Ninjaplushie

Powerless Priestess

You try your best to stay awake and rub your thrumming head. While most people celebrate holidays, you have no reason to. Every bit of the preparation for them is so intense and stressful, it leaves you tired after your work is done. You sit and wonder why such a workload always gets put on you on important holidays and not to the older and more skilled priestesses. Of course, its because all the important holidays are festive holidays, where men drink, parade about, and the only faces of women they want to see is a pretty young one. Its a shame things are that way. You truly admire and respect the older priestesses and their devotion to their god.
Your brain starts to tell your eyes that this is a good place to rest. Eventually, all thoughts melt into haziness as you get heavy lidded and yawn.

The Black Hole (Ninjie + Zherdee)

The third guest followed much later than the rest. After a few more customers came in and out and the sun was resting on the ground, another of the late night crew came in. The way he dressed and carried himself had made Mr.Balinsky guessed he was a college student. He wore a Mickey Mouse beanie with curling red hairs peaking out the edges, contrary to the dark brown, almost black ponytail resting on the top of his backpack. Balinsky assumed the red is his natural color, as it matched the red soul patch and the green eyes.
This guy was a lot more lively than the other two. He would order his coffee, sit down at the counter, and talk to Mr. Balinsky while drinking it. They would always start with talking about the day, the weather, and whatever party he planed on going to after he leaves the café. Afterwards, he pulls out his portable game system, but continues talking until closing hours. The most recent thing they got into habit of doing is looking at the news and commenting on the crimes and current events. From that, Mr.Balinsky learned that he was brighter than he lets on to be.
Finally, at about 25 minutes before closing hours, the last customer of the day arrives.

The Black Hole (Ninjie + Zherdee)

Mr. Balinsky's day was winding down as usual. All the nameless and rude customers were coming in less and leaving sooner, and the sky was starting to tint into warmer colors. He started to prepare for his first guest of the evening by letting a bowl of water with a tea bag settle into the cool air. She arrived exactly 30 minutes later, like every day for the past year and a half. Ordered her coffee, requested a bowl of herbal water, and took her seat in a booth in the back. She opened up her bag, pulled out her laptop of some expensive looking and unknown brand, and began typing away.

She was one of the first regular customers who started coming by in the later hours. The girl was beautiful, to say the least. Comparing her to those twiglike models would be an insult to her, but comparing her to girls who usually look like her would be an insult also. She had a unique look to her. A sandpaper blonde hair that must have been long, as she wore it like a crown in a spiral bun on the back of her hair. Two strands rest across her shoulders laced in beads and ended at her elbows. Her skin was fair aside from a few little moles on her ears and was only slightly lighter than her hair.
The only problem was a travesty out of her control. Her eyelids were puffy, irritated, and red from the first moment he saw her and still are. Her eyes were even worse. They were hazy and dull like a dead fish and almost all the color in her pupils were gone. Mr. Balinsky just assumed it was a chemical damage of some sort. A few days, she had come in wearing a lab or doctor's coat, so she must of had an accident in her early years. Either way, she seemed to have embraced it. She was usually wearing red neon thick rimmed glasses that drew attention directly to them. Even though she wasn't completely blind, she had a seeing eye dog that was just as elegant as she was. A black, white, and gold colored saluki that was mild mannered and, according to her, enjoyed the café 's herbal tea as much as she enjoyed the coffee.

After 15 minutes have passed, Mr.Balinky started to prepare for his next customer.

The Black Hole (Ninjie + Zherdee)

(I'll post character files in this OOC tab. As we learn more about each character, we can update it so we won't get lost in the information.)

The Black Hole (Ninjie + Zherdee)

He never thought in a million years that his little dream would be the nesting ground of absolute abomination. Actually he did, but not in this sense. By naming it the "Black Hole", he was hoping to cash in on the very profitable and easily manipulated investment "the new generation"; the wannabe hipsters and so-called "revolutionary thinkers" who believe gruesome and depressing is synonymous with art. He was successful, of course. Manipulated those poor lost souls were, but he forgot to account for how fickle and trendy they were. They would invest hundreds of dollars a week into whatever garbage he gave them to "appease their individuality and cater to their appreciation for the underrated" and then disappear. They would go off to find something new to waste money in, but these guys were different. They came every day faithfully, at the same times faithfully, and sat in the same places faithfully. They were not only different in that way, but in who they are. At first he thought they were your typical nutcases. Now he is sure that they were placed here, in this café on purpose, as different elements of a compound more powerful than any atomic compound the human race could ever create. Should anything change in their routine that leads to them bonding together, we could be talking about World War III-no, the immediate extinction of all life on earth as we know it.

Oh dear...

The Black Hole (Ninjie + Zherdee)

May this RP live long and be prosperous. *Blesses it with rose petals or sumthin.*

The Deph of the Ruins (Ninjie + MysticMonk2162)

Inside the ruins, Harper can hear another trainer approaching. Sebek gets hyped up and ready, but Harper pats him on the shoulder. "We aren't here for that, bud. There is more important things to focus on, like making sure this place has an exit away from the raging sandstorm." Harper peered through the sandstorm out into the clear sky and pondered. "Hey...you get the feeling this sandstorm isn't a work of miracles?" Sebek shrugged his shoulders. "I think a pokemon conjured it up and trapped us here. For it to be a pokemon that strong, it has to be dad." Harper's eyes brightened at the thought, but Sebek just rolled his. "C'mon, we gotta catch up to him! There is so much I wanna tell him about. So much he probably has to say..." Harper ran ahead in his daze, triggering several traps behind him. Sebek just followed after a little pale and hoping he can calm his trainer down.

Play pretend with me!

We have so much in common aside from our fandoms~ the most I can connect with you fandom wise is Avatar, and I can't tell you too much about it. I'm a little bit more explorative with romances, but I try to hold them off until the gray area between one major plot event being resolved and coming up with a new one. That being said, I'm not too romantic, but I can do everything else~

The Deph of the Ruins (Ninjie + MysticMonk2162)

As he approached closer to the ruins, he could see a terrible sandstorm enveloped the entire ruins. It did not look like it was naturally created. There could be a powerful pokemon inside!

The Deph of the Ruins (Ninjie + MysticMonk2162)

(Mystic,click the IC tab when you want to go into RP mode)