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Feb 13 2018, 02:25 AM
THE DAY BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD

A tall, red-headed, wild-haired woman burst through the door to the inn and stomped her way to the bar area with a passionate fire in her sky blue eyes. Her left arm hung limp at her side, dripping with blood from the torn, slash marks there. She slammed a handful of Pokedollars onto the bar.

"Strongest stuff you got, and skip the ice!"

The bartender took one look at her and sweated, nervous about the strange, loud woman, and hurried to complete her request. The woman sat on one barstool and propped her feet on another. She pulled a roll of gauze from one of the many pockets of her brown bomber jacket. She unwound some of the gauze and tore through the end of it with her teeth and set about haphazardly wrapping her bleeding wounds as she waited for her drink. Some of the inn's patrons watched her; some curious, some concerned.

The bartender returned with her drink. Someone asked her, from a distance, if she was all right. She turned, grinning like a Purrloin in the cream and an unhinged glint in her eyes.

"Am I all right?" She got up and took her drink with her, striding to the unlucky brunette who had spoke only out of concern. "Oh, oh- That's a question! WHAT a question! Am I ALL RIGHT!"

The brunette sat back in her chair, eyes wide, seeming to try and keep her distance without actually moving. The red-headed woman knocked back half of her drink without a single grimace like it hadn't burned at all when it well should have.

"Lemme tell you something about how all right I am. I've spent the last THREE months in the desert searching for a mythical tower!" That would explain the grit on her tan skin, and the sand in her red hair.

"They say it's just a mirage. OH THEY SAY IT IS BUT I KNOW BETTER! Rumor has it that it'll collapse only to rebuild itself again, but what they don't say is HOW it does this or WHY it does this... and I MIGHT HAVE JUST SOLVED THE MYSTERY. Who knows? BUT BEHOLD."

She pulled an ancient sandstone tablet from her somewhere within her bomber jacket. The writing etched on it was faded and hard to make out. "Physical PROOF. Evidence! Not to mention, a fortune in the making from whatever egghead shells out the cash for this priceless piece of archaeology."

The red-headed woman narrowed her eyes. "But it wasn't easy. Anything worth getting is hard to get- this?" She gestured to her arm. "Angry Sandslash. Probably a mother. Fierce. Protective. Mean. Couldn't get to my Pokemon in time. Couldn't get out of the way in time. And then, there was the crumbling tower itself. A whole brick of sandstone just about knocked my head clean off! So, let me ask you something, lady. Am I all right?"

"N-no?"

"HAHAHA! That's right. I'm BETTER than all right!" The red-headed woman threw her arms up in the air. "Legendary Pokemon ABOVE; WHAT A RUSH! Woo! I'm ALIVE!"

She knocked back the rest of her drink, again without grimacing and slammed it on the table. Then, she stomped over to the innkeeper (much to the relief of the brunette). "Get me the room closest to the stairs. I'm going to be in town for a few days. Gotta stock up on supplies while I'm here and make a few calls."

She kept on stomping, stomped right on out the door. Little did she know that she would not be returning.

START OF THE END OF THE WORLD

The red-headed woman paced the streets; the phone up to her ear.

"Yeah, okay, I GET that, but I'm not gonna up and make the journey ALL that way just for you to "verify" its "authenticity" before you can name me a price. Tell me its worth it, and I'll be at your doorstep happy to hand it over before you can even-"

A strange chill went down her spine, sudden, without warning. There was an odd silence on the other end of the line as if the person she had been speaking to had felt it, too. Then, there was static, then nothing. She stared out on the horizon seeing clouds thicker and darker than she had ever seen them, and flashes of bright blue and white lightning. And then, the earth shook.

She didn't know what she was doing before she was doing it. Running. Her legs were jelly and unsteady on the shaking earth, but she moved. A fissure, a wide, gaping, shaking chasm opened up behind her, and she stopped looking back.

A MONTH LATER...

The rain poured down like gunfire, stabbing at the red-headed woman's skin as the muscles in her arms pulled taut along with the rope. Her tiny sailboat rocked violently in the waves and the loud roaring wind and fierce rain meant she heard nothing else. She fought with the sails and the steering like a madwoman, desperate to keep the little boat afloat.

At the end of it all, she would end up laid face-down on a beach, the sun shining on her back, coming to a hazy, bleary kind of consciousness. She did not have time to ponder her situation for very long. She could see a thin layer of snow on the beach. Snow where it shouldn't be. In a season where it shouldn't be. She got up, exhausted, in pain, and her mind in a daze, but she would prepare. Winter was coming whether she was ready or not, and she planned to be ready.

???

The red-headed woman laid on her back, her sky blue eyes dilated, wide, and terrified and her chest heaving with rapid breaths. She didn't know what had happened, what she did, where she had been. Hallucinating? Was she hallucinating? Her head hurt, throbbed in pain.

She was a little girl playing near the creek until she slip and fell. She screamed for help. Once. Twice. The water pulled her under; and though, she fought it, she could not win. Her lungs burned with the need to breathe. She tried to reach for the light that she could just see. She just wanted to breathe again. She needed to breathe. And she opened her mouth, and all was darkness.

She was a young adult on her first assignment. The rickety old bridge across the canyon did not look safe, did not look as if it had been maintained in quite sometime. She didn't let it stop her. Not today. Not ever. She set foot on the bridge, careful, a light step. She did not linger. More light steps. She got midway when she heard a creek. She did not linger. Kept going. There was another creek, and a snap, and nothing felt solid anymore. There was a rush of air around her, and nothing to hold onto. She fell and fell, and at some point, she lost consciousness and never came back.

Onward and onward, these events, these dreams? They kept happening. Rapid. One after another. Yet at the same time? Something felt wet near her lip. Her hand reached up and felt it. She pulled her hand away, uncomprehending. Unable to comprehend anything. The events kept going. There was blood there on her hand, having trickled down from her nose, and she didn't even realize it. She was looking right at it, but she couldn't see it. All she could see were the events. Her body began to tremble.

And then, there was a crash. At least, it felt like a crash. She let in a desperate inhale for breath and sat straight up, pushing her hands through her wild, red hair. What was that? What happened?

The ground was gone. She looked down. The ground was several inches below her feet, and the ground and her were becoming spread even further apart. She reached out to grab something. Anything.

She didn't scream for help because she was alone. There was no one around. She was out in the middle of the wilderness, and if she couldn't grab something-

She couldn't grab something. She continued to float away. Higher, higher. She could see the stars twinkling above her, and it felt as if they were getting closer. She felt a sense of calm wash over her upon looking at the stars. She thought she might be okay. It didn't matter if she floated away. If this was how she died... if this was how she REALLY died...

That was fine. She reached out again because she wondered if maybe she'd be able to touch them. A handful of stars.
Feb 11 2018, 02:37 AM
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<div class="simpappname">MIMI THE LOST</div>

<div class="simpappinfo">32 - FEMALE - PANSEXUAL</div>

<div class="simpappdesc">Appearance</div>
<p>Mimi is a tall (taller than average), fit (lean not bulky) woman with a light tan, natural auburn hair, and sky blue eyes. She typically stands in a way that denotes self-assurance and readiness; she does not slouch, even in her lower moments. Her typical expression these days is usually one of mild confusion and great curiosity, but she's also prone to cracking gentle, fun-loving grins. Her hair is cut short, styled haphazard but kept practical in a way that suggests she doesn't put much stock in her own appearance beyond how it can serve her ease of movement and ability to see.</p>

<p>Mimi came through from the suffering universe wearing clothes that already looked weathered and worn. Underneath a brown bomber-style jacket (with a ridiculous amount of pockets), she wears a button-down light gray cotton field shirt and khaki pants with thick, leather brown shoes. In one of the pockets, she has a pair of cloth gloves; though, she seldom wears these.</p>

<p>Mimi's Playby: Kanna Kirishima from Sakura Wars - Image Found at Onipic.com</p>


<div class="simpappdesc">Personality</div>

<p> CONFIDENT </p>

<p>In general, Mimi's outlook on life is a positive, optimistic one. She believes strongly that everything will work out all right in the end, and she generally adapts her mindset to have the events (especially positive events) in her life inform this outlook. This outer view also helps shape her internal view of self. Because she believes in positive outcomes as not only eventual but inevitable, she gains a sense of confidence about the world around her and her own ability in making those positive outcomes happen. Her self-assurance is not one that comes from overblown ego, but strength of character, will, and belief. </p>

<p>As a result of this confidence, Mimi is willing and able to stand up for herself, to assert her ground, and to undertake new, difficult, and/or risky tasks generally without acting in a manner that beats others down and boasts of superiority. </p>

<p>ADVENTUROUS</p>

<p> Mimi has a kind of "I'll try anything at least once" personality. She has a consistent, powerful longing for new experiences and an excess of energy to expend to get what she wants. There's always places to see, people to meet, and things to do. As a result, Mimi is often bored by the mundane and the routine and will grow restless and irritable if cooped up for long periods of time. She is easily taken in by stories with lots of adventure, action, and romanticism and can get caught up in telling such stories herself (if she has them). If she is truly, despairingly bored, she may go as far as accept just about any dare given to her to alleviate the boredom. </p>

<p>PRACTICAL</p>

<p> Mimi does not believe in indulging in excesses regarding her appearance or what she carries on her person. She has a "waste not, want not" mentality and will on occasion show disdain for things that are overly showy, flashy, or unnecessarily cumbersome. This practical mindset extends to her morality as well. Although Mimi is a good-natured person at heart and will lend her help to people or Pokemon in need, she is also very much a survivalist. If surviving means needing to lie, cheat, or steal, she will do those things, having already rationalized them. </p>

<p>IMPATIENT</p>

<p>Life is short, and Mimi knows this. If she is not doing what she wants to do at that very second, she will conspire to change and force things, so that she is doing precisely what it is she wants to do. This can show itself in her interactions with others (interrupting them willy-nilly to "get to the point," storming off during an argument because she doesn't have TIME for that, and not always paying careful attention when important information is being relayed).</p>

<p>MEDDLESOME</p>

<p>Because Mimi is adventurous and because she is a good-natured person, she often ends up sticking her nose in places where it doesn't belong. In her desire to be helpful and a part of the action, she can end up coming across as an unwanted meddler who really should've minded her own business. Often times, she will jump in before she even knows all the details, sometimes resulting in disastrous effect (such as helping the "bad people" in the situation). </p>

<p>Her meddling can be seen in every day social encounters as well. If she believes two people who aren't friends should be friends, she will try to make their friendship happen. If she hears gossip, she will make sure the person being gossiped about hears about it. She is a person who cannot leave well enough alone. </p>

<p>POSSESSIVE</p>

<p>When given the chance, Mimi goes all-in with being prepared for whatever might be thrown at her. She is naturally prone to collecting (useful things, of course) and hoarding in a way that borders heavily on greed. She does not like people touching her things, asking to borrow her things, or going out of her way to share. She can at times be covetous desiring the useful things, people, or Pokemon that other people have.</p>

<p>Her possessiveness does extend to the people and Pokemon she knows as well. If in a romantic relationship, she will be prone to fits of jealousy. Outside of romantic relationships, her possessiveness tends to manifest as being fiercely protective of her friends and Pokemon and overly involved (hovering) in their lives and affairs. It is not quite at the level of being toxic (although, she may be a bit suspicious and wary of strangers interacting with her friends or Pokemon; she will not forbid them from seeing said strangers or lash out); it could still be considered unhealthy behavior.</p>


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<p>In those last few minutes, as she floated up and away, floated so high she felt she might be able to reach out and grab a handful of stars, her life flashed in front of her eyes. The images blurred together, unclear and fading fast. Moving. Always moving.</p>

<p>Yes, as a young girl, she moved around a lot. Family business. Never in one place for long, never knowing anyone for very long. There was distance. Always distance. Parental figures, a mother and father, too busy and impersonal. People that were no more than shadows and passing interest. She was alone. </p>

<p>Outdoors. She spent a lot of time outdoors. Dirty-faced, torn clothes, bandaged knees. The sun's warmth, a constant companion. She remembered school. She remembered hating it. Jobs. Working. She did a lot of work. Different work. Phases. A dumb outfit or two. </p>

<p>There was a time she had been stuck. Stilted. In limbo. Worst days of her life. And then, an opportunity. A whole new world of possibilities: abandoned structures, exotic locales, deep-sea diving. Best days of her life. Always moving. Never stopping. Alone, alone, alone, but it was fine.</p>

<p>Then, the world began to crumble around her. Survival, and even here she thrived. Until she didn't. Backwards and forwards through time. All the times, all at once... She remembered dying. Fell through a rickety old bridge. Drowned at the creek near a childhood home. Shot by a bandit. Activated an ancient trap. Became deathly ill. It had happened all at once, all at the same time even as she continued to live - surviving or thriving - sometimes young, sometimes old. Split so many different ways.</p>

<p>Convergence. Dizzying oneness. Maybe she had never really died. Maybe it had all been in her head. Perhaps it had all been a dream. She was floating and grabbing, and she stopped grabbing because there was no need to anymore. She was drifting away, weightless, fading like her fragmented memories. Going. Going. Gone.</p>

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