How Cute [OPEN]

[paige]

"Hm...why do ya think we lost, Hope?" the white-haired child asked of her Mawile, trotting beside her. Of course, she being a pokemon, she was unable to adequately answer Paige's question. All she could say was her name, causing Paige to sigh a bit; it was a shame pokemon couldn't speak to them. Some could, such as psychic pokemon, but that was about it.

The girl really wondered what pokemon were thinking at times. "Hm..." she commented as they walked; right then it was shortly after the contest she had just lost, and she was pacing outside the Olympics, wondering to herself where she had gone wrong. She thought, and thought, and thought some more until she came up with a solution. "Of course, you weren't dressed up! I was, but you weren't! And that's a huge point of it, for pokemon to get dressed up to!" she suddenly exclaimed, pointing a finger down at her Mawile.

The pokemon, for her part, just stared blankly at the finger before looking up towards Paige's face, as if asking if she were serious about this. "Of course I'm serious! For the next contest we're in, and I assure you we're gonna be in another, you're going to be dressed up. Let's go find something for ya right now!" she exclaimed, snatching her Mawile up and holding her close as she raced through the streets of Castelia.

Roughly an hour later, the two of them were back in front of the Olympics. The Mawile stubbornly had her arms crossed as she glared at Paige, obviously not pleased with the dress she had on. The white-haired girl, however, did not seem to notice the fact that her Mawile disliked the dress, and instead giggled as she circled the pokemon. "You're so cuuuuute Hope! You should wear that more often than just in contests!" Paige said, a happy smile on her face.

[haribo3]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn38/CapeWearer/BURGH/6.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 40px; border: 3px solid #009933;] [/style] [STYLE=padding-top: -20px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]NOTES: raggle fraggle TAG: paige CREDIT: sky of btn![/style]

[STYLE=width: 300px; border-left: 6px solid #009933; background-color: transparent; margin-left: -5px;][STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;] Having wandered around the Olympic grounds for quite a while, Burgh had gotten (dare he allow himself to think it?) bored. The fact that his city had hosted such an event was an incredible honour, but... it just didn't catch his interest. Things that he did to entertain himself were things like wandering around forests and painting, not dealing with the endless numbers of people in stands (he was used to Castelia's usual large amount of humans (he didn't mind the Pokemon so much), but this many didn't exactly make him feel comfortable). He realised that he should be watching over the competitors, he really did. He just couldn't stand another minute inside the Olympics. Too much sitting down and doing nothing, not enough actually moving around. With his hands on his hips, he had set out on walking around a little. He glanced toward the bright sky, taking a mental note that there were only a few clouds and that none of them were dark. This brought a small smile to his face. Sometimes, it was nice to appreciate the little things in life. He looked forward when he heard a voice, and one belonging to a little girl at that. She was exclaiming words like "contests" and "cute", and this interested him, so he kept walking forward, toward the noise. He had looked in on some of the contest performances and, though he was a gym leader, the fantastic displays had been very impressive... Some more impressive than others. As soon as he caught sight of the young lady, he raised his eyebrows for a moment. That was one of the contestants that had been eliminated. Her appeal hadn't exactly been overly-amazing, but it wasn't bad. He let out a laugh, and it was a genuine one, not meant to be rude in the slightest. "Hello there." he said softly, not wanting to startle her and her Pokemon, but loud enough so that he would actually be heard. He took one hand off his hips so that he could arrange the scarf around his neck a bit, then put it back on his side.[/style][/style]

[paige]

So it was that the two of them conversed. Or rather, Paige spoke to her pokemon while the latter just stood there, glaring a tad bit. Paige decided to ignore that little fact, however, even though she knew the pokemon was likely half-joking. Heck, in Paige's eyes, her Mawile was already partly wearing a dress, so it only made sense to dress her up cutsey-like! She didn't agree, but hey, sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, the greater good in this case being her actually getting further in a contest than the first round.

There had to be more shiny stuff in her appeal, more pretty things to look at, the pokemon included! She was so focused on what they might try next that she jumped a little when she heard a man laughing. Hastily, she turned around and offered him a smile as he spoke to her. Her Mawile took this opportunity to walk to Paige's side and stand there, keeping her gaze on him. If he looked in her direction, what would he see? Nothing much, save for the fact that her eyes were practically begging him to save her from the torture she was no doubt going to go through.

"Hello sir!" Paige said cheerfully, being polite as ever. Though...he did seem familiar for some reason. She tried to wrack her brain as to why that may be, and then it come to her. Her eyes widened a bit and she spoke once more. "You're the gym leader of this city, ain'tcha? Um...um..." she tried to remember his name. B something...? She knew he was a bug-type user. Maybe he was called Bug? No no, that was a stupid name. "Burgh, I think? I'm Paige." she said to him, finally able to think of his name.

[haribo3]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn38/CapeWearer/BURGH/6.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 40px; border: 3px solid #009933;] [/style] [STYLE=padding-top: -20px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]NOTES: asdfgh TAG: paige CREDIT: sky of btn![/style]

[STYLE=width: 300px; border-left: 6px solid #009933; background-color: transparent; margin-left: -5px;][STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;] Burgh raised an eyebrow momentarily at the expression on the Mawile's face. He looked at it curiously, blinking slowly. "Mm, missy, is your Pokemon alright? Seems rather... uncomfortable." He folded his arms loosely after he spoke, not meaning to sound stern (if he did, that was. he didn't often act that way, so he felt rather odd when he did act as such), his expression having gone back to that of someone who was only mildly interested. "And hello back to you!" he said rather enthusiastically. He noticed that her eyes widened a bit, and he tilted his head slightly in response. Did he scare her? Perhaps he should tone down the enthusiasm a bit... He nodded when she asked if he was Castelia's gym leader. What a silly question. Then again, there were tons of people in the immense city. If she wasn't from Castelia, he figured that he couldn't exactly blame her then. "Yep! I'm Burgh! And your name... It's pretty." he said with a grin. "So." he started. I saw your performance back there. A shame you didn't make it to the next round." His hands went back to his hips, a habit, and then his left hand reached into a pocket, retrieving the Pokeball that contained his Masquerain. With a flick of the hand, he released the water-bug, and she flittered about him, flying in circles for a moment or two until she finally settled on his head. This didn't phase him in the slightest, and he figured that he'd go ahead and ask. "Was that your first contest?"[/style][/style]

[paige]

Paige glanced down to her pokemon, then up at Burgh and eagerly, perhaps too much so, shook her head. "I dunno what you're talking about. She has to get used to wearing dresses! She's never gonna be a star if she doesn't get used to being pretty. And she can be very pretty, she's practically wearing a dress already, even without clothes," Paige said in a bit of a rush, eager to defend herself. It wasn't HER fault that her Mawile didn't want to dress up, after all. But she would have to get used to that, both pokemon and trainer knew that, even if the former didn't like it that much.

The Mawile knew that Paige would stick to her word and try to get her involved in more contests, even if it was only to show her off. "And thank you. For the compliments," Paige said a moment later, smiling. Most people didn't bother to comment on the prettiness of a person's name, nor compliment them in general. "I think that your name is very...um. Manly?" she said, realizing that she had no idea how to compliment his name in return. Oh well.

"Anyway...yeah, it was my first contest. Was it that easy to tell?" she asked, frowning just a tad bit as she asked this.