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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room | Lulu & Elliot

More than a little surprised, Elliot was silent as a familiar figure crashed into his tense form. While readying for whomever to reveal themselves from the curtain, he hadn’t expected to meet the pinkette so soon, in this state of embarrassment.

“I’ll get those!”

Needless to say, it wasn’t over with. He should have predicted the blow beforehand, as he started to aid in picking up the pins, but alas he was too focused on the task to prevent their heads knocking against each other. The ringing within his skull wasn’t satisfying in the least.

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Night Watch / WE OPEN

“Hey, c’mon…don’t be difficult here. Just hand over your money before we have to hurt you…and we don’t want to do that! We’re nice guys, right boys?”

Grating laughter masked the murmured threats, reaching Violet’s ears as she strolled down the Lumiose alleyways in what she thought was the dead of night. However, she had been mistaken. The criminals in the seedy back alleys of the Kalosian crown jewel never slept, especially when an innocent civilian or tourist became trapped in their concrete web. Violet had always thought that everyone knew to stay out of dark alleys in any big city at night, but judging by the noise up ahead, some people still had much to learn about the Lumiose streets.

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Lacuna had not been so foolish to take the alleyway as a means of shortcut or fulfillment of idle curiosity. It was only after she’d heard a most distressed cry that, being the only one around to respond, she braved the dark and threw caution to the wind. No sooner did the streetlight disappear behind he was she surrounded by the likes of several degenerates brandishing a weapon.

“No, no! Leave me alone!” she shook in denial with the growing dread that she possessed nothing to offer them. There was nowhere to run. Tearing her wrist out of one of the men’s grasp, she crossed her arms over her body. It was only once her back hit the wall that she crumpled on the ground in defeat.

Her eyes brimming with tears, she only lifted her head when their goading warped into cries of pain. Lacuna sniffled; who was this woman and why had she spoken to these men with such familiarity? There wasn’t time to consider it thoroughly less she stick around for more. Taking Violet’s hand, Lacuna stood on unsteady feet.

“.. Who are you?”

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speak up; shut down // Lulu & Falkner

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The Dance Theatre was a special place for Falkner. As children he and Morty would often go to see all the pretty women and of course partake in the culture and art of their home region. (But when he thought about those times, all he could recall was being incredibly shy and mute whenever the girls were on stage performing.) It loomed in front of him today, he had come to visit Morty but his best friend was off on business (probably another trip to Hoenn) so with nothing better to do Falkner decided to come to the historical theatre.

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No sooner do they make contact do her eyes widen in recognition. Though she wasn’t much for the battling scene (in fact, the dancer couldn’t be less interested!), it was near impossible to visit Johto without at least having heard of its Gym Leaders.

They were celebrities, as far many were concerned, and the young man before her wasn’t any less one of them. Lacuna would have never taken Falkner of Violet City as a shy one. He was a Gym Leader—wasn’t dealing with trainers his job? She listens attentively as he explains himself.

“No, not just me. I’ll be dancing with my Flaaffy,” she explained, her heart beating a mile a minute. At this rate she wanted nothing more than to run and hide.

She pauses a moment to cough gently.

“Umm.. I hope your enjoy our performance. It’s an.. honor to have you here with us, truly.”

Come to think of it.. if they played their cards right, who knew what kind of awesome publicity would come from this!

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quick olivia sketch :) might color it later

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The days leading up to her very first performance in Ecruteak City were filled with mixed anticipation at best. Having practiced until every muscle in her body ached terribly, Lacuna was fairly confident in her ability to reenact her performance behind closed curtains.

But what about where it counted?

Waving to her friends to reassure them that she was, in fact, okay, Lulu was surprised to discover that a small crowd had already gathered around the platform. The presence of her Flaaffy gave her courage; with an urgent nudge from the aforementioned Pokémon the dancer resolved to stifle her fears and greet the nearest person. Of all the words she found so difficult to form, pleasantries were easiest of all; who could fault her for only being polite?

“G-good evening,”

“Are you here for the show?”

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The days leading up to her very first performance in Laverre City were filled with mixed anticipation at best. Having practiced until every muscle in her body ached terribly, Lacuna was fairly confident in her ability to reenact her performance behind closed curtains.

But what about where it counted?

Waving to her friends to reassure them that she was, in fact, okay, Lulu was surprised to discover that a small crowd had already gathered around the platform. The presence of her Flaaffy gave her courage; with an urgent nudge from the aforementioned Pokémon the dancer resolved to stifle her fears and greet the nearest person. Of all the words she found so difficult to form, pleasantries were easiest of all; who could fault her for only being polite?

“G-good evening,”

“Are you here for the show?”

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And I heard your voice

As clear as day

And you told me I should concentrate

It was all so strange

And so surreal

That a ghost should be so practical

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fιи∂єяѕ кєєρєяѕ || lulu & morty [ fright fest '14 ]

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'I think it's around here somewhere…' Like a whip, a sharp crack boomed from the heavens just seconds after the brightest of lights illuminated the gloomy sky. Howling winds joined in at random intervals, mimicking that of a chilling serenade amidst Nature's natural orchestra. His hair more windswept than usual, for the umpteenth time that evening, Morty questioned his idea of searching for his mother's wedding ring in the middle of a raging storm. At the time, it seemed like a really good idea. Then again, the decision was mostly swayed from emotion.

If there was one thing Morty hated more than anything, it was the sight of his mother’s despondent look. He had overheard of her woes of losing the small golden band his father had bought for her during their wedding. The blonde felt his heart crumbling when he saw the tears that ran down her cheeks from the small crack on the wall he peeked through. Overcome with the desire to make her feel happy again, he vowed to search for it. After he had gotten the location where she last remembered seeing it — the graveyard, where his grandmother laid in eternal rest — the teen had immediately left his house, even when they were signs of an approaching storm.

Now he was attempting to find a very small item within the grounds of the rather spacious cemetery in the middle of a heavy downpour. ‘I can only hope that the rain hadn’t washed away the ring yet.’ Soaked to his skin, Morty was carefully making his way back to his grandmother’s grave — it hadn’t been there the first time he checked but maybe he should take another look — when the loudest crack yet momentarily left him stunned. During that split second of standing still, the blonde had failed to notice the ominous crack of wood before a large shadow rapidly approached his defenseless form.

Morty felt something heavy smash against his back, sending ripples of pain through his entire body. The ground suddenly rushed up to him and then he knew no more.

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Attract people? Silly Morty, that was the point!

Her shrieking continues as fumbling, the dancer drops the precious ring onto the earth below. Feeling the brunt of terror well up in her eyes, she covers her mouth while taking cover behind a decrepit tomb. If she were perfectly silent, perhaps he would go away.. A flawed plan, to say in the least, as his pleading voice grew nearer by the second.

Listening hesitantly to the phantom's spiel, Lacuna crosses her arms over her chest in an honest effort to cease her shivering at once. What was he trying to accomplish by winning her trust? More importantly, what could he possibly want from the likes of her? Her soul? Did ghosts even eat souls? Wouldn't that be cannibalism..?

'Why me?'

Another moment passes before a single shiny eye peeks out from behind the cold stone. Well, he certainly wasn't going away any time soon. It doesn't occur to her that the ring was the cause behind their sudden predicament. Watching as an otherwise ordinary boy approached her, she curls up into a ball.

"Go away!" a sob wracks her tired body.

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нσω αвσυт иαн? || lulu & hazel

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Hazel donned his toque and crossed to the other side of the counter. He sharpened his knives and began to lay out his utencils, the girl looked at the menu with inqusitive eyes before facing him once more. “I would like to try something that is the most fun for you to cook.” A small paused as she added "But please no meat, if you could."

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♫ ;; Watching with eyes as wide as saucers as he prepares his cooking utensils, Lacuna withholds a sigh of relief as Hazel refrains further comment on her vegetarianism. Nothing could spoil her appetite faster than the sight of blood. As for his inquiry, bread and garlic were both things Lulu heartily enjoyed--if she wasn't already thrilled at the prospect of a free meal, she certainly was now! No sooner are the ingredients popped in the oven does a warm, delicious aroma fill the air.

"Ooh, it smells delicious!"

Leaning over his shoulder inquisitively (and perhaps a tad invasively), she freezes in place when he speaks up like a fawn in headlights. He'd be so quiet at work she'd hardly been expecting it!

"Uhm.. well.." She gives a big gulp. What was the right thing to say in this scenario? Conversing with her friends was so much easier because they all had so much in common!

"I.. like dancing..?"

Come to think of it, she'd forgotten to introduce herself. For shame!

"My name is Lacuna. Thank you.. for cooking for me."

Now seated at the table, his trivia only serves to bring her to appreciate the gesture further. Lacuna glances at her side to determine whether or not Hazel was waiting for her to take a taste. Sure enough, a pair of expectant eyes were on her. Feeling the heat rise in her face, she grasps the spoon in her dainty hand and brings it to her lips that soon curve into a delighted smile.

"It's fantastic! Thank you, uhm.." What was his name again?

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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room | Lulu & Elliot

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More than a little surprised, Elliot was silent as a familiar figure crashed into his tense form. While readying for whomever to reveal themselves from the curtain, he hadn’t expected to meet the pinkette so soon, in this state of embarrassment.

“I’ll get those!”

Needless to say, it wasn’t over with. He should have predicted the blow beforehand, as he started to aid in picking up the pins, but alas he was too focused on the task to prevent their heads knocking against each other. The ringing within his skull wasn’t satisfying in the least.

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When Lulu hears she’ll be having another visitor she must resist the urge to cower under the bed. After losing her memory a second time, she’d done nothing but disappoint those who said they loved her by failing to recall both faces and names. It was nigh impossible to stay optimistic about herself or her situation anymore, and thus she remain largely lethargic even after the doctor dismissed her.

As a pale young man enters her room with an armful of flowers, however, she manages a tiny smile.

“.. My favorite. Thank you.”