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[2013-12-20 06:01:53 +0000 UTC]
"#bettertrainerthanu"
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# Statistics
Favourites: 1; Deviations: 0; Watchers: 186
Watching: 410; Pageviews: 3136; Comments Made: 293; Friends: 410
# Interests
Other Interests: ❤ i'm going to make mum and dad proud. for real now.# About me
"You'd better be ready!"
♡ [| Chloe | 13 | Bisexual | human | trainer | junk food lover |] ♡
I know i've got a big ego, I really don't know why it's such a big deal though. Chloe Aldredge
Rude little Pokémon trainerThis here's Chloe. She's a sort of rude and obnoxious, loud girl, who hates pokémon eggs. a lot. wow, real mature, what an idiot. she also tends to have a severe hatred for the word 'child,' because she really wants to be seen as an adult for some reason. Wonder why….whelp. She often acts very childish anyway, and adores arguing. She argues whenever she can, and can be very pushy. Chloe is thirteen, having started out on her pokémon journey a bit later than most kids. Because of this, she was told that she would just have to wait until the area's professor had an extra starter pokémon he could give her. She hates the idea of waiting for anything, so she didn't. Instead, she went out and got her own Pokémon…finding it by stepping on it's tail while walking through Viridian forest. She brought the Pokémon back to the town's professor, and after a lot of begging and pleading, she was given it to have as a partner. She nicknamed it flare, because she wanted it to have 'a cool ring to it.' At first, the Pokémon, which Chloe learned was an 'Eevee,' didn't like her much because of the way they met, but Chloe cared for it, and got it food and gave it a home, and it realized how much she really loved it, and soon it loved her too. Eventually Chloe's friend Ilishia joined her on her journey, and the two went together, all over the Kanto region. Chloe's Eevee soon evolved, much to Chloe's distaste, into a Flareon. Still though, it was her Eevee, and she loved it, so she got over it. Eventually. She's an okay trainer, and at least she cares about her pokemon. oh, but she sucks at making friends so good luck with that. All in all, she's a sometimes bratty kid but loves her pokemon lots. It would be nice if we could put away and throw out everything except what really mattered, but reality is just cruel.
# Comments
Comments: 130
((The REAL question here is; are YOU ready?))
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[ eee thank you so much<333 ;;;;; ]
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{{your page is so cute!!))
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[ thank you soooo much ;v; yours too<33 ]
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(Meh ur is cuter tho)
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[ no yourssss omg ;;;;; ]
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( no way yours is like omfg cute! )
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Blue stood behind Chloe. Stroking his chin he said "So you must be the new trainer around here huh?"
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Turning around quickly, the female just barely missed hitting the other in the face with her backpack, an apple in her mouth. "Mmmm??" quickly finishing the last few bites of it, and then tossing it, Chloe raised an eyebrow. "New?? I've already been here for a week, you know!" She huffed, stretching as she spoke to him. "Who wants to know??"
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Blue laughed at that "Ha! a week! You're new. You wont be new once you've been a trainer for at least a solid month. Oh and who am I? I was the previous champion here I'll have you know." He sighed and smacked his forehead. "I just had to give that position to gold now didn't I. Anyways I'm Blue."
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"Ehhhh. I've never heard of you." Was her blunt reply as she looked him over. Chloe looked way bored. Probably because she was. This guy was kind of annoying, blabbing on, wasn't he? But she shouldn't really be talking. Snapping out of her thoughts after a moment, she held out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Chloe. And i'm going to become a champion. And meet every Pokemon out there. Like this, when I do, you'll be able to say you shook my hand!" She grinned. Wow, the kid really was full of herself.
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[ dang son- hopefully she's not a rude little turd like this kid- ewe
i've always loved the name chloe- i still don't know why i gave it to her though- ]
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{ she can be like one moment she'll be like super cute and another she'll literally be attacking me you
Because Chloe is an awesome name- }
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[ eeee thank you so much<333 yours too ;;;;;; <333 ]
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(( Hahaha, it's okay ;w;
Aaa thank you >w<
Would you like to rp sometime? ))
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[ off course<3
and omfg- yes- i would be honored to rp with
such a lovely serena ahhhh ;;;;; ]
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(( >w<
askfahda-- you flatter her too muchhhh-- come here you-- //glomps
Who would you prefer to have start? I'm fine either way ;w; ))
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[ ahhhh would you mind starting??? ;;;;;;; //huggles ]
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(( Yep, that's fine. Is there any place in particular though? Like any region or city? ;w; //huggles ))
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[ ahhhh you can choose ;;;v;;; Chloe basically just goes everywhere- so it's all good ;v; ]
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(( Okay ;w;
Ah, I see. That makes things either ^^ ))
Things were rather quiet in one of the two main buildings lining the alleyway connecting North Boulevard to Rouge Plaza-- well, they were far more quiet than usual as the restaurant that plagued the narrow passage was always booming with noise and pouring disappointed or unqualified potential customers out of its doors. Inside the building across from the large and extremely successful business was one not as much, being left in the shadow of night with the light that seeped from the windows of the High Roller to barely grace its walls.
A mere house, maybe? Or, per chance, a bureau of some kind?
Guessing the latter would have been correct-- the Looker Bureau, to be exact-- and at the desk, past the firmly shut wooden doors, towards the very back of the room sat a young woman, the side of her face illuminated by the single lamp on the bench as she furiously scribbled some notes of a certain degree down onto a blank notepad before her. Ever so rarely did she bother to look up at the windows to peer outside as she waited for someone-- a certain girl and her pokémon-- to walk through the doors, otherwise she blocked out the world around her as she desperately tried to piece various fractions of evidence together.
However, as the girl glanced back up at the window once more to check, she saw a rather...peculiar-looking figure-- a mere person whose features were unidentifiable thanks to nightfall-- who had either stopped or walked past the first glass pane; either way, they appeared to hug close to the side of the building which irked Serena somewhat.
Were they, maybe, a passer-byer? Or were they coming to enter to bureau?
Either way, the girl shifted slightly in her seat and continued to stare, watching-- waiting-- to see what this figure was going to do.
((I hope that was good enough ))
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(( Okay ;w;
Ah, I see. That makes things either ^^ ))
Things were rather quiet in one of the two main buildings lining the alleyway connecting North Boulevard to Rouge Plaza-- well, they were far more quiet than usual as the restaurant that plagued the narrow passage was always booming with noise and pouring disappointed or unqualified potential customers out of its doors. Inside the building across from the large and extremely successful business was one not as much, being left in the shadow of night with the light that seeped from the windows of the High Roller to barely grace its walls.
A mere house, maybe? Or, per chance, a bureau of some kind?
Guessing the latter would have been correct-- the Looker Bureau, to be exact-- and at the desk, past the firmly shut wooden doors, towards the very back of the room sat a young woman, the side of her face illuminated by the single lamp on the bench as she furiously scribbled some notes of a certain degree down onto a blank notepad before her. Ever so rarely did she bother to look up at the windows to peer outside as she waited for someone-- a certain girl and her pokémon-- to walk through the doors, otherwise she blocked out the world around her as she desperately tried to piece various fractions of evidence together.
However, as the girl glanced back up at the window once more to check, she saw a rather...peculiar-looking figure-- a mere person whose features were unidentifiable thanks to nightfall-- who had either stopped or walked past the first glass pane; either way, they appeared to hug close to the side of the building which irked Serena somewhat.
Were they, maybe, a passer-byer? Or were they coming to enter to bureau?
Either way, the girl shifted slightly in her seat and continued to stare, watching-- waiting-- to see what this figure was going to do.
((I hope that was good enough 
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Kalos was a nice place- yeah, she certainly thought so. Well, it was surely much more lively than Kanto...she liked that. But that night had been quiet. It was irritating, to say the least. As she walked along, down the long, wide streets of the place, feet crunching over leaves among other things, the thirteen year old found herself stopping at a shop. One she picked at random, yes, but it just so happened to be the city's nice little looker bureau...just her luck. Pausing outside a moment to fix the straps on her hoodie, Chloe moved then to open up the door, and walk right on in. "Looker bureau, eh?? What on earth's that??" She asked this right off the bat, two of her fingers raised to play with a few of her reddened locks.
[ off course it was, it's lovely<333 ]
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(( Ah, I have a question, and it kind of has an impact on my reply;
Has she walked in or not? Your reply says "Chloe moved then to open up the door, and walk right on in" but I don't know if you meant that as she walked in, or if it was her voicing her intentions to walk in...
Sorry XDD ))
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[ ahhhh i'm so sorry about that-
yes, it was supposed to mean she walked in ;v; ]
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[[thank you very much for the watch! uvu ]]
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[ off course<333 ]
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outofbreath. cute muse --
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[ thanks so much<33 yours too<3333 ]
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[ off course, dear<3333 ]
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[ eeee thank youuuu <3 ]
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