Intentional or not--
Who: restardom and futariniousama
Where: Violet City
When: Backdated to Thursday, July 7
Summary: It's never too late for birthday presents!
Rating: PG... something.
Log:
[ it's been a day, which is more than Rise usually requires to adjust to a role, but she can't help noticing little slip-ups, falters, hesitations that shouldn't be there. It's perturbing, despite knowing the reason behind it, but she's doing better today, taking the day's pacing at an enthusiastic run. She can accept; it's just easier for her to layer it underneath countless distractions.
But there's always the question yanking at her thoughts when she's parroting an order back at a customer, when she's wiping tables, when she's spritzing her starter with a spray bottle, even when she's dissuading a wild Mareep from going for a pigtail.
"Does it hurt more to be forgotten, or to forget, but know you've lost something?"
Honestly, Rise doesn't like dwelling on it. It's another warm day and she's perched on a bench in as much shade as she can find, not looking particularly weary, just thoughtful... Only about as long as it takes for her to sigh irritably, stretch her legs out with toes pointed up, and drop her head back at the same time that she raises her arms above her head.
She may also be grumbling about humidity and curly hair, so clearly it isn't soul-rending. ]
Where: Violet City
When: Backdated to Thursday, July 7
Summary: It's never too late for birthday presents!
Rating: PG... something.
Log:
[ it's been a day, which is more than Rise usually requires to adjust to a role, but she can't help noticing little slip-ups, falters, hesitations that shouldn't be there. It's perturbing, despite knowing the reason behind it, but she's doing better today, taking the day's pacing at an enthusiastic run. She can accept; it's just easier for her to layer it underneath countless distractions.
But there's always the question yanking at her thoughts when she's parroting an order back at a customer, when she's wiping tables, when she's spritzing her starter with a spray bottle, even when she's dissuading a wild Mareep from going for a pigtail.
"Does it hurt more to be forgotten, or to forget, but know you've lost something?"
Honestly, Rise doesn't like dwelling on it. It's another warm day and she's perched on a bench in as much shade as she can find, not looking particularly weary, just thoughtful... Only about as long as it takes for her to sigh irritably, stretch her legs out with toes pointed up, and drop her head back at the same time that she raises her arms above her head.
She may also be grumbling about humidity and curly hair, so clearly it isn't soul-rending. ]