, but there were still enough leaves that the ground was almost completely covered in shadows. Ashie approached slowly, "What're you doing reading all the way out here?" she asked, hands on her hips, Simba gave his trainer a quizzical look. What was she getting herself into? She could very well be handing herself over to the police here, and then he'd be separated from her forever. "I mean, hello, it's an awesome day outside, and you're just sittin' here reading a fairytale? C'mon! Get your butt moving! Get active!" Ashie shouted, she reached out, almost grabbing the other girl's arm to pull her up, but found that that was, perhaps, a bit rude. Ashie pouted, "It's such a pretty day, here, don't waste it!" she cried again, flailing her arms. The blonde haired trainer paused for a second, then opened her big mouth again, "My name is Ashie, by the way, Ashie Ryan,"

[alice higurashi]

Damn this book was always so interesting, the title character McMurphy was a brilliant anti hero, she smiled as the plot thickened and the evil Nurse of the psychiatric ward took control once again. It was sad, in fact the whole book was sob worthy, not that Alice would cry she was to good for that, she once swore no one would ever see her cry she’d save her tears. She guessed tears made you weak and in this cut throat world of underground training you had to be as ruthless as possible which meant locking away all tear worthy emotions. No matter what. That was her rule, sure she believed in having fun laughing and happiness was allowed but she refused to display herself weakly. She needed to keep her eyes on the prise, if she won enough money her families debts would go away and those scary men would stop knocking on the door asking for money. Alice bit her lip softly as a particularly painful memory stung her senses. She frowned inwardly, how weak of her....

Turning back to her book she found herself once again lost in its pages dragging herself through the literary world she chuckled softly at the humour while holding back her sadness at the sad parts. She knew there was a reason she loved this book.
Alice hadn’t realised how long she’d been out here, the sky was growing darker and more and more she had to strain her eyes to read the pages of her book, she wasn’t bothered though it was just another challange and she would overcome it or her name wasn’t Alice Higurashi! She didn’t regard the pitter patter of feet as anything of great importance until a loud soprano tone rang across the air. She winced before she brought her green gaze up locking onto the blonde girl that stood before her sending her a look of complete bewilderment.

“I think you answered that question yourself.” She said holding up the book in her hands, deciding it would probably pay to be a tad more sociable she folded the corner page softly into a neat triangle and placed it down next to her.
“And it’s not a fairy tale.” She said gesturing to the book by her feet “heck its anything but.” She added in a gentle mutter.
She wasn’t sure what to make of the girl, she seemed a touch to rude for Alice’s liking ordering her about in such manner. How rash. She felt herself lean closer to the tree as the girl reached out for her shaking her brown locks softly she stood up slowly.
“Listen, I don’t know who you are.” She began tiredly “but do you always introduce yourself like this? And I’m aware of the weather its why I was reading.” Alice offered the girl a tiny smile as she reached for her backpack. She wondered for a moment if she was another trainer like herself, it would explain what she was doing in the forest, heck it would have made sense.
“Nice to meet your Ashie.” Said Alice holding out her hand for Ashie to shake “I’m Alice, Alice Higurashi.”
“What are you doing out here anyway?” she asked slowly.
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