LIBBY CLYNE

roleplay

Click. Click. Click, click, cliiiick. Tiny hot pink heels walked along the smooth linoleum of the mall. Bubblegum pink hair spilled down in thick, heat treated curls with bright butterfly clips attached. Libby wore a short tight gingham print tank top/skirt combo that had been stolen somewhat recently at a store further down in the mall. Best if she avoided that area. Hanging from a daisy embroidered pouch was a Gothita glaring at everything. Gotty did not enjoy being an accessory. Especially in the hideously pink garbage her trainer liked to wear. Needless to say they were not well-matched. Libby had a tiny scratch across the tip of her nose when Gotty tried to bite his way to freedom. But fashion was pain!

Tea shop: blugh old lady store. Stationary Store: meh for lovesick tweens. Click, click down the hallway barely glancing at anything. It was all so beige and casual now. Fashion had begun to be boring! It was a struggling to find anything to buy, well steal really. At least there were accessory shops that offered something a little more than a dangling pearl. She strolled over the open store, opening a small compact mirror as if to check her makeup. Oh so carefully she spun around, “Ugh this lighting is so horrible!” Attempting to catch the shop attendant in her view. ”Ah there we go. Much better.” A tiny hand snagged three clips of earrings in the pink section while the cashier was wringing someone up. Gotty merely rolled his eyes used to her stealing. Snapping shut the compact startling the Pokemon from it's boredom. “Gooothh!” Libby picked up the pace as the small Pokemon began to violently swing from the bag. She slipped into the nearest clothing store attempting to blend it.

Heart was racing at the thrill of theft! She grinned to herself before peering around to make sure no one had followed her. “Oh gross, goth stuff!” Libby began to idly push the clothing to the side keeping one glimmering, falsie lashed eye out for security. Someone giggled nearby. Bright pink head swiveled around thinking that someone was laughing at her! After coming back to Lilycove she'd gotten weirded out stares, malicious giggles and the dreaded hand behind mouth gossip! So what. She wouldn't be caught dead in the current fashion trends.

Were they making fun of her? A small girl wearing black was speaking to a floating ghost Pokemon. Libby and Gotty shivered in fear. Neither liked ghost Pokemon. Humph the girl looked cheap and tacky. “Hey the funeral home called they want their lace table cloth back!" She smirked at the small girl. It sounded insulting, right? Gothita closed his eyes in embarrassment. How did he get stuck with a spoiled, dumb adult??! It was so much easier picking on a single kid then pack of casuals hanging around the city. Maybe the kid had something good to steal? "I'm surprised that you haven't killed anyone with that hat..?" She trailed off at the end unsure if it was a hat or hair accessory. Either way it was tacky.