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truffulatree ([personal profile] truffulatree) wrote in [community profile] smashacademy2011-11-14 02:08 am

❀1 [November 1st] Text

[It took Celebi two weeks to realize she had never done an introduction to the rest of the school after sweet dance parties. Whoops! Well, no big deal. She just went backwards a bit to rectify the situation. Yeah! So here we are with a text entry. November 1st. Right on time. Excellent.]

Oooo! I was always really curious about what it was like over here, and now I know! Or I'm going to know! This is very very exciting!! Hello! I'm a transfer from Square-Enix academy! It doesn't seem like a whole lot of us have come over here, huh? I wonder why! It seems like a fun place! That was a super neat party you guys had, and all the egg decorations are kind of exotic I guess??

What should I be looking forward to here? Anything special? I guess dress up parties aren't the norm but is there anything else? Do you have any warnings for me? Are we allowed to use the green house? I really hope so, cause it looks reaaaally nice in there. Nice and warm. Everything looks so snug~!

Oh, silly me! I almost forgot. You can call me Evliya :3

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, what? That's all you're makin' me go on?... Goddammit.

[Think, Vinnie, think. Johto Grass. That narrowed it down a bit already. But how was he supposed to tell if she was a really Impish Hoppip or a Quirky Chikorita or...

Ugh, he didn't even really remember what she looked like. Her mask covered her face and all. There were just these big... blue eyes...]

...

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
May... be...

[Oh no sinking suspicions. He had an idea but oh man oh god this wasn't possible. Don't be stupid, Vinnie. It was going to be a completely wrong hunch, just watch.

But what if it really was -- no okay you need to stop freaking out right now because you're just getting your hopes up for nothing.

...Oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god]

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[NOPE HE'S JUST GONNA STARE AT HIS SCREEN.

HIS BRAIN IS BROKEN NOW.

WHAT IS WORDS ANYMORE

HOW

BLUH

...]

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[oh look his fingers are typing on reflex

but no one is home in his brain]

BE... 13

choo chooo

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh... pizza.

Except it wasn't pizza, was it. Oh geez.

Very slowly. Very hesitantly. Vinnie stood up and. Reached. For the doorknob.

His body was moving by itself. Automatically. But his heart was racing, leaping out his throat at a thousand miles at hour oh god his face was red wasn't it was this actually happening he was actually meeting his...

No shut up don't be stupid. Be cool. Fuck.

The door opened.]

Re: chugga chugga

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh god she was looking at him and smiling. Vinnie you were gonna feel so stupid when she tells you that your guess was wrong. Face, please stop being red.

Here he goes, blurting out words.]

You're a Celebi?!
Edited 2011-11-19 02:24 (UTC)

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[OH, HIS MISTAKE. INSTEAD OF RUNNING INTO ONE OF POTENTIALLY MANY LEGENDARY FOREST SPIRITS, HE'S GONE AND RUN INTO. THE. LEGENDARY FOREST SPIRIT.

THAT SURE TAKES THE PRESSURE OFF.]

...O-oh.

[And then words failed him.]

months later, this

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Ngghohgod she touched him. His knees felt weak and his tummy was squirming. Vinnie had to bite back the reflex of blurting out NO and instead managed a wobbly, anxious voice that was rather unfitting of a big Venusaur.]

U-u-uh what w-why would you wanna do that...?

[Maybe he was just. Trying to block out the mess that was his room. Oh god this was embarrassing.]
Edited 2012-01-08 03:30 (UTC)

late o'clock

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Gnnnh...

[Goddammit it was super effective.. With his spirit so crushed, Vinnie could do nothing but stutter and stiffly comply. He awkwardly stepped aside with the grace of a wooden board, brain once again blanked out.

So smooth, Vinnie. So smooth.

Just don't judge him too much for the state of his room. The crumbs everywhere are Sonny's. Hi, tiny bonsais and giant monster tulips.]

babiesclock

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Vinnie's just leaning against the wall, looking as tiny as he possibly could as he watched Celebi fawn over his plants in abject silence. Even though he was standing completely still, he could feel his heart beating against his chest as though it were a caged beast.

He felt like a nervous child in front of her. And if he wasn't spoken to, then he was just going to stay quiet and redfaced until he was.

Still... there was a tiny part of him that fluttered with joy at the indirect compliment. And, to his shame, he couldn't shut it up when it yearned for more praise. What the hell was wrong with him right now? What was this?]
Edited 2012-01-08 07:17 (UTC)

celebi's babyclock is tickin

[identity profile] punchtheflowers.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He nearly jumped oh god. Approval. From Celebi.

WHAT WERE THESE FEELINGS.

He was relieved and joyful. Terrified. Warm and safe. About to break down. Comforted. Ashamed.

And very, very confused.]

...Uh. Thanks.

kay

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welp

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o_o

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ono

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oAo

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