[center][h2][color=0072bc][b][u][color=0072bc]          [i]~Kiara Bastion~ [/i]       [/color][/u][/b]
[sup][sup][color=silver][i]Current Location: Slateport City-Hoenn  [/i][/color]
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[color=0072bc]“It’s night already? When did that happen?!?”[/color]

[color=0072bc]“Meow, meow!”[/color]

Kiara could have sworn they had more time than that because when she exited the restaurant with Meowstic, the sky had already begun to darken. Well then again, they had been held up in line for their food. Some purple-haired glutton was causing such a commotion with her constant orders that Kiara feared they would run out of things on the menu entirely! A few hours later and finally, finally herself and her team had been fed full to the brim.

[color=0072bc]“Hmpf! If I see that grape-haired jerk, I’m going to beat her so bad she’ll be crying Dive Balls,”[/color] the Trainer muttered to herself. If it was supposed to be a joke, Meowstic wasn’t laughing but then again, none of Kiara’s jokes were particularly funny to begin with. Besides, Meowstic was also annoyed, not only for the delayed meal but also because the purple-haired girl had annoyed her Trainer.

Hands in her pockets, Kiara was wondering if anything could salvage this wreck of a moment. Fortunately, someone was smiling down upon her from below because her boot crunched against a wet paper along the beach front. Raising an eye, she picked up the soggy thing, both her and Meowstic scanning the advertisement with curious eyes.

[color=0072bc]“Battle Boat? Best ten Trainers get free seats? Close to the shower? Well what are we waiting for?”[/color] she said with an excited grin, Meowstic nodding enthusiastically in encouragement. Tossing the thing into the trash can-let it not be known Kiara Bastion litters-she quickly spotted the gathering spot and ran towards the beach.

By the time she arrived though, the number of people had skyrocketed and she wondered if she’d be able to join at all. A few minutes later and a ticket with the number sixty-three was held in her palm. [color=0072bc]“Man, I’d be a lower number if it wasn’t for that grape head,”[/color] she said to Meowstic with irritation. Once again she owed it to that girl for her misfortune.
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