under haunted skies , [burgh]

[ELESA]

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Today had certainly been a long day and Elesa let out a small sigh as she finally escaped the large boring office looking building, she had spent far too long in that bland appearing building for a photo shoot and an interview with a magazine and she could safely say that she was glad to see the sky after practically twelve hours. Even if the sky was darkened with vicious storm clouds and the setting of the sun, hidden away behind the sky that looked about ready to explode into rain at any given moment. Running her fingers through her short golden hair, Elesa pulled a small sized umbrella from her bag before stepping out into the darkened city. It wasn’t a common thing to see this lively bustling city reduced to something that reminded her of a ghost town but she figured it wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the time and the looming storm that was bound to hit at any given moment. Walking away from the building which she had been trapped in for all the sunlight hours of the day, Elesa simply enjoyed the quiet streets and the rhythmic sound of her heels click against the pavement, umbrella swinging gently in her hand as she made her way towards the central plaza.

There was no way she could get back to Nimbasa City today, crossing through the routes when it was getting dark and stormy wasn’t practical, though the knowledge that it was somewhat of a risk tempted Elesa for a moment. No, she’d have to go back to hotel room for the night and then set off in the morning, hopefully before her agent could catch her and throw some more business opportunities her way. The thought of her roller coaster, which was in need of some repairs, and her energetic lively city waiting for her was enough for Elesa to want this little business trip to end. It wasn’t that she disliked Castelia City, not at all, she loved it here. It was just when she was here on business she hardly got any time to herself and was constantly busy with numerous jobs, going home meant she could relax and soak up her hobbies before she was thrown back into work.

Cyan eyes blinked in curiosity as a small raindrop splatted on the tip of her nose and then onto the concrete floor in front of her. Looks like the sunset downpour was beginning. Not like she minded of course, storms meant thunder and lightning and the sound and look of those large bright bolts in the sky strangely soothed her. Though she guessed it wasn’t much of a surprise for an electric type expert. Turning off the music that had been ringing in her ears from her headphones and listening to the rain instead, Elesa popped open her little umbrella and proceeded to walk through the large lush central plaza, little colourful flowers dancing as rain drops collided into them and caused them to tremble.

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tagged burgh • castelia city, central plaza • song

[BURGH]

((I'll find a semi-fancy post layout eventually, but for now text will do))

Casteliacones- the best invention on the planet! Or at least Burgh thought so as he sat on a bench in the centeral plaza, licking on one. Even though it wasn't particularly hot outside and dark clouds loomed overhead, promising rain, he enjoyed the ice cream all the same. For a long time he sat there, eating his ice cream, eyes gazing into the fountain in front of him. He was lost in his thoughts, randomly thinking about random things. I mean- what more was there to do on a day like this? (other than to go inside, of course)

Not as many people as usual were out. Any normal person would want to get home as soon as possible to avoid the impending downpour, though one couldn't exactly define Burgh as "normal." While he was well respected as a gifted artist and gym leader, few people would deny that he was a total whackjob when he wanted to be. In fact, he was so busy relaxing with his ice cream that he barely noticed the gloomy weather, until he heard a crack of thunder. And even then, the first idea that popped into his mind was, 'Oooh, a thunderstorm! I haven't done any storm-themed art lately!'

Sadly, he had left his art supplies at home, not expecting a surge of muse on his outing. Burgh wasn't too downcast. He noticed that he probably wouldn't be able to keep his sketchbook dry enough to use even if he had it with him, and that he'd be forced home anyway. But he always did love working in the elements.

He knew what he'd do- he'd hang around the plaza a bit longer to capture the essence of the storm, and then he'd go home and actually put something on paper once he had a good idea of what to do! So, there he stood, pacing around the fountain, giving his drenched Casteliacone a lick every now and then. His eyes flitted across the plaza and the sky. He drank in every detail (relating to the storm. Everything else barely registered), and despite getting soaked, was perfectly content. A little rain never hurt anyone, and he felt that he was only moments away from an artistic breakthrough- why wouldn't Burgh be happy?