Lucy | Champion of the Unova Region | Female | Bagon
Like always, the area seems to be a blur, and, before she perceived the situation, Lucy was lost.
As usual.
She wasn't paying attention and wound up seeing the Prism Tower from afar, with clusters of building encasing her in a tight alley, there was no one there, thank god. Lucy looked at the sky, to see the sky bedecked with its fluffy clouds. The Champion sighed and then retrieved her cellphone.
"... Remy... I suppose that I'm in a familiar situation..."
"And what is it, if I may ask?"
"... I'm lost."
The alley was hot, hotter than the streets outside, but Lucy didn't mind. She leaned on the wall before hearing a familiar screech and scream of an engine. She turned her head to the right, to see her car, stopping.
...
The car paced slowly as Lucy beckoned Remy, her driver, to approach with caution. She saw five figures, one with the familiar Sylveon outfit, the others were distinguished by Lucy's unstable mind. Remy blew a soft horn to signify that the antique car has arrived, with the green-haired Champion inside. Lucy slightly scowled due to Remy's action but brushed it off quiet easily. She thanked her driver, swung open the black door, stepped off from the car and then lowered her head to hide fear face in the shadows.
"Remy, could you please park near the nearest Cafe?" Lucy muttered through the open window. The young driver lightly nodded before zooming off, evolving into a glossy blur as the vintage vehicle whisked away.
With clicks of her heels, Lucy approached the figures with caution and shyness, still lowering her head to signify her docile nature. When meeting strangers, Lucy had always hoped for her other-self to stop appearing. She would risk everything for that wretched identity of hers to just dissolve away.
Too bad, psychological problems are strenuous to cure.
"Um, hello... Miziki..." Lucy greeted, keeping distance between her, her head still hung, almost robotic.
Almost lifeless.
As usual.
She wasn't paying attention and wound up seeing the Prism Tower from afar, with clusters of building encasing her in a tight alley, there was no one there, thank god. Lucy looked at the sky, to see the sky bedecked with its fluffy clouds. The Champion sighed and then retrieved her cellphone.
"... Remy... I suppose that I'm in a familiar situation..."
"And what is it, if I may ask?"
"... I'm lost."
The alley was hot, hotter than the streets outside, but Lucy didn't mind. She leaned on the wall before hearing a familiar screech and scream of an engine. She turned her head to the right, to see her car, stopping.
...
The car paced slowly as Lucy beckoned Remy, her driver, to approach with caution. She saw five figures, one with the familiar Sylveon outfit, the others were distinguished by Lucy's unstable mind. Remy blew a soft horn to signify that the antique car has arrived, with the green-haired Champion inside. Lucy slightly scowled due to Remy's action but brushed it off quiet easily. She thanked her driver, swung open the black door, stepped off from the car and then lowered her head to hide fear face in the shadows.
"Remy, could you please park near the nearest Cafe?" Lucy muttered through the open window. The young driver lightly nodded before zooming off, evolving into a glossy blur as the vintage vehicle whisked away.
With clicks of her heels, Lucy approached the figures with caution and shyness, still lowering her head to signify her docile nature. When meeting strangers, Lucy had always hoped for her other-self to stop appearing. She would risk everything for that wretched identity of hers to just dissolve away.
Too bad, psychological problems are strenuous to cure.
"Um, hello... Miziki..." Lucy greeted, keeping distance between her, her head still hung, almost robotic.
Almost lifeless.
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