Oh, well, would you look at that. Someone had been speaking. Maybe. Or they had just shown up and thought they could rule the world. Either way, the girl was rather sick of the boy from the beginning. He was a pruny sort of royal purple. Yuck.
"I see a bulge under your clothes liar. You don't have to lie, it'll only make your life worse."
She didn't really care as to what the man said- he was obviously quite stupid to think a pokeball was hidden in such an obvious style, and if Oliver thought that too than maybe it was a good thing she was going deaf if only to seclude herself in her own world. It was those last words that made the girl snap in her own mind as the pruny man dared to smugly pat her as if she was a five year old being told off. What did he know of life, Mr. Man With The Money. What did he know of sacrifice, and of tears, and of guilt?
What did he know about fighting a world that wanted to steal everything from you, of hopelessly raging against the inevitable?
He had money.
And he wasn't from here.
And he dared to think he knew what made life worse. And he dared to think he knew what would protect those that she loved. Oh, yes, lying definitely made her life worse. Sure. It was worse of a life to still have Kathoo with her, it was worse of a life to give her and her twin hope, it was worse of a life to clear the family from fear by lying, it was worse of a life for those that she loved to be warm and protected and feel safe.
Sure.
"Swampy what do ya want? Sorry about him he doesn't have any awareness of personal space."
Memories barraged her eyes, and the girl forgot to pay attention to what he was saying and missed the words all together. And then- did Oliver say something? Shoot, shoot, shoot. Nothing was going right.
She looked up to find the new person who had arrived was smiling- no, to find a smug smirk on the crude purple of the man. That was it.
She snapped.
"Do you think I am an idiot?" She asked, quite sincerely, advancing on the man with venom in her sarcastic tone. There was definitely fire in her eyes now, and her voice revealed a snap inside. "I've lived here my whole life. I've had every single Pokemon stolen from me and my family. I'm living on bread and sleeping on straw, as far as you can tell. We sold the ones we could before they were taken from us, and even if I managed to save one of them," the girl's voice hurt in her throat, and her heart throbbed. She spoke wildly with her hands, throwing them into the air with her voice of venom. "I wouldn't be such an idiot to prance it around in public like a sack of money waiting to be snapped out of my hands, and I wouldn't be such an idiot to hide it in my clothes or in my hair which, just so you know, is the first place people look after your belt. So stop calling me a liar, rich boy, and wipe that smirk off your face. You don't know the half of this world, mister I can tell if someone is lying everytime I walk down the street, mister I can give out advice based on false assumptions, mister I can freely prance around Pokemon as if they were toys."
The girl was afraid she would cry, but her rage hid the knot in her throat well. She unzipped her threadbare coat to reveal a rubber ban tying a wad of cloth on her tye dye shirt- it was always too big on her. She had made it big so that she could wear it forever.
"I didn't lie simply because it is beneath my power to keep such a thing hidden. But just for your information, yes I do have to lie. I have to lie and sometimes I have to steal and don't you dare say that that makes my life worse because without it I would die, and without I can no longer protect my family, and without it my life is hell because lying is the only thing that can keep you safe in this world unless you're an idiot with sacks of money protecting you."
And sometimes you have to lie to yourself to avoid the truth.
Because the truth hurts.
I never wanted the gosh darn truth.
She ignored his hand with a snarl on her lips and turned back to the thorny purple man, running one hand through her hair in silent exasperation as if to calm herself down. The sky had gone dark in shadow, and the clouds were bloodshot with ferocity. "I'm sorry for the interruption, Oliver. It's just- ah, well. I'm tired."
Tired of the world I live in.
Tired of lying.
Tired of hiding things.
Tired of losing my temper...
The girl left the words handing in the air with a sigh. So much for the magic show... this day was not turning out how she had expected. And the words she had said... shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
The girl looked up at the sky. She should probably go. It was caving in on her like great, charcoal walls of guilt, threatening collapse.
She hated it when the sky was dark.
