ELITE, anarchy azalea
Oct 18, 2014 21:34:51 GMT -6
Post by ANARCHY AZALEA on Oct 18, 2014 21:34:51 GMT -6
ANARCHY L. AZALEA
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I'M AS TIMELESS AS YOU FEEL |
Positive ● optimistic ● caring ● athletic ● dutiful ● forgiving | Negative ● timid ● weak-willed ● submissive ● regretful ● aggressive |
Likes ● hard candy ● warm tea ● shiny jewelry ● itchy sweaters ● coffee | Dislikes ● mornings ● losing ● crowded areas ● heights ● being confused for a male |
History
"she's the perfect little lady."
she had her mother's hair. it was fuzzy upon the touch but there was that knowing feeling that it would straighten and grow mousy as she grew older. her mother thought of the most perfect name for her most perfect little baby girl: anarchy lynn azalea. she was cradled into her mother's stiff around as she watched the slumbering child with dim eyes. she was exhausted, and she closed her eyes. that was the last time anarchy saw her mother.
her father was no where to be seen, so she was given for adoption immediately after she was released from the hospital. she was well taken care of, always a source of entertainment for her caretakers with that signature smile with the perfectly placed dimples that could get her out of trouble any time. she was never close to the other children for this very reason - and she was often bullied, even at a young age. they would always call her names whenever their caretakers were not around. she was not brave enough to tell anyone for the fear of sounding more whiny than she was told to be. as she got older they even got so bold enough to throw rocks at her, and slowly she drew into herself. she smiled less, she fidgeted and cried whenever she was surrounded by people, and everyone was frightened by the sudden change in this darling little girl's demeanor. over the course of a few months, she turned from a smiling toddler to a tense and easily spooked child. and it just grew worse with time.
as anarchy grew older, she began to strike back at her tormentors. she was never the one for witty comebacks, so she used her fists. she kicked one boy in the gut and while that girl whom always pushed her to the ground, snip snip snip and all her hair was gone. she was tired of always being the victim... but she knew no other way than that. as her bullies left her to join their new homes with their sparkly new adopted parents, anarchy was left all alone in a ratty old dress and barely clutching onto her own individuality than made her different from the rest. she was only seven years old and she felt as if she aged lightyears.
she was ten years old when she decided to make that all change.
all children got a pokemon while in the orphanage. unable to pick which one she wanted, a small audino was thrusted forward and wrapped his chubby arms around the frail girl soothingly. she named his strawberry shortcake, or just shortcake as a faster nickname. and one night she decided to leave, and of course he followed her without a single thought. thick as thieves the two were and rather odd company. a cheerful audino and a cowardly owner, anyone would laugh at the sight. in the darkness of the deep city was terrifying, especially since all she knew was the orphanage and nothing else. a simple dirty street rat - nothing less and definitely nothing more. she'd never get anywhere she wanted to go, she'd never achieve the goals she had made for herself all those years ago as a excitable toddler. and this ignited fire to her veins, "i'm gonna become the strongest of 'em all!" there was no more fear, but a feeling of determination settled within her gut. and she would not stray from it.
"if you ain't nothin', then when you gonna try to be somethin', anna? runnin' away ain't gonna get you nowhere in life. so you gotta trust me."
he said this with his hand outstretched and daunting smile on his lips that could defy logic and seemingly reverse time itself. wearing his scuffled black school slacks and unbuttoned shirt. his cheek was swollen and his smile was crooked as ever. but she trusted him because next to her only pokemon, he was all she had. he was a friend and he wanted her to trust him. his nose dripped blood from a fight: he had a tendency to pick them with the wrong people. but that was what anarchy liked about him. he was brave and she was not. as she helped him to his feet, he'd ruffled her mousy pink hair fondly. so many years on the streets taught her not to trust a soul even when they helped you. but he had been there for three years now, feeding her, talking to her. she was still skeptical but that was her nature to be so and she dismissed it. he made her feel whole again and she smiled, "i do trust you." they walked home that day. his parents took her in with open arms. she wondered what this how it felt to be in a family? to sit at a table and laugh and eat warm food and sleep in a warm bed with living people there ready to help you? she had never knew. it felt nice.
for her nineteenth birthday his parents bought her a small little caterpie. it wiggled and squirmed about in her arms as she squealed with delight. on that day, eating german chocolate cake (her favorite kind) and laughing about the old times, he took her hand and pressed his lips against her's. what was this? k-i-s-s-i-n-g? anarchy was not sure how to feel and she cried, and he wiped her tears away with that usual smug grin on his cheeky face. "naw, girl. you can't be cryin' over a small kiss like that!" but she was. she was so happy and she did not know how to process such foreign emotions that swam in her stomach and made goosebumps rise on her arms.
team plasma came when she was twenty, and they came with a vengeance. their message spoke to him, yet confused her. his parents disapproved and they argued and screamed, his father slamming him against a wall and roaring profanities into his face. but he joined plasma anyways, and his parents, in a fit of rage, disowned him as their son. anarchy was horrified by the whole thing, and worried and fretted over him as he packed his bags that same day. but in a quick, eager motion, her hugged her to his chest, shoved her away and ran out the door. in a split second - he was gone from her life. she had never felt so empty and hollow. just like the shell of her growing metapod.
she sunk back into her old ways. tense and nervous, his parents suddenly looking like distorted monsters for not understanding their only son. she decided to chase after him. she would join team plasma too if it had to come down to this. they'd be together like always. they'd be a team... no, more that a team. they'd be a couple. this thought made her face grow pink as her hair.
grabbing the little possessions she had, she snuck out in the dead of night. and she sobbed uncontrollably once more. it reminded her of the night she left the orphanage for good. it seemed like deja-vu, and everything was surreal.
when she joined as a simple grunt, she was determined to find him. it was the only reason she had joined in the first place and she made that perfectly clear to her comrades. so she was constantly being challenged to test her true grit as a pokemon trainer. she had her wins and her losses, but in the end, she was boosted up a few ranks. even through those times, she had not seem head nor tail of him. worry gnawed at her, but she did not show it. she put him in the back of her mind, as a small priority. the power made her think less. she liked the sound of being an elite. made her feel more important that she actually was.
slowly her life grew as dull as a old knife, but she guesses she wouldn't have it any other way.
she had her mother's hair. it was fuzzy upon the touch but there was that knowing feeling that it would straighten and grow mousy as she grew older. her mother thought of the most perfect name for her most perfect little baby girl: anarchy lynn azalea. she was cradled into her mother's stiff around as she watched the slumbering child with dim eyes. she was exhausted, and she closed her eyes. that was the last time anarchy saw her mother.
her father was no where to be seen, so she was given for adoption immediately after she was released from the hospital. she was well taken care of, always a source of entertainment for her caretakers with that signature smile with the perfectly placed dimples that could get her out of trouble any time. she was never close to the other children for this very reason - and she was often bullied, even at a young age. they would always call her names whenever their caretakers were not around. she was not brave enough to tell anyone for the fear of sounding more whiny than she was told to be. as she got older they even got so bold enough to throw rocks at her, and slowly she drew into herself. she smiled less, she fidgeted and cried whenever she was surrounded by people, and everyone was frightened by the sudden change in this darling little girl's demeanor. over the course of a few months, she turned from a smiling toddler to a tense and easily spooked child. and it just grew worse with time.
as anarchy grew older, she began to strike back at her tormentors. she was never the one for witty comebacks, so she used her fists. she kicked one boy in the gut and while that girl whom always pushed her to the ground, snip snip snip and all her hair was gone. she was tired of always being the victim... but she knew no other way than that. as her bullies left her to join their new homes with their sparkly new adopted parents, anarchy was left all alone in a ratty old dress and barely clutching onto her own individuality than made her different from the rest. she was only seven years old and she felt as if she aged lightyears.
she was ten years old when she decided to make that all change.
all children got a pokemon while in the orphanage. unable to pick which one she wanted, a small audino was thrusted forward and wrapped his chubby arms around the frail girl soothingly. she named his strawberry shortcake, or just shortcake as a faster nickname. and one night she decided to leave, and of course he followed her without a single thought. thick as thieves the two were and rather odd company. a cheerful audino and a cowardly owner, anyone would laugh at the sight. in the darkness of the deep city was terrifying, especially since all she knew was the orphanage and nothing else. a simple dirty street rat - nothing less and definitely nothing more. she'd never get anywhere she wanted to go, she'd never achieve the goals she had made for herself all those years ago as a excitable toddler. and this ignited fire to her veins, "i'm gonna become the strongest of 'em all!" there was no more fear, but a feeling of determination settled within her gut. and she would not stray from it.
"if you ain't nothin', then when you gonna try to be somethin', anna? runnin' away ain't gonna get you nowhere in life. so you gotta trust me."
he said this with his hand outstretched and daunting smile on his lips that could defy logic and seemingly reverse time itself. wearing his scuffled black school slacks and unbuttoned shirt. his cheek was swollen and his smile was crooked as ever. but she trusted him because next to her only pokemon, he was all she had. he was a friend and he wanted her to trust him. his nose dripped blood from a fight: he had a tendency to pick them with the wrong people. but that was what anarchy liked about him. he was brave and she was not. as she helped him to his feet, he'd ruffled her mousy pink hair fondly. so many years on the streets taught her not to trust a soul even when they helped you. but he had been there for three years now, feeding her, talking to her. she was still skeptical but that was her nature to be so and she dismissed it. he made her feel whole again and she smiled, "i do trust you." they walked home that day. his parents took her in with open arms. she wondered what this how it felt to be in a family? to sit at a table and laugh and eat warm food and sleep in a warm bed with living people there ready to help you? she had never knew. it felt nice.
for her nineteenth birthday his parents bought her a small little caterpie. it wiggled and squirmed about in her arms as she squealed with delight. on that day, eating german chocolate cake (her favorite kind) and laughing about the old times, he took her hand and pressed his lips against her's. what was this? k-i-s-s-i-n-g? anarchy was not sure how to feel and she cried, and he wiped her tears away with that usual smug grin on his cheeky face. "naw, girl. you can't be cryin' over a small kiss like that!" but she was. she was so happy and she did not know how to process such foreign emotions that swam in her stomach and made goosebumps rise on her arms.
team plasma came when she was twenty, and they came with a vengeance. their message spoke to him, yet confused her. his parents disapproved and they argued and screamed, his father slamming him against a wall and roaring profanities into his face. but he joined plasma anyways, and his parents, in a fit of rage, disowned him as their son. anarchy was horrified by the whole thing, and worried and fretted over him as he packed his bags that same day. but in a quick, eager motion, her hugged her to his chest, shoved her away and ran out the door. in a split second - he was gone from her life. she had never felt so empty and hollow. just like the shell of her growing metapod.
she sunk back into her old ways. tense and nervous, his parents suddenly looking like distorted monsters for not understanding their only son. she decided to chase after him. she would join team plasma too if it had to come down to this. they'd be together like always. they'd be a team... no, more that a team. they'd be a couple. this thought made her face grow pink as her hair.
grabbing the little possessions she had, she snuck out in the dead of night. and she sobbed uncontrollably once more. it reminded her of the night she left the orphanage for good. it seemed like deja-vu, and everything was surreal.
when she joined as a simple grunt, she was determined to find him. it was the only reason she had joined in the first place and she made that perfectly clear to her comrades. so she was constantly being challenged to test her true grit as a pokemon trainer. she had her wins and her losses, but in the end, she was boosted up a few ranks. even through those times, she had not seem head nor tail of him. worry gnawed at her, but she did not show it. she put him in the back of her mind, as a small priority. the power made her think less. she liked the sound of being an elite. made her feel more important that she actually was.
slowly her life grew as dull as a old knife, but she guesses she wouldn't have it any other way.
HERSHEY BUTTERFREE ● FEMALE ● TINTED LENSES
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SHORTCAKE AUDINO ● MALE ● HEALER
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TAPV, petunia elkwood ● anarchy azalea
