[centre][h3][b][u][color=coral] Gwen King: Outside Elm’s Lab :A Maiden’s Tears[/color][/u][/b][/h3]

[color=ec008c]"Y-you're a meanie pants and n-nothing but a bully!"[/color]

Gwen raised an eyebrow at that one. Not exactly the response she was expecting, but alright. What the hell was going on over here? She looked from the redhead who...fuck, was she crying? She was crying. Was it purple head? She didn’t get a chance to find out, as the girl up and bolted from where she was sitting. Gwen crossed her arms and narrowed her eye at the purple dude. Was he getting his kicks off making little girls cry? 

...Maybe this little girl needed to give [i]him[/i] a reason to cry. Yeah, he was a bit taller than her, but how tall would he be with her leg halfway up his ass?

…

Alright, so he’d be the same height. Justice still would have been dealt and she would have a comfy new legwarmer. Purple was even her color.

He turned to her and flashed a disgusting little smug smile that practically screamed 'Slap Me, Gwen! I am an Enemy of Womenkind!'. It made her sick. What, was he proud of what he just did? Did he think he was going to get away with it with her too? Not a fuckin’ chance, buddy.

[color=7ea7d8]“Yeah, I’m here for a pokemon today also.”[/color]

Oh great. Reward the asshat with a Pokemon. Bah.

[color=7ea7d8]“I can acutely presume you and Avery are here to procure Pokemon of your own today too…”[/color]

No, she just enjoyed asking random fuckin’ strangers questions about their day. OF COURSE SHE WAS THERE FOR A POKEMON. Gwen’s mouth tightened and she could feel her hand ball up tighter than it was. A part of her had to know she was just getting herself fired up, but that would mean accepting that she might be overreacting. That ain’t happening.


[color=7ea7d8]“...hey, nice Own Tempo tanktop by the way. Didn’t know you were a fan of them too.”[/color]

Huh?

Gwen’s mouth softened, and she dropped her arms, her hands no longer balls of pain and facewrecking. Did he...this dude was a fan of Own Tempo? They were probably one of her top five bands, easily. They were pretty big, but...well, she didn’t know of many other people in the town that had ever heard of them.

...surely a fan of Own Tempo couldn’t be a total jackass? He at least deserved the benefit of the doubt.

[color=7ea7d8]“Before I deviate much, I never got to know your name, despite the fact that we’ve probably lived in this same town together for quite some time. My name is Yuu Nozomu. Yours Miss?”[/color]

Gwen blinked. [color=coral]“Uh, yeah, call me Gwen,”[/color] she began hesitantly. She stiffened and shifted her weight over to her good leg before starting again. [color=coral]“What...what was that all about?”[/color] She raised an eyebrow and pointed back in the direction that the redhead had ran. She had her doubts about this Yuu guy, but before she smashed his face in, she should probably get his side of the story.

Excuses now, punches later.[/centre]