Post by Adolfina von Brauer on Jun 19, 2014 23:34:39 GMT
A multitude of phones created a symphony of rings. This monotone melody permeated the financial aid department of the academy. It was neither pleasant nor appealing, even for a girl deeply interested in the dissonant and chaotic through horror and the macabre. At best, they brought forth a dull headache. It was questionable, the blonde noted to herself, that these people managed to retain their sanity in such a facility. Perhaps they were not sane? Perhaps they were simply biding their time until they could bring forth a massacre of horrendous proportions? Whatever the case, they were there, and they were not performing rituals using the bodies of students. Yet.
Adolfina had only one reason to visit such a noisy and unpleasant place. Normally, she'd have zero reasons, but this school functioned on a fine set of rules. That was fine. A system needed regulations. After all, it was only through mastering those rules that one could climb to the top of the system and assert their dominance over the lesser peons. Reworded monologue aside, the girl had indeed come there for the sole sake of getting her money for that pay-period at school. She needed funds to do anything with her new Pokemon, and she had every intention to make those two, and the many others she would get her hands on, shine with the brilliance that befitted her team.
With a cross of her arms and a dull stare from gold-plated eyes, the small child stood in front of the front desk, only her head half-way popping past the border. Like a golden-eyed shark, she stared and waited for her “meal”. The receptionist only smiled.
Adolfina had only one reason to visit such a noisy and unpleasant place. Normally, she'd have zero reasons, but this school functioned on a fine set of rules. That was fine. A system needed regulations. After all, it was only through mastering those rules that one could climb to the top of the system and assert their dominance over the lesser peons. Reworded monologue aside, the girl had indeed come there for the sole sake of getting her money for that pay-period at school. She needed funds to do anything with her new Pokemon, and she had every intention to make those two, and the many others she would get her hands on, shine with the brilliance that befitted her team.
With a cross of her arms and a dull stare from gold-plated eyes, the small child stood in front of the front desk, only her head half-way popping past the border. Like a golden-eyed shark, she stared and waited for her “meal”. The receptionist only smiled.
