gifting a GACHA CRADILY to Asher Graham
enjoy bby ♥

weepinbell, staraptor, rapidash, cradily, & scorbunny~

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]while she wants to just stay there and get to know her new little ghostie friend, giada knows she can't just linger there forever?

caramella leads them into the next portion of the safari, only to bump into something that just refuses to move. the blonde had been distracted by the gastly swirling around her head to notice until the irritated growl that escapes the skitty has her head snapping up. no one fucks with her cats, not on her watch.

"hey," she calls and both the skitty and the eiscue turn their heads. and while she's probably seen some shit, this is wild from top to bottom. maybe the penguin takes having big brain moments too seriously because look at that damn head! a laugh escapes and she's stepping closer, the gastly snickering along with her. "blockhead, please move?" she asks nice enough that the penguin just tilts that giant head at her and waddles away.

and then, they continue, laughter still escaping. and at some point, it becomes harder to tell if it's coming from the woman or the gastly.

safari.
passing!

10/10

girl, i am a SUCKER for those twin tails thank u for blessing me xoxo

[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]"nope!" giada practically pops the word out of her mouth. a giggle follows, along with the wiggling of an ankle. heels are hit or miss sometimes. they'll either break your ankles or you'll break hearts with them. no in betweens, unless you count breaking them... okay, maybe an in between. "they're surprisingly comfy for stilettos. crazy, right?" she'll lower her leg back to the floor after another moment of staring at the black heel. the barely audible clack is almost music to her ears. something about a heel against tile, man. powerful. "plus, they're super cute and i'd be willing to experience a few blisters for these." maybe it also helps that her usual footwear includes boots with heels taller than the ones currently strapped to her ankles.

the blonde giggles and pauses to glance out onto the dance floor. that group of girls from earlier have seemed to move on. maybe they're hitting up another bar or their feet simply hurt. oh well, more room for her and her new friend. "why not?" her eyes dart back to the woman at her side, curious and unashamed with her question. "i bet you have some killer moves, darling." she won't push it if it's not fitting for her friend but dancing is more fun in groups. actually, kinda similar to hunting. huh, imagine that!

she misses the look of surprise on mara's face because really, nothing comes between her and a drink. not her cats, not her job, not even her favorite man or friend or whatever he is (sorry Abner Armstrong). anyway, she finishes the remains of the whiskey as if it's child's play and is quick to push away from the bar on wobbly feet like if she stays there longer she'll drink their entire supply. the heels might sway and even bend a little but they refuse to snap yet.

"mara," she repeats excitedly, as if it's her new favorite name of the hour. and hopefully this time, she'll actually remember it and the woman it's attached to by the night's end. "giada, but you can call me gia. or whatever you'd like, doesn't matter." her eyes follow the gesture like a cat would a toy, quick and darting. words are spoken beneath the volume of whatever song they're playing and giada has to slip a little closer to hear the full extent of the sentence. and once she does, the smile that breaks onto her lips is bright and probably up to no good. "you're new here? girl, let me tell you! slateport, at night? amazing! nothing quite like it. well, actually, probably but not the point!" at some point during her excited chatter, she almost slings an arm over mara's shoulders and then decides against it last minute. don't touch unless allowed, gia. you know this. "i'd be happy to show you all the sights and shit," she'll pause as her smile shifts to mirror that of a gengar's, a thought popping into her mind within seconds. "but only if you honor me with a dance!"

cue her best puss in boots eyes.

@mara
dancing the night away prompt!

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]some nights, she'll find herself lost in the streets of slateport. the less savory, the better. there's something so familiar about it. as if she's being transported back to celadon, to scampering across pavement every night for a place to sleep. and even if those were the worst times of her life, she still had a blast. maybe that thrill is what she's seeking again, despite now having a home to return to.

a mewl pulls her out of her thoughts, blonde head turning at the sound. ah, right! there was a purpose for this. walking her little princess and hunting for a new pokemon. how could she forget?

"over here, peaches," she murmurs. she'd been perched on a bench for too long, simply staring at the city lights in the distance. they're pretty, sometimes. like a collection of fireflies kept on a single shelf in a dark room, left to keep a steady glow. she'll watch them twinkle for a moment longer until peach is climbing up onto her lap. a hand shifts to run through off-colored fur and there's a fond smile that creeps up onto her lips.

giada will end up moving them to the streets eventually, when she's bored of staring at the cityline and in need of a change of pace. and when she does, they'll wander through abandoned houses. down unsavory streets and further into the shadows, no clear destination in mind. it's just her and the city left behind and she's almost choking down feelings of nostalgia when they round the first corner.

solo wild.

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]oooh, whiskey! a lady after her own heart. the grin she flashes is half friendly, half devious. and then without even offering another word, she's whipping her head to the bartender. the man raises an eyebrow at her as if she's been slinking back to his bar for over an hour now. and really, she has but that's beside the point. first, drinks! "two please, love."

he leaves them to make their drinks. and she doesn't bother to watch him leave like she normally would. instead, she'll turn her attention back to the woman at her side. "sorry again about your drink!" it's a party foul, that much she knows. always a sad moment in the night.

the mention about her heels has her slipping into a fit of giggles, one of her legs rising to show them off a little better. damn, they really do look nice. good choice, even if one will probably snap after too many drinks and too many moves. "these bad boys can handle anything! well, except me by the end of the night but... anyway!" she'll pause to lean forward, to tilt her head curiously. "i didn't see you out there. not in a dancing mood?"

it's only when the drinks come back and she's already halfway through hers that it dawns on her that she forgot to ask for a name. oops. scatterbrain, hello there. "so, new friend for the night," her grin is fuzzy but warm enough to be considered pleasant. "got a name?"

@mara
dancing the night away prompt!

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]perfect, captured and tucked away! her spirits are high, as if the concept of riding that damn poison horse into the next battle will be a thrill. and really, it probably will be. the weird looks will be better, though, that much is certain.

oop, she managed to go a little too far. then again, she'll always chase and chase until she gets what she wants so to be expected? another thing added to the long list of just giada things.

"cmon," she calls to the skitty. who, by all accounts, was completely content with batting around her newest victim before the blonde summons her back. the darumaka is allowed to make a getaway and damn, does that little round thing move quick when it wants to. giada's bending at the waist to give caramella pets when she hears abner's voice. it's faint, as if he's far away. "let's go back!" she uses a baby voice to get the cat moving and really, she doesn't need any more prompting. shooting down the path like a pink bullet while gia takes her time, they eventually return.

"helllo again, handsome! keeping busy?" there's more water on the floor than before. her head tilts curiously but she doesn't mention it. probably some water move like hydro pump or water gun? yeah, sounds right. anyway! she's bouncing back to his side, quickly pulling out the ball to hold it out like a trophy. "okay so, listen. that thing was a bitch to wrangle up but got it!"

Abner Armstrong
passing!

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]she isn't ashamed by the way she simply watches him. lazily, almost like a cat would their owner. and if she had a tail, maybe it'd even flick a little from side to side. she doesn't, however, so she settles on just following his movements.

the ball snuggled into his chest is cute. really cute, but he's distracting her with words and at some point she presses closer with both skitties. congrats, abner, you got yourself not one but three kitties! and maybe she should leave a little room for him but the gengar is recalled and there's plenty of room for her to get snuggly. so, sliding up and fitting herself into the empty space of his side? yep, that's exactly what she wants. her head tilts to find his shoulder as one skitty crawls into his lap and the other lingers in hers.

"so if they're family then they'd be like those crazy cousins you tolerate?" she wouldn't know, personally. family is a foreign concept to someone who only knows alleys and street corners but she's heard enough from tv to make generalized statements. and as he's talking, the extent of the crime sticks out in her mind. sam had wanted to join their ranks, sure, but once league affiliated, always league affiliated kinda thing. the part that lingers is the information about his location. part of her is almost curious if it bothers him to know someone he considered a friend was taken care of for knowing his whereabouts. and yet, she doesn't voice it. instead, she'll let him continue talking, eyes fluttering shut at one point to simply just listen to his voice drift in her ear.

the yawn that follows is languid and tinged with wine but she tries to keep talking because it's nice being like this. nice and content and she shifts like she's getting ready for a nap. "well," she murmurs, sleep slowly seeping into her voice. "i hope he's just in a lab somewhere and not dead. like, i get why they would do it, but," a pause to let out a satisfied sigh when she's finally comfy. "i don't know. it's not simple, i guess, when there's relationships attached to the person that's gonna be offed." again, she wouldn't know and maybe she never will.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]ooooh, a wink and her fave smirk? what'd she do to deserve such nice rewards? her grin borders on dangerous and she even throws a wink toward priam conrad when they pass him by. mental note now made to find one or both later, probably after yet another drinking game. if she doesn't end up in a sand dune first, that is. oh well.

her thoughts drift away from Abner Armstrong and marcel maeda the moment a fresh drink is placed before her. and where @dae takes a sip, she drinks the whole watering hole. it's gone the moment it appears and a finger rises as a signal for another. her latest victim is still nursing his but she doesn't care. she never will.

ooh, a dangerous question! her favorite. it's somehow difficult to keep her face straight when she immediately fires out an answer. "punishment." and then, it's broken by a string of giggles. giada leans toward him, supporting her chin with the back of her hand. the skitty around her shoulders sways but doesn't stir with the movement. "nah, i'm joking. kinda. actually, not really. anyway! why so interested?"

the next drink arrives, is raised, and downed by the time he even gets an answer out. again, drinking like a fish is a talent thank you for coming to my ted talk.

party ppl

PURCHASING |

5 gacha tickets
50 poke each

TOTAL | 250 pd

[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]okay, just abandon her on the path. she's ready to snuggle the pretty lion and not give a shit. and really, she almost does. except, abner's distracting her with words and she has to pocket the pokeball to plant hands on her hips. "let it cry," she retorts and an eye roll follows. little baby camel can weep for days, it wouldn't bother her. she got the cat and that's what truly matters.

at least until the scolipede meanders in. god, it's like half horse and half insect. her head tilts as if she's confused. "hello?" she calls to it and maybe she's slightly offended it isn't paying her attention or maybe she's just being an ass but she slinks forward to get a better look anyway. "you have horns!" at least that's one thing on her aesthetics list. cmere, poison horse?

the giant insect doesn't even wait for her to get closer before it's suddenly darting away. and like any cat would, giada merely follows with a laugh. the skitty is happy to join a chase. ironic, considering anything she wants usually runs but she's having a ball! she'll even brandish the whip and try to tie it into a lasso, failing miserably and settling on trying to put the damn thing to sleep again when she can't seem to wrangle it up.

"sing." sleep creeps up on the insect and then, she's finally winning when she tosses a pokeball. scolipede: 0. giada: 1.

Abner Armstrong
capturing scolipede!