Aubre
She/Her
26
February 17
Turffield
Demisexual
Pokémon Doctor
Civilian
I Still Believe, Inside of Me, There's Someone Not Unspoken. Someone Not So Broken.
Make the Dream Work [Gym]
POSTED ON Jul 21, 2023 2:25:48 GMT
[attr="class","samjertop"][attr="class","samjer"] [attr="class","samjermain"] She wiped her hand on her cardigan for what felt like the hundredth time. But they still glowed with sweat. Occasionally, green eyes darted back to what she could see of the audience. The mumbles of a hundred different conversations wired into a virtual hornet hive of conversation. It didn’t look so crowded from up there. Aubre knew most people wouldn’t remember her name tomorrow. She knew they weren’t here for her. Everyone cared about Josh. Her mind didn’t care. It knew that everyone was about to watch her make a fool of herself. Gods, she hoped Michaela didn’t remember this. Once upon a time, this was all she wanted. She wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a mentor to young, wide-eyed children like her. This meant facing challenges like this head-on. But, after a few months of battling school, that fire snuffed itself out. There might be glory in battle, but her heart didn’t feel it. All she saw was her best friends getting trampled on and set on fire. Then, the incident sent the sails of that dream fully slack. But, apparently, it never left the Pokemon who started the journey with her. A few of them wanted to give battling a try. Their hearts were still in this stuff. The souls were those of warriors. And, if she was as equal rights as she claimed, it wasn’t her right to try and make them fit her ideals. So, in the end, Maggie got what she wanted. Then, Serena and Al jumped in. A small shout from near the arena’s edge drew Aubre’s attention. Her hand lifted in a wave as her daughter waved her hastily colored sign. If you cannot do this for yourself, at least try to for her. A slightly colder, tighter smile was offered to her husband—his hand laying on the bench between the toddler and the next person in line. All of a sudden, the energy of the place changed. It was like someone had set off a bunch of firecrackers or started up a Tesla coil. Before she turned, the redhead knew that Josh was there. I really hope he remembers that League agreement. He sees a hundred people a week, but it was done to protocol. Gods, how many times had she gone over the rules in the past week? Even if she didn’t want to be here, she had tried to study up. The perfectionist in her wouldn’t let her shirk anything. [newclass=.samjer] font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain] margin: 0 auto; width:350px;background-color:#272727;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjermain b] color: #AED588; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain i] color: #69A534; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color: #E0F3FC; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 10px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjerpoke] width:440px;height:60px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat; ;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:15px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px; background-color: #69A534;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertop] width:440px;height:50px;background-color: #69A534;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:5px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass]
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