Post by amelia reed on Nov 2, 2016 8:38:12 GMT
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She's quickly lost count of the days since her capture, with no sun and barely a concept of time. Aster visits at least once a day to try and talk to her about Galactic, but she doesn't want to think about it. Not when they've basically kidnapped her. Amelia supposes that it could be worse. She's fed and comfortable inside her own room. She knows that her pokemon are okay.
But then again, she also knows that it could be better.
Her hair splays on the pillow as she curls in, hugging the scratchy blanket to her chest, and closes her eyes against the world. There is minimum entertainment here, and she'd rather sleep her days away then pledge loyalty to Galactic. At least, that's what she told herself. Each day gets harder and harder as she struggles to make sense of the organization.
Amelia sighs and closes her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep despite not being tired. The clock ticks quietly above her, and she drifts in and out of dreamless sleep while she waits for the next meeting with Aster.
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They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell them that's why I got feet. Left right left right, moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.[attr="class","Rose"]
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She's quickly lost count of the days since her capture, with no sun and barely a concept of time. Aster visits at least once a day to try and talk to her about Galactic, but she doesn't want to think about it. Not when they've basically kidnapped her. Amelia supposes that it could be worse. She's fed and comfortable inside her own room. She knows that her pokemon are okay.
But then again, she also knows that it could be better.
Her hair splays on the pillow as she curls in, hugging the scratchy blanket to her chest, and closes her eyes against the world. There is minimum entertainment here, and she'd rather sleep her days away then pledge loyalty to Galactic. At least, that's what she told herself. Each day gets harder and harder as she struggles to make sense of the organization.
Amelia sighs and closes her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep despite not being tired. The clock ticks quietly above her, and she drifts in and out of dreamless sleep while she waits for the next meeting with Aster.
∟IK THIS IS DIFFERENTLY FROM WHAT WE DISCUSSED, LMK IF YOU WANT ME TO EDIT ┐
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