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Stab 2 Round 1 - VS Rika BRRRRRRRRRRR
The blaring horn of the ship woke Rylee from his slumber. However, he didn’t grumble and attempt to return to sleep like he normally would. Instead, he quickly jumped out of bed and got dressed, unable to contain his excitement. Today was different. Today, he would arrive at Holon, the location of his very first tournament.
He looked out of the porthole window in his room. There was a small speck of land in the distance, surrounded by the vast ocean and cloudless sky. The sight of the island filled Rylee with even more enthusiasm, and he raced to get all of his belongings together. There was still time before the ship would reach Holon, but he simply couldn’t wait any longer.
Right as he was about to leave the room and head up to the deck, he heard a loud thumping noise coming from the window. Rylee turned around to see a Pelipper attempting to fly into the porthole, despite it being closed. At first, he just stared in c
STAB 2 Audition - Rylee's GetawayIt was a quiet morning in Hearthome City. At least, it was quiet, until a certain breeder decided to wake up her son.
"Rylee! Ryyleee! Ryyyyleeee~!" Alice Beaumont skipped through the house, calling her child's name. Her naturally loud voice was amplified even more than usual when the Chatots outside started imitating her. Soon, it was a chaotic cacophony of 'Rylee's. This chorus of cries was more effective than any alarm, not only waking up her son, but everyone in the neighborhood.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Alice shouted cheerfully as she kicked open the door. The boy was still in bed, covering his head with a pillow, trying to drown out the Chatots screeching his name. Seeing this, she ripped the pillow out of his hands and dragged him out of bed, still smiling the whole time. Rylee groaned. His mother was too intense to deal with at this time of day.
While this was happening, Charles was peacefully making pancakes in the kitchen. He was used to all of the ruckus. It was simply
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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