((OC: Alright, let me start this off by saying this is INVITE ONLY! If you want to take part there are a few requirements: You have to post at least a few times a day (we don't want the topic to drag), you have to have good grammar (don't make our eyes bleed, please), and you have to be commited. That means you can't drop out of it in the middle because you got bored of it. That leaves the other participants hanging, and everybody hates it.
Participating Members:
Carrie_Slovak
Trainer Sonjo
Prodiguy (Added)
HyperReaper33 (Added)
Edit: The limit has been turned to four people, so no more participants for now.))
It was raining.
Now that wouldn't seem like a big deal to most, concerning the fact that rain is a good thing to have in the middle of the summer. However, there was one who was taking issue with it.
Carrie sighed, a disgusted grimace taking hold of her face as she buried her gloved hands elbow-deep in mud. If they weren't already preoccupied she would have used them to strangle her mother--mud or not. The woman was currently a mere five feet away, the happiest smile you'd ever see plastered across her face. She, too, had gloves upon her hands, digging through the mud in the garden. She had foregone the protective hat Carrie wore, however, allowing the harsh rain to pelt her atop the head.
If there was one thing Carrie hated doing, it was gardening. The sad thing was, however, her mother adored it with all her heart. This struck Carrie as ironic, seeing as how her mother had once been a Trainer specializing in Rock- and Fire-type Pokemon. Every plant she touched seemed to wither and die a horrible death almost instantly, but this never put her off.
Carrie sighed, wishing she could put her face in her hands. This would be rather counter-productive, though, seeing as how mud caked the gloves for at least three inches. Carrie frowned in disgust and shook it off, longing to be inside with a cup of hot chocolate. Rai was busying herself about the kitchen making stew. Carrie could tell, by the delicious aroma wafting from the crack in the kitchen window twelve feet from where she knelt in the mud.
This just wasn't her day. She hated both gardening and mud, and mixing the two together was enough to absolutely ruin her day. She had only arrived home three days ago, and already her mother was bent upon making her time there miserable.
It was made worse by the fact that Carrie was expecting a visitor. She had invited a good friend of hers to visit her in Pallet Town (she held the belief he had never been here before) and was expecting him to turn up any minute, terrible weather or not. She didn't want to greet him at the door covered in mud.
She glanced at her mother, wondering if she could sneak away. The woman was humming away some nonsensical tune she had heard playing over the radio that morning. Most would think she wouldn't notice anything around her, but Carrie knew better. The moment she made a move to stand her mother would turn demonically sharp eyes upon her, wordlessly ordering her to return to her gardening.
Carrie hung her head, a large sigh escaping her. This wasn't her day.
Participating Members:
Carrie_Slovak
Trainer Sonjo
Prodiguy (Added)
HyperReaper33 (Added)
Edit: The limit has been turned to four people, so no more participants for now.))
It was raining.
Now that wouldn't seem like a big deal to most, concerning the fact that rain is a good thing to have in the middle of the summer. However, there was one who was taking issue with it.
Carrie sighed, a disgusted grimace taking hold of her face as she buried her gloved hands elbow-deep in mud. If they weren't already preoccupied she would have used them to strangle her mother--mud or not. The woman was currently a mere five feet away, the happiest smile you'd ever see plastered across her face. She, too, had gloves upon her hands, digging through the mud in the garden. She had foregone the protective hat Carrie wore, however, allowing the harsh rain to pelt her atop the head.
If there was one thing Carrie hated doing, it was gardening. The sad thing was, however, her mother adored it with all her heart. This struck Carrie as ironic, seeing as how her mother had once been a Trainer specializing in Rock- and Fire-type Pokemon. Every plant she touched seemed to wither and die a horrible death almost instantly, but this never put her off.
Carrie sighed, wishing she could put her face in her hands. This would be rather counter-productive, though, seeing as how mud caked the gloves for at least three inches. Carrie frowned in disgust and shook it off, longing to be inside with a cup of hot chocolate. Rai was busying herself about the kitchen making stew. Carrie could tell, by the delicious aroma wafting from the crack in the kitchen window twelve feet from where she knelt in the mud.
This just wasn't her day. She hated both gardening and mud, and mixing the two together was enough to absolutely ruin her day. She had only arrived home three days ago, and already her mother was bent upon making her time there miserable.
It was made worse by the fact that Carrie was expecting a visitor. She had invited a good friend of hers to visit her in Pallet Town (she held the belief he had never been here before) and was expecting him to turn up any minute, terrible weather or not. She didn't want to greet him at the door covered in mud.
She glanced at her mother, wondering if she could sneak away. The woman was humming away some nonsensical tune she had heard playing over the radio that morning. Most would think she wouldn't notice anything around her, but Carrie knew better. The moment she made a move to stand her mother would turn demonically sharp eyes upon her, wordlessly ordering her to return to her gardening.
Carrie hung her head, a large sigh escaping her. This wasn't her day.