[color=662d91][b][center][h1]Poison S.[/h1][/center][/b][/color]

[color=662d91][b][center][h2]Mesalon City -> Mesalon Gym[/h2][/center][/b][/color]

A woman walked through the streets. Actually she didn't just walk, she strutted. One hand was on her hip while her other was held up in an almost claw -like pose, her long lavender nails catching the sunlight just right to give them a particularly sharp appearance. He long purple ponytail swayed back and forth as she made her way to the gym, the brim of her hat bobbing up and down as her heels clicked across the street, each step made purposefully to accentuate all of her features like she was treating the street like a catwalk. 

She could feel people's eyes on her. Men wanted her. Women wanted her. Yet everybody hated her. The jealousy in the air felt palpable to her, but she didn't care. If having this much swagger was a curse than so be it. She didn't have much. She wasn't born with much. But what she had she flaunted, and she was ready to show the world just what she was capable of. Her target was in sight. The Mesalon gym and its leader inside.

The woman made her way down to the gym, humming loudly to herself but only receiving a handful of looks her way as she through open the gym door. 

[color=a187be]"LAN YOU CHEEKY BUG HOW DARE YOU STAND IN MY WAY TO GLORY."[/color]

It is obvious she was unaware the leader was already challenging another trainer.