la recherche de la vérité

the pursuit of truth

[runningrival-blog]

snWOWed in (ahaha)

[runningrival-blog]

It’s not like Barry is some sheltered kid who doesn’t know a fire stone from an ever stone— he’s seen plenty in his life! In fact, the blond would probably argue that he’s experienced more in his life than most grown up have. Then again, he’s always had an awful habit of making himself out to be bigger than he is in reality.

However, regardless of the integrity of his claims or how much he’s seen, Barry is definitely not an expert when it comes to herbal cures. And why would he? He’s never had reason to medicate (well, except for that one thing, but he’d rather not cover the subject).

“Huh? Stick my feet in?!” Barry seems genuinely outraged by the idea— he hadn’t even been sure which word to put emphasis on because of how preposterous the whole notion is to him— “W—” He takes a step back from her as she bends down.

“What? Why?”

The queries are infinite in his mind, but all that really comes out are more “what”s and “why”s because— why? What? How could he possibly benefit from this at all? Aside from it being a good, if not unorthodox way to pass the time when snowed in with an absolute stranger— He supposes that’s a fairly good benefit, though, at this point. After all, it’s not like the blond has anything better to do besides stick his feet in hot leaf water and honey.

Her joke flies right over Barry’s fluffy and blond head; well, if that was supposed to be a joke, that is. Yeah, hopefully she wouldn’t go and do that— that would be a lot of money in repairs, and neither of them even live here! He just stares at her blankly for a second or two, then to the side, expression awkward and confused before he takes a step back, lifting either of his feet up and wriggling his toes.

After what seems like a less-than-internal struggle, Barry relents and sighs out an, “Okay, whatever.” Standing up straight, he cracks his back and puts Bianca beneath his scrutinizing eye. “Anyway, I’m Barry; you never told me your name! Where are you from?”

A pause. He squints his eyes at her, eyelashes prickling together. She doesn’t really look like someone who should be out traveling on her own.“What’re you doing here?” And, while he’s at it, the blond supposes he’ll save her the trouble of asking. “I’m not from Hoenn! I’m here to, uh, do the badge challenge— and a ton of other stuff on the side, too!”

[orangebells-blog]

Maybe Barry's parents never taught him the wonders of home remedies! Bianca is really excited, too excited, to show him because, she thinks, it could be especially useful if he's a frequent victim of smelly feet... Which could be likely! Teenage boys are always prone to that stuff.

Bianca hops up from her spot on the floor, unable to keep herself from giggling at this boy's fast, urgent way of speaking. Is this what she sounds like?

"Yeah-!" she gets in, laughing loudly as the blond continues on, seemingly befuddled by this entire idea. "The herbal tea and hot water helps open your pores and lets out all the bad smellin' stuff, y'know! The lemon just makes your feet smell all the better!"

As Bianca pours the boiled water into the bowl and begins to unwrap bags of tea, dropping them into the bowl, she finds herself a little overwhelmed by all of the questions coming from her new companion's mouth -- the companion now known as Barry!

She smiles a friendly smile over her shoulder.

"It's real nice to meetcha, Barry! I'm Bianca, from Unova!" she answers, quickly maneuvering to retrieve and slice up some a few lemons; which she would replace, of course, along with the tea. 

Bianca squeezes and drops the lemon wedges into the bowl, leaving one out to pop into her mouth and suck on. 

"I'm here on research! I'm Professor Juniper's assistant back in Nuvema Town," she continues, lifting the bowl and bringing it into the living room. "If you're not from Hoenn, then, Barry, where do ya hail from?"

She sets the bowl down in front of a chair and sticks her arms out in a presenting fashion.

"Now, take a seat and stick them piggies on in!"

[orangebells-blog]

{ It's Christmas Time in the City~! } Bianca / Caitlin

[pinksophistication]

 ”There is this cafe I’ve been awfully interested in for a while. The food court isn’t that far from here…” the pink lover said, mindlessly putting a finger to her lip as she drifted off. But it didn’t long for Caitlin to make up her mind, adjust her shopping bags, and lead the other blonde to their destination. 

Caitlin had underestimated how long it would take to reach the quaint cafe. It was practically a stone’s throw away from their original spot. Cheeks slightly tinged pink, the smell of coffee and baked goods wafted in the air surrounding the counter, without the odor of fried goods to permeate the sweet fragrance. The smell intensified as she drew nearer, and she loved it. How cozy and comforting it smelled! Made her want to curl up, read a good book, and take a nap. This was no time for naps however; it was lunch time. 

Pleased that the food court was not as busy as it usually was, she pointed out an empty seat for the two of them to sit. Turning around, she waited in line. Oh how delicious the food looked, even past the glass. Does the line have to be so long? she mentally whined. Whining would be rude, and it certainly wouldn’t have been a polite thing to do in front of company. Truthfully, there were only three or four people ahead of the duo….

Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, she was facing the dreary and bored-looking vendor. Pleased, Cailtin rose up on her tip-toes, leaned against the granite counter, and began to order. “Hello. I’d like to order one croissant, a raspberry scone, a cup of chamomile tea,…” Boy, this was going to be long.

[orangebells-blog]

Bianca found that she didn't have much time to respond to Caitlin, as the small elite girl had already, swiftly, taken off toward the cafe she spoke of. It wasn't as if she was going to disagree or anything; a croissant sounded really good -- so long as it was hot and buttery! She licked her lips at the thought and hurriedly followed along, being extra careful not to bump into anyone else.

Once they reached Caitlin's choice of destination, Bianca was visibly pleased by how cute and sophisticated the small cafe was. Leave it to the princess of Unova's Elite Four to have the best taste in just about everything!

"Mm, it smells awfully yummy!" Bianca quietly exclaimed, not wanting to accidentally yell or anything.

Her eyes scanned the menu as the two young women waited in line. Caitlin was probably a modest eater, by the petite size of her. Bianca didn't want to seem like a Munchlax or anything of the sort...

“Hello. I’d like to order one croissant, a raspberry scone, a cup of chamomile tea,…”

Oh! What another pleasant surprise. Bianca wondered how the heck Caitlin ate so much and stayed so small... Some girls have all the luck.

Soon enough, it was her turn to order.

"Ummmm... hmmm..." she trailed off, tapping a finger against the bridge of her glasses as her eyes scanned the menu again. "I'll also have one croissant -- extra hot and buttered! And one of those gingerbreads! And... a decaf caramel frappucino, please! No whip cream, but looots of caramel!"

Smiling brightly, and rather excited about her order, Bianca handed the vendor her money, already focusing on how she was NOT going to drop her tray.

[runningrival-blog]

snWOWed in (ahaha)

[runningrival-blog]

Bianca is a very delicate looking thing, for all the warmth and snuggliness about her form. In the motions of her teensy fingers, whimsical and gentle, Barry’s eyes are drawn to her tiny pin nose. Her face is so—feminine.

“Piggies?” The blond wrinkles his nose and stumbles in after, tossing his socks by the wayside. His voice is coated in a light confusion. Lemons and tea sound like a dubious combination in conjunction with the idea of cleaning his feet— or, apparently, as this southern Belle might (endearingly) call them, swine. He wonders if he should take that to mean his toes look fat, or something.

“Wha? Hey, wait up—!” Footsteps superfluously heavy against the brittle tatami mat, Barry catches up to the other blond, and the curious, wavering passage of her feet. Wearily, he casts another glance out the window— the snow doesn’t look like it’s going to be letting up soon, and this old guy’s house is heated with a stove.

Barry would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried, but he busies himself in being absorbed in the fact that somehow Bianca is nearly impossible to scramble after, the way she winds about the house so easily. He makes sure to hover over her shoulder as she goes about her business, chest inches from her back as he blinks in curiosity.

As soon as she finds a tin of tea in one of the left-most cabinets, the trainer snatches it from her and inspects it. “So, what…” His face colors with a flush of skepticism, brows two shades darker than his hair furrowing together. “If I drink this, my feet’ll stop smelling?” A thoughtful hum. That doesn’t make any sense to him.

[orangebells-blog]

Bianca pays close attention to the fact that this blond boy is extremely attentive to her task at hand. She's not really used to someone trailing close behind her or looking over her shoulder -- in fact, back with her friends at home, Bianca was always the one looking over shoulders and tripping behind everyone. Has she finally come across someone her speed?

That would be... exciting? Miraculous? Weird?

She doesn't quite know. Maybe it's a mix of the three.

Either way, Bianca is relieved to have company in such an intense storm. Traveling alone was always so... well... lonely -- and as much as Bianca likes visiting new places and seeing new Pokemon, she's always been the type to enjoy the presence of another. Stumbling into this little house sure was lucky, and even the naive Bianca could tell that Barry was no threat to her.

She catches another whiff of his feet, though, and cringes. Those, on the other hand, were a different story.

“If I drink this, my feet’ll stop smelling?”

Bianca laughs again, a little harder than before. He's funny; but in the kind of 'doesn't know he's funny' kind of way. That's better than a lot of other kinds, in her opinion.

"No, no! Silly!" she exclaims, still giggling as she turns off the stove and searches the kitchen for a suitable bowl. "You're gonna stick them stinky feet in it!"

Bending over, albeit not very gracefully, she opens a cabinet under the sink and reaches inside. It's clear that she's made herself right at home and she wonders if he thinks it's rude of her. What were they supposed to do, though? Sit on the tatami mat until the storm blew over? How boring! Getting to know the kitchen meant that Bianca would be able to cook later, her subtly rumbling stomach reminding her that she hasn't eaten since this morning.

A moment later, an 'ah-ha!' comes from the girl and she quickly moves to pull out a suitable bowl found in the waaaay back of the cabinet. Surely the old gentleman living here wouldn't mind her intended use for it -- it looks more like a bowl used for cleaning anyway.

The classic klutz forgets how low the ceiling of the cabinet is and lifts her head much too soon. An audible thud and a loud 'ow!' is heard, as is the rustling of the bowls and other contents Bianca was searching through.

She cackles nervously, backing herself out again, slowly, and sits herself on the kitchen floor; a hand reaching to rub the part of her head that she'd banged.

"Oops! Hopefully I didn't go breakin' the whole kitchen!"

[lawrence-iii-blog]

Raffle Drawing #1

[lawrence-iii-blog]

Lawrence brings a hand to cover his mouth, eyebrows raised. “Ah,” he coughs, “what I’ve heard about you is true, then.”

Not elaborating on this, he leans down to look the blonde in the eye. “What you need to do,” he begins, solemn and using the smallest words he could manage, “is tell me exactly which pokemon you want, my dear. I have a very big collection. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

[orangebells-blog]

Bianca blinked, confused. 

"Huh~? What'd ya hear about me, sir?"

She didn't know she had a reputation, so to speak. 

“What you need to do is tell me exactly which pokemon you want, my dear. I have a very big collection. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Oh! Ohhh. Ohhhhhh.

The blonde laughed sheepishly, a small blush forming on her cheeks. Well, that would help, wouldn't it? 

"Could I possibly have a Shinx, please? They're just the cuuutest lil things!"

[lawrence-iii-blog]

Raffle Drawing #1

T’was the night before Christmas, soon Santa would fly And a party raged in the castle in the sky

Sir Lawrence had thrown a magnificent ball, Saying “Celebrate Christmas; come one, come all!”

The fortress was filled with seasonal glee, As a choir of farfetch’d sang out of key.

The ball was so lavish, the food was so fine, The music was lovely and the drinks were divine.

So nothing seemed quite so much out of whack As when Lawrence came in with a huge burlap sack.

It dragged on the ground, leaving wide trails of ash In the big fancy ballroom, this was no more than trash!

“My guests,” he called in a voice that rang clear, “The time for the raffle is finally here!”

With a flourish, the bag was torn at the seam And Lawrence looked over the crowd so agleam.

“The way this will work,” he proceeded to say, “Is I’ll pick four names, all throughout the day.”

“Every four hours, ‘til midnight tonight. Then the raffle is over; it’s gone— out of sight!”

“Now without further ado, let us begin!” And without hesitation, Lawrence dug in.

He drew out a present, tied up with a bow. Then he started unwrapping it… really quite slow.

Beneath the paper was another wrapped box. And inside that— a pair of red socks.

But he unrolled the socks, and pulled from inside. A big envelope, majestic and wide.

And picking up scissors, golden and fine He cut open the letter, counting to nine.

As he reached number ten, he yanked out a card Held it over his head, and said “That was hard.”

“But not half as hard as what will come next: When I read outloud this here printed text.”

“For the name of the winner— first name on the list Is none other than Bianca: oh,  what a twist!”

He scanned the crowd with his bright piercing eyes. “Bianca, my dear—come claim your prize!”

Congratulations Bianca! You are the first name to be drawn in the raffle. You may now pick one Shiny Pokemon as your very own, as long as it is one of the following types: Ice, Electric, Flying, Psychic.

[orangebells-blog]

"Wow! I won!? Really?!"

Bianca was elated! She couldn't think of a time she'd won anything in her entire life!

"I-I-! I don't know what to say! I'm thinkin' I'd like the electric-type, please!"

[orangebells-blog]

IM S O SORRY!!!!

[orangebells-blog]

now that the holidays are over and work isnt kicking my ass, i have TONS of free time!!! so if anyone wants to thread with bianca please let me know!! and also if i have anyone to reply to, remind me so i can get dat done 8)

awwww yeah!

i hope everyone had a happy holiday and best wishes for the new year!!!

[orangebells-blog]

{ It's Christmas Time in the City~! } Bianca / Caitlin

[pinksophistication]

The Psychic-type user gave a small smile at the other girl’s recognition of her as an Elite. It was good to be known throughout the region, although this particular female didn’t seem to have heard of Caitlin’s reputation as having a bad temper. Which was good, considering that the two had gotten off on a good start.

“Of course I’m sure,” she continued, taking the bags offered by the girl with red-rimmed glasses. The blue-eyed had caught the green-eyed girl gaze at the labels on the shopping bags. Blushing, Caitlin looked down on her ballet flats for a mere moment. Designer labels were something that she tended to gravitate towards, although she always bought items for the quality, not the name. 

But then the other girl’s voice brought Caitlin back to reality, making her flip her head up. “Bianca you say?” she commented. Putting a finger to her lip, Caitlin closed her eyes in an effort to recall what that particular name meant. Bianca, Bianca…oh! ”I see. It means ‘white’. Very lovely name, and it’s a pleasure to meet you too!” she exclaimed, eyes twinkling softly.

“I was just heading over to the food court to have lunch. Care to join me?” the pink-clad girl inquired. Shopping was so exhausting. The girl was simply dying to have a croissant. And who else to have it than with her new friend?

[orangebells-blog]

Bianca's smile grew wider, truly relieved that Lady Caitlin was so kind. She couldn't imagine the humiliation she would have felt if she'd bumped into someone less than friendly. 

"Thank you! Your name is real pretty, too!" she replied, a little unsure if complimenting such an important person's name sounded silly. It was too late now, though!

“I was just heading over to the food court to have lunch. Care to join me?” 

Was that an invitation to have lunch with Lady Caitlin of the Elite Four? The Lady Caitlin? Of the Elite Four? And she wanted to have lunch with her? The clumsy girl who'd nearly sent her flying moments ago? Bianca couldn't believe what she'd heard! She felt honored and flattered and excited! But she had to keep her cool. There was no way she was going to go embarrass herself any more -- which was a long shot, but she still hoped.

"C-certainly! I was headin' to get some food myself, so that's a pleasant coincidence!"

She smiled and laughed lightly, picking up her own shopping bags.

"Did ya have a place in mind you'd like to go?"

[runningrival-blog]

snWOWed in (ahaha)

[runningrival-blog]

“Wha?” She just— walks in! the snow spills onto the mat of the floor, but who is he to complain. After all—

“Who, me? No, I’m just keeping from the storm— Gah!” He suddenly takes note of all the grime and quickly melting ice that she’s letting in and— well, the blond seems rather unhappy with it all. What would that guy think if he came back, and Barry, his ONE house guest, had gone and wrecked the place?

Running a hand through his hair, the trainer hastily coaxes her further into the living room of the tiny house and shoves the door shut. A puddle lies in the wake of all the snow, evidence of the quiet monster brewing outside.

“Jeez! What’re you thinkin’, lady?!” He exhales and lifts one foot off the wet floor and yanks off his sock before trotting closer to her, and consequently, away from the wood framed entrance. The remainder of the floor is up just a few inches, all tiled with tatami mat— almost all the houses in Hoenn are Japanese style, as it would seem.

“Bah, well, it’s not like the mudroom is gonna get ruined any…”

The sole of his foot is cold and touched with a bit of clamminess. He pulls off his other sock and clenches it in his fist before placing both hands at the sides of his hips. “Anyway, like I was saying! I don’t live here; I’m waiting out the storm!”

It’s pretty obvious she’s doing the same. Barry doesn’t bother confirming it— it’s not like she can do him any harm, regardless.

“The house owner went out— but he’s been gone for a really long time! So, I’m kinda worried, but…”

A pause. Even as Barry speaks that last sentence, he’s looking out the window again, actually gauging how good of an idea it would be to go out and search for the man now. There’s maybe two feet of snow by now— maybe he could handle it? Gradually, his hand comes to rest beneath his chin in a thoughtful motion— he’s greeted with the smell of ripe foot and physically recoils, dropping moist tubes of fabric to the ground and scowling.

“But—” He wipes his nose and coughs, looking down at his feet in concern. (Why do they smell so bad?) “it’s not like I can just go out there now, you know?”

[orangebells-blog]

Bianca is a bit thrown off by the energy of the young man. It wasn't often she meets someone who moves and speaks as quickly as herself. She stares, wide eyed, as he moves her further into the house and shuts the door behind them. Her attention is then brought to the wetness she's trailing in with her shoes, and how cold she is all over.

"A-ah-! Sorry, sorry~!" she exclaims, removing her hat from her head. "I wasn't expectin' anyone to be in here is all! It looks a bit abandoned with all the soot all over,"

Looking around, Bianca wonders who really does live here after the confirmation that the fellow blond does not. They certainly have a lot of strange equipment and lots of glass lying around. Her eyes then move from the objects in the living room to the young man again. 

"Maybe he found shelter by a PokeCenter or somethin'. I hope ya don't mind a lil' compan --"

Bianca pauses as an absolutely rancid smell graces her nostrils. She didn't even notice that the boy had removed his dampened socks prior to this very moment and she tries her best to avoid making a face that could be considered rude.

Instead, an 'oh my!' and hearty laughter erupts from her as she playfully waves a hand in front of her nose.

"We can clean up the floor in a little while. For now, you're needin' a remedy for them smelly piggies!" she giggles, venturing further into the home in a carefree fashion. "Hmmm, I wonder if there's any tea and lemons in this kitchen..."

Bianca takes off her coat, scarf, and gloves, laying them on an idle chair before getting to exploring the cabinets for what could -- hopefully -- relieve the strong odor emitting from her new companion's feet.

[runningrival-blog]

snWOWed in (ahaha)

Maybe region hopping isn’t the best way to get anywhere in Barry’s quest for pokemon league conquest, but he can’t really help himself. Half way to one town, he’ll hear about some faraway land— and off he goes, because why walk another mile of the same route when you can fly two hundred miles across the ocean and see something completely different?

The subject this time had been a volcano, and a popular sort of harvesting— soot collecting, or something like that? But Barry was having a hard time seeing anything between the trainers which seemed to get a kick out of jumping out at him from the dust covered bushes and the constant fall of soot which was only made worse by the piling snow.

By the time he found shelter in a house, to say that Barry’s hair was a mess would have been a grave understatement. The old man who lived there excused himself. Something about warning the other trainers, is what the issue had been, so maybe it would have been best for Barry to tell him not to because A.) he was an old man and B.) at the rate things were grinding themselves out, he’d no doubt be stranded outside.

However, the blond had been far too preoccupied with picking out the bits from his hair and becoming entirely engrossed with the glass blowing equipment in the house. If the guy wanted to be a good samaritan, it was no skin off the trainer’s pale, scrawny back.

He said he would return soon, anyhow.

But soon turned out to be thirty minutes, and thirty minutes turned into two hours, and soon Barry found himself gazing out the window with worry as the grey-hued snow gathered itself up tot he window sill. 

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

He can make out a girl outside. She’s bright and orange and green and really just doesn’t belong out there in the cold.

[orangebells-blog]

Bianca's original destination was Fallarbor Town. She'd come all the way to Hoenn to study the region's Pokemon, especially the ones that lived near the volcano. It was intriguing to both herself and Professor Juniper that Pokemon could adapt to living in such a habitat where ash literally covered every inch of the ground and continued falling day and night. The two researchers figured the environment would be unhealthy and unsafe, but the Slugma and Spinda Bianca wound up encountering seemed to be just fine.

She didn't want to have to cut her research short, but the weather was only getting worse. The December weather already made it practically frigid outside, but when another white substance began falling from the sky, Bianca knew she had to find some shelter quickly. 

She tried calculating how long it would be to get to Fallarbor from her current location on route 113, but the mixture of snow and soot made it harder for her to think (and breathe, but hey). The fact of the matter was that Bianca needed to get out of this mess, so she figured she'd invite herself into the first PokeCenter she found -- or house.

How weird. Who the heck would live on such a route?

It looked abandoned anyway, and it would do for now -- at least until she could travel to Fallarbor without much struggle. 

Pushing the door open with all her strength, Bianca stumbled in and found herself staring at a young, blond man.

"Ah-! Hi-! D'ya live here? Did I just go an' rudely barge into your home?"

[orangebells-blog]

i know i owe caitlin a reply (that has been in my drafts fOREVER IM SO SORRY)

but if anyone wants to thread with bianca hit a sista up ok we'll get things goooin 8D

[orangebells-blog]

How do you relate to your character?

hmmm! what a cool question! i suppose i relate to bianca in the sense that we're both clumsy and run late! haha! i've always been really accident prone and my internal clock is five minutes behind schedule almost always.

[orangebells-blog]

What are Bianca's hobbies?

bianca is constantly traveling and running around on behalf of juniper! this makes her very tired at the end of the day (which she's always reluctant to admit) to the point where she could fall asleep on command! when she does have spare time and she's feeling particularly energized, she likes to sing and play the piano! when she was a little girl, piano lessons were the only thing bianca would sit still for. she also loves to read, particularly about science, pokemon, and the occasional romance novel. cooking (mainly dishes from her home down south) and eating could also be considered hobbies of bianca's!

[thekristalstar]

[orangebells-blog]

Classic question: why Bianca?

a classic question, but a good question! 

i absolutely love game!bianca. i like that she's flawed and can come to terms with her weaknesses because it actually displays a lot of strength! i love her relationships with the characters she surrounds herself with and how hard she works and tries to improve herself. in the second game, i feel real, actual pride for her because of how far she came since black and white 1. she went from someone totally unsure of herself and accepting the truth that she's weaker than her friends to a young lady who is actually smart enough to research pokemon and work as a professor's assistant! if that's not an amazing display of growth, i don't know what is! 

i've always been inspired to roleplay her because of her amazing character and how she grows and changes throughout the games so whenever i get the chance to play bianca, i take it! i've, unfortunately, never gotten to play her long enough to develop her character but i truly hope hall of fame is the place for me and my bianca muse! 8D

[thekristalstar]

[orangebells-blog]

{ It's Christmas Time in the City~! } Bianca / Caitlin

[pinksophistication]

Caitlin was a girly girl- she absolutely adored shopping. It wasn’t just spending money (and boy, she did that often), it was getting new things. Being spoiled by her parents from an early age, it would be an understatement to say that the girl got everything she wanted. But she was by no means a scrooge. For her loved ones, she wasn’t afraid to open up her own pocketbook, especially during the holidays.

Eagerly wanting to get a head start on her Christmas shopping, Caitlin looked down at her list. She had bought a present for almost everybody on her list. Shauntal…check! It probably wasn’t wise on the girl’s part to bring the paper up a mere four inches away from her big, blue eyes while walking. A collision ensued, sending both girls backwards form the direction they came from.

Rubbing her head tenderly, she blinked her eyes a few times before she saw the person she had bumped into. A surge of anger washed over her, but that quickly dissipated as she considered the fact that maybe she herself had caused the unfortunate collision to happen in the first place. After all, had Caitlin look up from her list, the incident could have been avoided altogether. But fate does have it’s own agenda…

The frenzied girl’s exclamations eased the other blonde. Picking herself up from the ground, Caitlin chuckled lightly and replied, “You don’t need to worry as I’m not hurt at all. My apologies; I became so caught up in checking my shopping list that I didn’t bother to look up. Hello, my name is Caitlin.” Nothing to distract away from an embarrassing situation than friendliness, right?

[orangebells-blog]

Bianca recoiled in a bit of shock as the young woman raised her head and began speaking. She definitely recognized her as Lady Caitlin of Unova's famed Elite Four -- and she'd gone and knocked her over -- oh gosh how utterly embarrassing! She couldn't even feel the relief in knowing Caitlin wasn't hurt! The shame was just... too much... to handle... Ah.

“You don’t need to worry as I’m not hurt at all. My apologies; I became so caught up in checking my shopping list that I didn’t bother to look up. Hello, my name is Caitlin.” 

"R-right!" Bianca exclaimed, scrambling to pick up shopping bags that had gone astray. "I- I recognize ya as one of the elite four memba's! Ya sure you're alright, Miss Caitlin?" 

The blonde held out some shopping bags that she was certain didn't belong to her. It seemed that Caitlin knew how (and where) to shop. Bianca was more of a bargain hunter, herself, so seeing some designer named shopping bags made her wonder what kind of beauty was inside!

"Oh-! How rude a' me! I'm Bianca! Circumstance aside, it's a real pleasure to make ya acquaintance!"