Post by BABA CIPZAR on Dec 27, 2011 22:50:26 GMT -5
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[style=font: 12px mistral; color: #e2e2e2; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px;]wear that grudge like a crown of negativity[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 18px bradley hand itc tt; color: #1c191a; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); text-transform: uppercase;]THIS IS OUT OF CONTROL[/style]
[style=float: left; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Georgia; color: #1c191a; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] There were days when Baba would forget where she was. Days when, during a wander around the academy, she’d find herself staring at something - a flower, lets say. And she’d stare, and she’d stare, and she’d stare, not really thinking of anything, just watching the flower until her eyes ached and a vague sense that she was back home, back with her parents and brother, no Growlithe to be seen. Then, she’d snap back to reality, all alone, with no family in sight. It was those days that she felt her grudge grow even stronger, and the Banette in the face of her mind become even more dominant over her, whispering about Growlithes and their demises, making her smile with it’s twisted imagery.
Then there were compulsory therapy days where some Doctor would sit her down and ask her questions about her family.
Were your parents kind? Of course.
Was your brother nice to you? Always.
Do you blame yourself for what happened? No.
Either way, both days were a waste of time, in Baba’s mind; but, at least the days she thought she was back home she could hold the illusion of peace for a brief moment. Being asked about her feelings just made her sadder and sadder, forcing her to compare her melancholy and loneliness against her grudge. Thankfully, each time the grudge would win out and the Banette-girl would spend the rest of her day trying to find that one Growlithe.
The day she was donning her pretty red lolita dress was neither of the above mentioned days. It was one of the days when the loneliness really begun to kick in and she couldn’t help but wonder if spending all this time finding the Growlithe was worth it. Maybe it would be better just to end it all and be with her family again. Of course, her thoughts didn’t effect the girlish, sweet smile on her face, or the song on her lips as she skipped along, big, blonde curls bouncing with each motion.
Everything was a secret for Baba. What happened to her family was a secret, her aura pokemon’s form was a secret, her true personality was a secret; it worn on a person, after a while. Wore them down and brought up horrible, frightening thoughts that would make weaker people than Baba break down sobbing. She was lucky, though; she still had the Banette in the back of her mind. Her only true friend in amongst the loneliness of it all. The one who would guide her to fulfill her grudge and bring vengeance down on the murderer’s head.
A giggle escaped her at the thought of that Growlithe, beaten and bloodied, clinging onto it’s last threads of life. She imagined how her high heeled Mary-Janes would click against the ground as she prepared to stomp the creature’s head in, blood all over the floor and her family avenged. Obviously, others would have passed the giggle off as cute, innocent Baba thinking of something adorable; no way could their sweet little thing think of something so horrible.
Then again, nobody really knew her and, in a sense, things were better that way.[/style][/td][/tr]
[/table][style=font: 9px courier new; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]♥ lucie from love-stamp[/style]
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