Post by misty on May 23, 2012 23:34:52 GMT -5
Violent winds rushed around the beach causing large violent waves to crash on the shore. Amongst the chaos stood Misty, one the greatest swimmers of Cerulean City. The salty seas sprayed around her, drenching the trainer from top to bottom. Next to her was surfboard and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she planned to do. Regular surfers would have left hours ago, concluding that such seas were not meant for humans to surf. Normally, Misty would concur. She herself wouldn’t dare to face the wrath of Mother Nature alone because for one thing it was risky and for another it was stupid and she believed only testosterone-fuelled bigots would do such a thing. But lately Misty had a lot on her plate with the Civil War and her being a spy for Nox within the organization that was supposed to be protecting peace and justice, but was the sole cause of the bloodshed in the first place. Misty hated being a spy. It was all so covert and secretive and it just wasn’t her style.
She was an impatient woman and didn’t like sneaking around in the shadows and silently gathering information to stab people from the back. She preferred the more direct approach like an all-out battle, which was why every fiber of her being ached to throw out the Lux influence in her city and not wait for ‘the perfect time’. But being Gym Leader meant she shouldn’t just think of her own wants and desires but the people she had the obligation to protect. Her openly attacking Lux would only cause harm to befall normal citizens just trying to get by without being a target. But even though she knew why she had to be a spy, she still didn’t like it and it caused frustration to brew within her heart. It was an itch that you long to scratch but you just can’t for some bizarre reason and it was driving you crazy.
Misty needed to vent, and the best way she knew how was in the open seas. The Gym Leader always loved being in the water for some reason. It allowed her to think, to concentrate, and to clear her head. Whenever she felt lonely or sad or had problems on her shoulders, she would always swim jump into the pool or go to the beach in an attempt to have the waters wash it all away. But Misty wanted more than just simple laps around the Cerulean Gym, she wanted something exciting, something dangerous, something reckless, thus the surfing during a storm.
Forgetting all the times she scolded those reckless teenagers for doing the same thing, forgetting all the times she taught her swimming students never to test stormy waters, she threw her board onto the seas and paddled further away from shore. The currents were powerful and the waves were strong, making it a difficult swim. The sea was unpredictable during storms and at one minute she was being dragged left then the next she was thrown to the right. But nevertheless she managed to swim deep enough where she waited for the next big wave. When it came she climbed onto her board and rode it. The wave was large and powerful but competent surfers like Misty were more than a match for it. She felt the usual adrenaline rush she gets whenever she rides one of nature’s creations. Normally this was enough to clear her head and help make her at ease.
But today, it was not enough. Her heart was still heavy and the itch was still there. Was there nothing that could rid her of this feeling? The feeling of being helpless while her city remained under the watchful eyes of Lux, the feeling of incompetence because she didn’t see through glitter and glamour of peace and justice and see the tyranny that lurked below.
Then things went wrong. The wave broke too close to the shore and Misty, having her head out of the game, was not able to anticipate. It. As the wave broke and crashed, Misty was thrown off balance and smashed onto the sand. The force knocked the wind right out of her, but the water was not done yet. Coughing, Misty pushed herself off the ground, hoping nobody saw her blunder.
She was an impatient woman and didn’t like sneaking around in the shadows and silently gathering information to stab people from the back. She preferred the more direct approach like an all-out battle, which was why every fiber of her being ached to throw out the Lux influence in her city and not wait for ‘the perfect time’. But being Gym Leader meant she shouldn’t just think of her own wants and desires but the people she had the obligation to protect. Her openly attacking Lux would only cause harm to befall normal citizens just trying to get by without being a target. But even though she knew why she had to be a spy, she still didn’t like it and it caused frustration to brew within her heart. It was an itch that you long to scratch but you just can’t for some bizarre reason and it was driving you crazy.
Misty needed to vent, and the best way she knew how was in the open seas. The Gym Leader always loved being in the water for some reason. It allowed her to think, to concentrate, and to clear her head. Whenever she felt lonely or sad or had problems on her shoulders, she would always swim jump into the pool or go to the beach in an attempt to have the waters wash it all away. But Misty wanted more than just simple laps around the Cerulean Gym, she wanted something exciting, something dangerous, something reckless, thus the surfing during a storm.
Forgetting all the times she scolded those reckless teenagers for doing the same thing, forgetting all the times she taught her swimming students never to test stormy waters, she threw her board onto the seas and paddled further away from shore. The currents were powerful and the waves were strong, making it a difficult swim. The sea was unpredictable during storms and at one minute she was being dragged left then the next she was thrown to the right. But nevertheless she managed to swim deep enough where she waited for the next big wave. When it came she climbed onto her board and rode it. The wave was large and powerful but competent surfers like Misty were more than a match for it. She felt the usual adrenaline rush she gets whenever she rides one of nature’s creations. Normally this was enough to clear her head and help make her at ease.
But today, it was not enough. Her heart was still heavy and the itch was still there. Was there nothing that could rid her of this feeling? The feeling of being helpless while her city remained under the watchful eyes of Lux, the feeling of incompetence because she didn’t see through glitter and glamour of peace and justice and see the tyranny that lurked below.
Then things went wrong. The wave broke too close to the shore and Misty, having her head out of the game, was not able to anticipate. It. As the wave broke and crashed, Misty was thrown off balance and smashed onto the sand. The force knocked the wind right out of her, but the water was not done yet. Coughing, Misty pushed herself off the ground, hoping nobody saw her blunder.
