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"I'm here to find my Marill..."

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Parched || Shelly & Ethan

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Ship, where was the water in this region?

Shelly wasn't even shore when she'd gotten so used to having water everywhere, being as she was from a city that led strait to a motherfuckin' desert, but here she was, noticing that being on a mountain kept her a pretty dam good distance away from the coddam water.

"I cain't believe this ship. Ain't no fuckin' springs o' streams' o' ponds on this codfuckin' mountain? Where's a nigga s'possed t' let 'er Pokes swim, man?"

With a sigh, Shelly headed back towards the compound, Darla's Pokéball in her hand. She sea'med to recall there being a pool or somefin in there... naut that that nearly made up for rivers, and lakes, and open fuckin' sea. But, since it looked like she'd have to travel several nautical miles to get to any of that, Shelly had to let it go for now. It wasn't like she an' Darla were best fuckin' fronds or anyfin.

Still, she tossed that particular Pokéball between her two hands and walked with her own sort of swag back to the entrance. Not that she was struttin' for anemoneone in particular. It was just kind of a thing she did.

A thing that was unsearimoniously interrupted by a door direct to the face.

She landed flat on her ass, which, even though her mom would've said was the optimal body part to land on, still hurt like a motherfucker. The only fin worse than that was the fuckin' pulsing happenin' in her head thanks to that coddam door. Shelly looked up, rubbing her head and giving the death glare to her assailant. 

"Yooooo what the fuck, man? Cain't you sea when a motherfuckin' lady's walkin past like cod-fuckin' damn! Niggas ain't got no fuckin' eyesight 'round here."