Post by Luella B. Mynn on Mar 20, 2015 19:31:57 GMT -5
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She could handle fishing. She could handle the grease and slime and penetrating hooks that tore through a Magikarp's lips. But Luella couldn't handle wearing a fluffy, puffy burden of a sleeping bag that called itself a 'winter jacket' over her thinner one, and despite having the hood cover more than half her face when it was flopped over, the cold air easily slipped through the cracks between her hair and brushed a taste of ice against her neck. This was miserable. Why couldn't she be spoiled by the toasty warm Hoenn weather for the rest of her life? She liked Polar Point sure enough, but it was much more bearable when she could enjoy it indoors with a bowl of soup and a cup of coffee. She was starting to regret coming out here for something as silly as a fishing competition, noting how unnatural the fishing rod felt in the grip of her thick and heavy mittens, severely limiting the freedom of her fingers in exchange for conserving a little extra heat.
The worst part about all of this was how one second she could be shivering and strutting across Glacier Trail as well as the rest of the competitors and judges out here, and the next left her cheek first into the icy surface, twitching in shock as she slid to a complete stop. Humiliation was one thing, but taking this kind of fall as an older gal was starting to come with some risks. Her muscles wailed as she tried to shake off the fall, and as she leaned on a passerby for support when they offered to help her up, the soreness in her jaw quickly became apparent as she expressed her thanks. She tried not to wince in pain as she waved the nice girl off, insisting that she was fine, or at least she would be after a few sips of the alcohol tucked away in her tackle box. Not that she was planning to drink her fishing experience away, but she did plan to take advantage of how easily it'd warm her up, and maybe she'd get to share it with someone and strike up a conversation that way.
Ideally, she would've liked to talk to people her own age, but the Polar Point events seemed more suited to a younger age group. With all this damn ice around here, she could see why. At least they were young and could easily shake off each fall, but that luxury of youth was slowly slipping away from Luella.
She sighed, wistful of the life she could've had if she was like Peter Pan in Neverland as she dragged her feet across the snow and ice. She managed to score a good enough spot for herself, figuring that she wasn't so far away that she wouldn't be able to chat up her neighbors if she caught something, but she still had enough space to freely fish without getting in anyone's way. It was as ideal as it could be, given the situation. She cast her rod with a satisfying 'plop!' into the sea and watched her bobber join the rest as they wiggled to and fro. Some people were lucky enough to get a few bites straight away, and with eager grins, they popped their Pokeballs open so their own Pokemon could help reel in the prize.
'Not a bad idea.' Luella thought as she licked her lips, occasionally biting at the dry skin that peeled off of them as she bode her time. She was tempted to fall asleep in order to distract herself from the cold, but from what she saw on TV, people apparently died if they slept in the cold. She wasn't willing to die from boredom, so she slapped herself awake and impatiently tapped her foot against the ice until that faithful bite came.
Whatever the hell it was, it was putting up one hell of a fight. She didn't have much time to think about which Pokemon would be able to help her fight it back to shore, so she reached for the first one her gloved hand touched and summoned the whimsical Baby Dragon to help. The Spinda caught onto what was going on as Luella gestured with her head towards the rod as she pulled and dug her heels into the snow, even crouching down to prevent another nasty fall until her Spinda wrapped her paws around Luella's hips and joined in the pulling parade.
[attr="id","notes"]The first spoiled child enters the ring. Unnur Liefsdóttir[attr="id","tag"] |
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