Why So Serious?

[ramen]

She was a curious girl by nature. It wasn't her fault. The gods molded most people with that certain personality trait. Tabatha never really complained about it. She liked learning about new things. As long as she had someone to accompany her. It was just the way she was.

Her outfit,oddly enough, made her stand out in the world's largest Theater. You know that's what everyone wanted to call Cerulean City. The place was built for bitchy little actors and brooding artists. Anybody could get a break here if they tried.No one could deny that it was a beautiful place. Full green trees,Wildflowers in the most conveinent places.Maybe sub-conciously that's why Tabatha's red high-Tops led her here

Nor could anyone deny that Tabatha seemed to be a mix of the whole 'Bitchy actor and brooding artist' label most of the people had here. Today her hair was combed into that emo look that she loved. You know where it seems to frame her face. Her bangs were slanted perfectly,falling into her eyes just so. You could tell she spent most of her morning on her hair. Nothing could look that good naturaly.

Today she doned a large white yellow shirt dress as she liked to call them. Her leggings were black and as stated before she was wearing her signature red High-Tops. They were her favorites,obtained on a snowy christmas day.Let's not dwell on the past though.

Her large brown eyes scanned the area.She was just lazing around now on one of the park benches. Her eevee lay on her lap,simply lazing as well. Eve and Smear were like two pokemon replicas of Tabatha. She was bored out of her mind,that much you could tell. What was she even doing here. Well she was simply taking some time out of her journey to see the place she had dreamed about since the age of 15.She had won the badge from this gym only a few weeks ago,but didn't really feel like leaving. It was like her heaven. Great artists,Yummy foods,and scrumptious boys. What's not to like about this place.

After a few moment of watching Smear paint the side of her white messenger bag she suddenly wondered out loud"Why so serious". One she didn't really care what Smear did.He was expressing his creativity to her. She couldn't be angry about that. Second thing was that before Tabatha came to this bench she had seen a new movie. "The Dark Knight". She really didn't want to see it at first ,but she was curious.To put it shortly....It was fucking great. She was becoming a bit more curious though. She wondered how people would respond to the line she had just uttered. Tabatha's curiousity was well on it's way to killing her artistic soul.[/size]

[Kage]

Kage was slouching back lazily in the back seat of a limousine; he was wearing a white button down shirt, dark tight fitting jeans, and black shoes. His hair was in the fashion of what most called “bed-head”, partially because he had only recently awoken, on his face he wore a pair of dark silver-ish designer sunglasses which were very sleek looking with their rimless design. Kage was on traveling down the streets of Cerulean City on his way to some artsy fartsy modern art exhibition. He had no idea why the Kanto Champion had to be there, he supposed it was partially because of the fact that he was some sort of celebrity, not only in Kanto, but worldwide.Kage looked around the limo and saw the two bimbos, or as the Kanto League publicists called them “models”, as they rolled to a stop in front of the art studio’s entrance. They didn't look half bad, but Kage had been around women enough to be able to tell what they were like from site, and they seemed to be the trashy type, willing to sleep with anyone to get ahead.

Kage waited until the bodyguard had left the passenger seat and made his way to his door to open it for him, Kage nonchalantly stepped out of the limo, followed by two stunning models each dressed in stunning sparkling and glittering silver dresses. As soon as he stepped out the camera flashed started going off left and right, as reporters frenzied to try and get a word in with the living legend.Kage accustomed to these public outing ignored the flashes and flocking reporters and strode down the red carpet flanked on each side by a buxom model, and entered the bustle of the art show. Kage held out a hand, and as if by some sort of machine a glass of champagne was placed in it by a nameless and faceless waiter. Kage held the glass to his lips and took a quick sip… it tasted like Tauraus piss but it would have to do, not everyone was accustomed to the level that Kage lived on. The two models began, attempting to flirt with him, Kage merely nodded at their advances knowing that before the day was over he would sleep with both of them, maybe not at once, but it was going to happen, it was inevitable, it was how things were.

So Kage decided to ignore the mindless droning and hope that today would pass by as quickly as possible. Sadly though, it didn’t and twelve glasses of Taurus piss Champagne later and hours of various movie and rock stars asking him the same exact question, “What does it feel like to be number one?” and him responding in the exact same way every time, “Good.” He had had enough for now, he quietly made his way out of the busy art show and onto the street sidewalk, luckily the peanut gallery of reporters had already dispersed and he was able to smoke a cigarette in peace. He quietly took a pack of Lucky Strike Cigarettes out of his back pocket, and slid one of the smoke sticks in his mouth; he then returned the pack to his back pocket and took a lighter out of his shirt pocket and lit it, looking across the street.

While searching the streets he saw some teenager get her bag painted and her yell, “Why so serious.” God, he remembered going to the premiere of the movie, although it was halfway decent it was ruined by the rabble who had attended as well constantly bothering him to ask questions about his life… He then snapped back to the now times and thought to himself, I guess she must be just another crazed fangirl.

[ramen]

It would be fun being famous wouldn't it? To have fans who actually look up to you for whatever reasons they may. To get free stuff wherever you go. Then again,it probably would start to fade into a bit of an annoying schedule. Everything would lose it's touch.You wouldn't have any privacy whatsoever.

Those were the thoughts that zoomed through Tabatha's head as she watched the elite four champion in the distance. She tried her best to stay up to date. Although pretty much everyone knew who he was. Kage Camui was what he went by. She could be like every other girl when it all came down to it,but she liked to think that if she met someone famous she'd be much more composed than other girls. Let's hope she's right.

She watched as he disappeared inside of the gallery. She had heard there would be one tonight. She quietly shook her head. 'Someday I suppose that'll be my art show people show up to.' she thought with a small grin. She took her drawing pad and started working on the surrounding scenery. Her pencil seemed to let the images flow out onto the paper as she studied the area.

She had already forgotten about what she had yelled earlier. Her Eevee and Smeargle sat sleeping under the bench,quite content. She didn't bother looking up at the flash of white that had entered her vision across the street. If it was a person they would keep moving and just pass her by.

After a minute though her mind got the best of her. Her chocolate brown eyes looked up only to widen a bit. There stood Kage Camui. She almost giggled but kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to look like some crazed fangirl.It would ruin her image. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her yellow dress shirt and looked up once more. After a few more minutes she couldn't take just looking at him and finally took a chance. "I'm surprised there's no paparazzi around. Your like a daisy in a field of roses" she called out. It could be seen as an insult or compliment,take your pick.[/size]

[Kage]

Kage was deep within his own thoughts, as he had been puffing away at his cigarette. He was determined to take his time; the more time he had away from the world of the rich and famous the better. Over the years, he had grown bitter, although he had accomplished every trainers dream it was a mix of a blessing and a curse, because he was the best, he hadn’t had a decent opponent in ages, in fact he was confident that the past three winners of the Kanto Grand Tournament hadn’t even made it past the first member of the Elite Four, so his position became less about Pokémon Battles and more about commercialism. The longer he stayed at the top, the less and less he felt that there would ever be a worthy opponent for him.

Just then a girl who had the appearance of a life sized porcelain doll had just walked up to him, the girl had snow white skin and odd fire colored hair. For a moment Kage had barely noticed, but very few things had escaped his perceptions, and he quietly averted his gaze from the ground and looked the girl in the eyes, although she didn’t look that much older than him, it wasn’t an accurate gauge, considering his, what many called “boyish good looks”. He tossed, the now spent cigarette off to the side, blowing a cloud of smoke to his left before looking back at the girl.

She then spoke, referring to him as a “daisy”, yet another thing that was wrong with fame, people really tried too hard to either impress him with an elegant comment, or avoid an insult by coming up with something creative, most of the time mindless babble came out, but at least this one had made some sort of attempt, he then replied, “The Sharpedo have had their fill,” he said as he quietly reached into his back pocket to grab the box of Lucky Strikes, he hadn’t had his fill of nicotine for the day, he pulled one out of the box with his lips then offered the box to the girl, and continued, “Thank-you I suppose, but you don’t seem to fit in either, are you a daisy too, or something else?”

[ramen]

After saying those things, she seemed to have no control over her body. Tabatha felt herself pick up her things and put her pokemon back in their poke balls.. Finally she was walking over to him. ‘Ok just calm down, he hasn’t fumed at you for saying that,I think your good.’ she thought to herself. She stood in front of him, a bit awkward. Would you feel calm if you were standing in front of someone you slightly admired.? I thought not. At least she was doing good so far.

She gave him a small smile once he responded to her words. ‘Clever’ she thought quickly. She was just happy he was owning up to his title. She couldn’t help but cringe in disgust though. Her eyes held disdain for the box of Lucky Strikes in his hand. She only knew what it was called because she saw the side of the box. As far as flowers go,Tabatha believed she was a Sunflower. She felt like she was a beneficial person to have around,she had a ‘radiating’ personality and she looked kind of like one when you thought about it.

“Well, I suppose I’m a daisy, wouldn’t you agree” she asked,her grin turning much more playful. For some reason,if your polite with Tabatha,she felt more at ease. “ Although,those cigarettes are quite annoying. Smoking is bad for everything in your body,nothing beneficial about it” Tabatha preached to him. She never liked smoking and never will.

{Sorry it’s small,I just can’t get back on until next Monday.Had to rush with it.}[/size]