Imogen Moreno (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
for_realsies) wrote2012-12-23 02:46 pm
for_realsies) wrote2012-12-23 02:46 pm
Seventh Quirk - Video + Action (Violet City Pokemon Center)
*The video opens with a rather pathetic looking Imogen. Her time in the snow has had her a bit in the blues. She kinda freaked out and did that near death thing and she doesn't want to do that again. Does that make her a coward. Making her seem sadder, her hair is in one single, boring ponytail instead of one of her usual buns or balls or twintailed monstrosities. She's absentmindedly petting Whiskey, her Rattata all the while.*
So I hope everyone's homes are still standing after all that almost but not quite end of the world bad. I hope I was the only one out there in trouble.
Um... if anyone's house does need work. I can draw up designs for any construction team you hire. You can name a fair price for me to work for. I don't have a proper construction team, so all I can do is design.
And I'm pretty sure if I tried to leave the city angry ponies would jump me and drag me back here cause I'm not exactly in perfect shape.
...That's all.
*She forces out one beaming bright smile. And the video feed cuts.*
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*And Imogen promptly falls over on her side with a understated sign. The weather grew too harsh for her while on the road. She made the best time she could but in the process overworked herself and Wildfyre. All to run toward what? Three ponies and their holiday together. So she wouldn't be alone? Even with them she'd be alone. No Dad, no Natalie, no Fiona, no Eli, no Bianca, no Band, nobody that was hers. She was a pity date of the most pitiful of dates.*
*The usual happy endless energy that was an Imogen with a destination, a desire, a place to go wasn't here. Even when her goals were empty and superficial, she hit them with the energy of a freight train powered by laughter and kittens on hamster wheels. This close to Christmas, nobody around for the moment. She doesn't have the energy to pretend right now. She could draw out some, just a little, to deal with the network. But while it was just her, Whiskey, and Omen curled up protectively at her feet? Her tanks were too drained to lie to herself, just everyone else.*
So I hope everyone's homes are still standing after all that almost but not quite end of the world bad. I hope I was the only one out there in trouble.
Um... if anyone's house does need work. I can draw up designs for any construction team you hire. You can name a fair price for me to work for. I don't have a proper construction team, so all I can do is design.
And I'm pretty sure if I tried to leave the city angry ponies would jump me and drag me back here cause I'm not exactly in perfect shape.
...That's all.
*She forces out one beaming bright smile. And the video feed cuts.*
*And Imogen promptly falls over on her side with a understated sign. The weather grew too harsh for her while on the road. She made the best time she could but in the process overworked herself and Wildfyre. All to run toward what? Three ponies and their holiday together. So she wouldn't be alone? Even with them she'd be alone. No Dad, no Natalie, no Fiona, no Eli, no Bianca, no Band, nobody that was hers. She was a pity date of the most pitiful of dates.*
*The usual happy endless energy that was an Imogen with a destination, a desire, a place to go wasn't here. Even when her goals were empty and superficial, she hit them with the energy of a freight train powered by laughter and kittens on hamster wheels. This close to Christmas, nobody around for the moment. She doesn't have the energy to pretend right now. She could draw out some, just a little, to deal with the network. But while it was just her, Whiskey, and Omen curled up protectively at her feet? Her tanks were too drained to lie to herself, just everyone else.*
(Action)
*Best not to think about that, wound is too recent. Imogen takes a breath and blinks away her feelings.*
Anyway, I want to go outside but the whole freeze to death thing Twilight Sparkle rescued me from means I probably should stay indoors. No book, no elf costume, no dad...
*No Volta...*
No fun at all...
(Action)
(Rainbow gave her a one-armed hug, squeezing lightly while grinning.)
Besides, going outside now might not be too wise. Waiting a while would be best.
(Action)
Fun inside? Like what?
*She was again at the thought of Rainbow Dash is a pony, and while the concept of technicolor magic pony creatures was okay the active application left her confused.*
And I wouldn't go far. Just... I dunno, feel the cold air on my nose when I'm not camping and blizzarded and golemed.
(Action)
(Rainbow pulled back after a minute or two, eyeing Imogen with a look of disbelief. She wouldn't be hiding the entire truth, would she? The pony might be just an athlete, but even she could tell when anypony hid stuff.)
Like right at the front door of the Center? Or trying to get some alone time when you had more than enough of that already?
(Action)
*Stop staring, it is making Imogen keenly aware she's not really done much with her hair or outfit, staring is for when she looks fabulous. Or at the very least weird.*
I love winter and snow. ...Within reason, freezing to almost death once is enough for the season. I just wanna look at the city while it's all snow covered and such, while I'm aware and all.
(Action)
(Rainbow's expression turns sad after a little bit while glancing away. Did Imogen really not trust her enough to admit what was going on?)
Any reason why you can't wait to see it with us?
(Action)
*Full names. One of those weird idiosyncratic habits of Imogen. When she was walling others away. One she picked up when others called her a freak, long ago when she was young and naive. It showed that she was acting more somber and sane than her usual energy.*
You, and your friends, have been really nice to me. But... really letting new people in is hard for me. Just stop trying so hard, okay? You'll get there, but I need time. Especially while I'm homesick.