Post by MIZUNO AKEMI on Mar 13, 2017 22:41:38 GMT -5
| Orange bleed from the sky, through the windows of the hallways and classrooms of Pokémon University. Orange was the color that lighted her rose eyes as they frantically searched. She didn't know what to do. She had looked around her room previously, about five times. She had cruised around the hallways about six times. And she was sure that this was her seventh time in this classroom quickly pacing up and down each individual row in the ocean of desks. She had looked for it restlessly since she had found it missing from her locker and dorm. She had looked over each desk, the teacher's desk, the floor, and even the trash cans! Where, where could it be? The little pink sheet of cloth? With the beginning of pale purple seams that Akemi had started to sew onto it? She had started the small project in response to her mother's business. Some customers were common and for that, the Milotic was thankful. She had noticed, before entering the academy, how restless her mother seem to get with each year -- being a housewife, Akemi figured, could only entertain so much -- but her mother always liked craft projects like flower arrangement or sewing. With support a year before she had entered the university, the head female of the Mizuno Family had started off a seamstress business. It was small, but it was enough money when paired with her father's job as a doctor. Though her dad and herself had always reassured her mom that as long as it made her happy it didn't matter how much money it made. It was nice to see her mom a bit more talkative and lively. Akemi herself had started to become more involved in the business when she had time aside from studies -- just to help lessen the workload. While the business wasn't beaming with projects left to right, there were some that were big like mending wedding dresses or helping to fix important or favorite outfits of Fernchester's residents. With a few being so common in helping her mom's business, Akemi figured it'd be a good present to make something. She wasn't sure what, but something small would suffice like a hand-embroidered handkerchief and a small note attached. If it was by the hand, it would count as something meaningful right? She'd know once she'd give it to the people... if she ever found it. For the life and all good that her spirit stood for, Akemi would label herself the opposite because who -- in their right mind, making anything supposedly meaningful for anybody -- would lose their gift? Without any realization a few moments afterwards? The Milotic-spirited girl was floored and frustrated with herself. She knew she was fumbling with it earlier today, throughout the day whenever she could -- lunch was probably the last time she was messing with it -- but she wasn't sure where it was. How could she do something so stupid? Ugh. "Here? No... Here? No... I hate this," she muttered bitterly, her rose orbs looked at the ground in defeat and her teeth itching to nip at the flesh of her lip in annoyance as she stood up from her hunched over posture. She could feel the apples of her cheeks heat up in shame and embarrassment. She could only hope nobody had thrown it away or read the little note. It could be a bit embarrassing if out of context... like a confession of sorts. Though the only thing she wrote was how happy and grateful she was towards the (technically customer) person. But still, who knows how'd somebody reading it would think of it as. The girl wanted to stomp her foot, cross her arms, pout, and have it magically appear like that! But that wasn't reality. But she did do it anyways (minus the magically appearing handkerchief and note). "I guess I'll just have to restart things again..." How troublesome. open ◆ i tried |
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