Post by Giovanni Zoppé on Jun 11, 2015 1:28:27 GMT -5
I KNEW LOVE'S PERFECT ACHE THERE WAS A SAYING HERE, TIME IS MONEY. In the early afternoon of June, the whistling of train tracks echoed in the distance. The smell of the subway wafted into the air, causing many of the new citizens to snarl; others had since grown used to the smell of the city, showing no signs of being bothered but the putrid odor and thick clouds of smoke that steamed from the confines of buildings. The people moved through the streets furiously, bumping into one another occasionally starting petty arguments among a group. Through the crowd, a man dressed in all black could be seen among the masses. Adorned in a black button down, a long grey cardigan, and black skinny jeans, the sound of his boots hitting against the pavement gave way to his location. Swaying at his side, Orphne's golden eyes took in the view. She had never been here before, at least not with Giovanni; he had been here once before but it was during his time at the circus before his father found the small Pokemon. Placing his hand over his face, he sighed. "Why is it so hot in this damn city?" he pondered as he continued to move deeper into its depths. The sun's golden bars beamed down onto his skin, and the humidity that followed made him cringe, but not enough to turn back. Continuing, he moved down the busy streets, stopping ever so often to take in a view of the shopping malls, before he proceeded down the street. He had come here to see the Fire-type Gym Leader that the city was so proud of. There was no real reason for his unexpected appearance but he was here nonetheless. Dipping around a corner, his eyes caught wind of The Dome that rested on Luna Lake. He had heard of the Dome since he arrived here, forcing the assumption that the Dome was anything but the city's most famed attraction. "I'll go there later," he mused silently to himself. Stumbling upon the edge of the city, he would find the Gym. Watching it curiously he wondered whether or not the Gym Leader would actually be here, or if he would be deep inside awaiting a challenger to approach him. Pushing the door open, the wave of heat crashed on him and a loud sigh left his lips. "Why the fuck is so hot in this place?" was all he managed to muster before he fell to the ground at the surprise of the Arcanine, sitting with fire brewing from their lungs. What kind of wretched hell is this? | GIOVANNI ZOPPÉ WORDS: ## |
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE