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Captain

Penny, the coveted

She/her

September 25

Petalburg

heterosexual

HBIC Director

Council

I'll leave you

RUINED

5'6" height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

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PENELOPE LIVY

Mirror, Mirror

POSTED ON Jun 25, 2024 22:17:17 GMT

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There are two categories of work events: ones with booze, and ones without it. Typically, Penelope kept to the former. It made for easy excuse to slip in and out of conversation, as well as grant her a reason to try out a new location outside her standard rotation.
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It was why, when a group got together to try out one of the newest additions to Slateport city's nightlife, Penelope decided to "attend", or as she tells paxton concordas, grab a drink then fly back to the office.
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But tonight she arrived a bit later than usual. It was already two hours into the event, and most of the heavy hitters were already out of running for most shit faced.
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So she grabbed a quick cocktail, mingled for a second, and went off her way.
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"Sorry, I still have some work I need to finish up. This was great though," was how she put it.
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But when she stepped into the brisk cold night, it wasn't work that called out to her. It was an extended yelp for help.
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So she followed the sound, caution and curiosity butting heads in her mind. Her hands were kept cinched to her waistline as she made her calculated approach, gravel crackling below her footsteps, granting warning to whatever laid in wait.
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"Hello?"
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aphelion

ada

they/them

thirty-seven

october 11

lavender town

greysexual

secretary

civilian

5'7" (170.18 cm) height

if grief is an amputation, then hope is an incurable hemophilia

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adele veronesi

Mirror, Mirror

POSTED ON Jun 27, 2024 9:49:57 GMT

tedium was—good.

they’ve heard plenty of arguments to the contrary. that normal is boring, and that they would sooner face some rampaging horde than meet life on its simplest terms. they’ve thought it, every now and again, that maybe it was the case that adele lacked the capacity for adventure. other days, when they watch those of higher rank trudge into the building with any number of injuries or missing limbs, that they may be the only sensible person that remains in ever grande.

nevermind, hoenn.

part of that normal is going home immediately after their time in the office concludes. it does not include attending work-sanctioned events that they have no interest in going to. all those invite are prying questions no one actually wants answers to, friendliness they don't care for and a unique vulnerability to showy drinks that places them in this kind of a situation:

they don’t know how they got up here.

all they know is that they can’t get down.

adele’d thoroughly exhausted all means of garnering attention from passersby. they’d thrown their shoes, their watch—their phone, and few had thought to look up. even more did, then hurriedly skittered away like roaches in the dim light. their chin rests against one of the branches, arms dangling uselessly as their feet position them on the trunk, looking more slakoth than they do person. “hellloooooo? helloooo? hello! hello! hell-o! hellooooooOOoO—” their throat hurts.

the leaves rustle as they smack their face into the tree limb, defeated. their voice is hoarse from yelling.

“hello? hello? hello? hello!”

PENELOPE LIVY