[And here is a rather attractive blond thrusting a fistful of mint green cloth up as way of first introductions to the network. Hi folks! The cloth dangles from her clenched fist - it must be a dress because that's certainly a skirt swaying slightly in the breeze. A skirt edged in a whole lotta lace.]
I'd rather go naked than wear something this hideous.
[Seriously, look at the look on her face. It's a look reeking of "You've got to be kidding me" and a good portion of disgust. Then she simply tosses it over her shoulder. As it flutters away, one can see it's definitely a mint-green dress.
She reaches down offscreen in the next moment as casually as if she had never laid eyes on that horrendously offensive outfit and pulls a backpack into her lap. With her now free hand she starts fishing around inside of it.
The rubber gloves get pulled out, examined, and then another flat look is delivered to the video feed.]
Do I look like some kind of housewife?
[Tossed. She fishes a little more, expression slowly darkening as she comes across little more interesting - beyond the PokéBalls which earns them being drawn out and eyed critically as well.
Finally she snaps though. One PokéBall clenched in her fist, she finally grumbles out her next words. Behind her is of course those oh so familiar strains of New Bark Town.]
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What's the idea of giving me this?
[And here is a rather attractive blond thrusting a fistful of mint green cloth up as way of first introductions to the network. Hi folks! The cloth dangles from her clenched fist - it must be a dress because that's certainly a skirt swaying slightly in the breeze. A skirt edged in a whole lotta lace.]
I'd rather go naked than wear something this hideous.
[Seriously, look at the look on her face. It's a look reeking of "You've got to be kidding me" and a good portion of disgust. Then she simply tosses it over her shoulder. As it flutters away, one can see it's definitely a mint-green dress.
She reaches down offscreen in the next moment as casually as if she had never laid eyes on that horrendously offensive outfit and pulls a backpack into her lap. With her now free hand she starts fishing around inside of it.
The rubber gloves get pulled out, examined, and then another flat look is delivered to the video feed.]
Do I look like some kind of housewife?
[Tossed. She fishes a little more, expression slowly darkening as she comes across little more interesting - beyond the PokéBalls which earns them being drawn out and eyed critically as well.
Finally she snaps though. One PokéBall clenched in her fist, she finally grumbles out her next words. Behind her is of course those oh so familiar strains of New Bark Town.]
Someone shut off the music. Now.