Post by Maya on Jun 3, 2014 21:36:08 GMT -6
"I'd say we're pretty d**m lost, Oro" Maya said, trying to look to the map in her hands, despite the wind trying to yank out of her hands. Her hoodie was flying back like parachute in the sky. The Froakie clinging to her shoulders was squinting but not at that map and made a confused noise in it's throat.
"And humid. And gross. And there is sand flying into my face. How can people live like this?" She questioned, but Dororo seemed to be loving it, perfectly content to lounge on her shoulder like a Chatot.
"Ok so we searched most of the city here, put out flyers, that got torn down, and still nothing." The ocean crashed and broke into foam on the beach loudly, the wind fueling the waves.
"I'm not even sure if we're supposed to be here. There is no one even here." She looked around, not a person there, granted it was rather late.
"Should we move on? Continue towards Enya and head North?" Maya asked looking at Dororo. He just made a content sound and looked at the beach longingly. She sighed.
"Fine. Go on then," she said, with a smile and plopping down on a piece of driftwood on the beach, pulling her hoodie up and holding it in order to shield her eyes from the wind and sand when the glasses couldn't shield her eyes. Froakie chirruped and bounded off her shoulder and into the surf. She smiled and went back to her map to cross off the city with a pen. Going North would be better... her aunt would be somewhere where it was cool, she hoped. She groaned, swore, and sighed. She was sick of not knowing where she was going or supposed to be doing. And people. Too many people. So many crowds.
"And humid. And gross. And there is sand flying into my face. How can people live like this?" She questioned, but Dororo seemed to be loving it, perfectly content to lounge on her shoulder like a Chatot.
"Ok so we searched most of the city here, put out flyers, that got torn down, and still nothing." The ocean crashed and broke into foam on the beach loudly, the wind fueling the waves.
"I'm not even sure if we're supposed to be here. There is no one even here." She looked around, not a person there, granted it was rather late.
"Should we move on? Continue towards Enya and head North?" Maya asked looking at Dororo. He just made a content sound and looked at the beach longingly. She sighed.
"Fine. Go on then," she said, with a smile and plopping down on a piece of driftwood on the beach, pulling her hoodie up and holding it in order to shield her eyes from the wind and sand when the glasses couldn't shield her eyes. Froakie chirruped and bounded off her shoulder and into the surf. She smiled and went back to her map to cross off the city with a pen. Going North would be better... her aunt would be somewhere where it was cool, she hoped. She groaned, swore, and sighed. She was sick of not knowing where she was going or supposed to be doing. And people. Too many people. So many crowds.
