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Yo. Wassup? Ceiling.
Basically, I just got some short stories. Feel free to read, critique, whatever. KEEP IN MIND I WRITE THESE CUZ I CAN.

[spoiler=Castelia Caper PT1]
The shop in Castelia City was packed. Plenty upon plenty of people, mainly women, stood amongst the racks, each of which was piled up with clothes. Many of those gathered had come to see the small fashion show, which was to be held in that very shop. Others were simply there to get new winter gear. But, no matter their original purpose, everyone hung around, counting down the seconds until the show was due to start, and conversing with their fellows while they waited.

The door was opened, letting a chill breeze blow in, causing all those without jackets to shiver, and shudder. A small bell chimed, symbolizing that the door was about to close, which it did, sending the entire shop back into warmth and cheer.

The person who had entered smiled, and glanced at one of the people beside her. A boy, with black hair, glasses, and a blue jacket, matched with black pants. He shrugged under her gaze.

“I don’t know.” He stated, wrapping his seemingly new black scarf around his neck. “These things don’t happen every day, Alyssa.” He finished attiring his new scarf and glanced at the stage. It gleamed with lights, and a red silk curtain framed the people behind it from view. Many people began to sneak over to the curtain, to pull it away, but they were held back by blue uniformed policemen.

The girl, Alyssa, shrugged her shoulders. Her brown hair, tied in a ponytail, jiggled up and down with her shoulders. Her eyes gleamed.

“Doesn’t matter.” She murmured, rubbing her arms ruefully. All she wore was a simple white singlet, with a sleeveless black jacket worn over the top. Everyone she passed glanced at her as if she was insane, which she was, in a way. Wearing no sleeves in the depths of winter is not something anyone does without good reason. And Alyssa hadn’t voiced a reason as of yet.

The boy noted her rubbing her arms with a sigh. “Ally, you really need a change of clothes.” He muttered. “If you’re going to shiver in some place, do it layered up.”

Alyssa laughed. “Seems Mister Over-Achiever is giving a lady advice on clothes. This is history.” She stifled another laugh. “This is SO going on the internet.”

Her other companion, a blonde girl, sniggered. “Cheren’s advising a girl on clothes, Cheren’s advising a girl on clothes.” She sang, before bending over in a laugh.

The boy, Cheren, went red. “I’m just saying that Alyssa needs warmer clothes is all.” He retorted. “Is that illegal in the loop-the-loop world of you Bianca?” He folded his arms across his chest, staring sullenly to one side.

Bianca giggled. “Nope!” She laughed. After a moment of guffawing, she calmed down. “Thing is,” She said, pointing behind Cheren. “The thing is that the little girl just behind you has been filming us with a video camera ever since we walked in!”

Cheren and Alyssa both spun around, to be met by a small girl. She held a simple camera, which despite being a small model, was almost as large as the girl’s head. She peeked out from behind the camera and grinned.

“It’s for Mummy!” She declared innocently. “You see, my Mum is sick and couldn’t come to the fashion show, so my Daddy proclaimed me “filmer”, so I film everything!” She blinked. “So you got on tape.”

Cheren’s face changed from red to a scary shade of scarlet, a bright contrast to his outfit and hair. “YOU CAN-” He began, only to be slapped by Alyssa.

“You do realize everything you say and/or do will get on tape, right?” She told him smugly. His mouth, which had been hanging open from being slapped, closed immediately. Alyssa then looked at the camera and smiled. “Hello!” She said cheerfully, waving to the camera.

Bianca giggled. “Alyssa, you are such a goody-two-shoes.” She declared. “If I was-” She cut off, and glanced at a rack of clothes. “OMIGAWD SEQUINED HATS!” She squealed, diving at the rack to search through the clothes. On the way, however, she tripped on a crack in the floor and fell flat on her face. Her arm, which had flailed, caught the rack and dragged it along, forcing it towards the girl with the camera.

The girl squealed, nearly dropping the camera. With a presumed adrenaline rush she sprinted toward Alyssa and hid behind her as the rack rolled away. Alyssa herself stepped forward and grabbed the rack, forcing it to a stop. She smiled apologetically at the store manager, who was advancing towards them, an angry look written on his pimpled face.

“Uhh, sorry!” She exclaimed. “My friend is a bit of a klutz. This was just an accident!” As she spoke, she dragged the rack back to its original spot, and held out a hand to Bianca, who grabbed it. Alyssa then yanked her back to her feet.

The store owner folded his arms across his chest. “OUT!” He yelled, pointing to the door. “I will NOT have lunatics in my store. Nor will I have discriminators!” His pimpled face went red with anger. “OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Cheren and Bianca back away. The girl, still holding the camera, ran away, presumably to her dad. Alyssa, however, advanced to the store manager, and whispered something in his ear. Her eyes flickered merrily as she spoke, and his angry face turned into a grinning smile. “Off you go then.” He said to Alyssa cheerfully. With a nod, Alyssa swept away into the crowd, soon vanishing.

Cheren and Bianca exchanged glanced. “What the?” Bianca mouthed to Cheren, who shrugged.

“I dunno.” He mouthed back. “I suppose Alyssa knows the store manager.” He sighed, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Anyway.” He said aloud. “I think we have to leave, don’t we?”

Bianca straightened her hat, and nodded. “Yep, we got told to leave. So we must.” Looking down at the ground, Bianca began to carefully pick her way towards the exit, avoiding any cracks. But before she or Cheren could reach the door, a voice boomed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Mesdames et Messieurs! Boys and Girls! Garçons et filles ! Welcome, one and all, to the First Annual Castelia Fashion Show!” The voice proclaimed. Spinning around, Cheren and Bianca both could see a man dressed in fine clothes, standing on the stage.

The man gestured to the curtain. “One by one, our glamorous models will each walk across the stage, to present outfit they themselves designed. Each outfit was made by one of Unova’s greatest tailors, Ally Rose!” A round of applause rippled through the crowd. A thin lady, in tightly fitting robes, walked onto the stage and bowed to the crowd, refreshing the applause and transforming it into all-out cheers and cries.

Cheren placed his hands over his mouth. “OW!” He complained, pressing down on his ears harder to block out the loud crowd. Bianca did the same, also adjusting her hat to cover her ears for more slight comfort.

The noise was pierced by the man’s voice, which reached even through the hands of Cheren and Bianca. “And now, we present our first model, Sammy Dioguard!” He swept off the stage with the lady, and the curtain pulled back slightly, allowing a tall, fat girl to wobble out. Her dress was a hideous shade of pink, and was patterned with blue flowers that looked as if a child had drawn them. Many of the crowd jeered, booed and hissed. Not a single wolf whistle or shout of approval was sounded. And Cheren and Bianca didn’t want to risk voicing any different. They agreed with the crowd.

Amidst the crowds jeers and boos the door was opened, letting the small chime of a bell carry across the room unheard, drowned out by the shouts of the crowd. The boy who entered was slight, with close cropped brown hair, and blue eyes. A blue jacket, similar to that of Cheren, was worn, and black pants were also worn. A red hat, with a white back half, was worn on his head.

He smiled at all who looked his way, and began to nudge his way slowly through the crowd, politely saying “Excuse me” and “Sorry” the entire way, until he was positioned just in front of the stage.

Cheren nudged Bianca, nearly sending her toppling. Amidst the jeers, he pointed out the boy. “He looks familiar.” Cheren said, stroking his chin thoughtfully, and pushing his glasses further again up his nose with his other hand. “I wonder if he lives in Nuvema Town.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “C, stop daydreaming about mysterious boys and watch the show. Honestly, the way you act sometimes.” She sighed, folding her arms across her chest.

Cheren, rolling his eyes as well, ignored her, instead focusing on the stage. One by one the models walked on, each in outfits that were horribly hideous. Glancing sideways at Bianca, he could see her eyes were alight with wonder. [I]”How she likes those outfits, I’ll never know.”[/I] He thought, sighing inwardly.

The man from before held a microphone, which he then spoke into, as he had done for each new model. “And now, for the final model, Shiro Whitlea!” He proclaimed, gesturing to the stage. Many of the crowd refused to look, believing that this new, unknown model would be just like the last: Badly proportioned, ugly, and with a horrible outfit to boot. Many people had already left, appalled by the state of each dress in turn.

But the crowd’s breath was taken away by the female that walked serenely unto the stage.

Her dress was a simple white, but every time she moved it flashed with another color, as if the white was really a moonstone or opal, rather than silk. Along the left side of the dress, a black dragon arched its way up, each individual “scale” glimmering and shining under the spotlight. Small green tendrils stretched and twisted around the dragon, making it appear as if the great dragon were climbing. When she spun to reveal the back of the dress, blue waves were shown, recreating the sea in a perfect way. Every time the girl moved the sea rippled, as if at any moment water would gush out. Nestled in her hair was a simple black and white headband, two small dragons patterned on it. A small black dragon on the white side and a small white dragon on the left side.

But it was the model herself which took the breaths of the audience away.

She was beautiful, slim and elegant. Her hair was a rich brown, cascading down her back in a rivulet of gentle waves. Small ribbons of deepest black and lightest white adorned her hair, and each ribbon glimmered with glitter, making the audience “ooh” and “aah”. Her blue eyes sparkled with cheer and happiness, and her smile shone with similar emotions.

For a moment, the crowd was silent as they judged the dress before them. Then one person cheered loudly. Someone at the front of the crowd. When Cheren, curious, tried to spot the cheering person, the rest of the crowd erupted into cheers of approval, of which Cheren joined in, his curiosity unsatisfied.

Then Bianca nudged him. “I wonder why Shiro looks so like Alyssa.” She remarked, clapping her hands together to replace her cheers. She smiled. “Wouldn’t it be creepy if they were actually one and all the same? Then we would’ve seen Alyssa in a dress!” She giggled. “Now THAT would be something you don’t see every day!”


Cheren frowned thoughtfully, and stood on his tiptoes, glancing at Shiro as she gracefully took herself behind the curtain. “It can’t be Alyssa.” He announced to Bianca. “Alyssa is nowhere near as elegant. And as you said, she’s NEVER worn a dress.”

Bianca shrugged. “Well, where is Alyssa then? Answer me that.” She smiled smugly, as if she knew something he didn’t.

Cheren growled. “How would I know?” He snapped. “Alyssa walked off on us, into the crowd. If you want to find her, BE MY GUEST. GET CAUGHT BY THE STORE MANAGER.” He frowned, and folded his arms over his chest.

Bianca and many of the people around them leapt back a few paces. Obviously for a klutz like Bianca, this didn’t end well. She toppled, catapulting into the rack of hats, sending it, and her with it, flying into the crowd. Yelps and screams were sounded, women fainting as the flying rack barely missed them as it zoomed by. Bianca, too, was screaming, and squealed when she saw a wall coming up fast. She tried to kick to change direction, but she only succeeded in kicking a young child in the face.

Suddenly, she lurched forward as the rack came to a sudden stop, and she face planted into the floor with a groan. Behind her, she could hear agitated footsteps, along with frantic cries of some men as their wives fainted in shock. Bianca sighed dejectedly. Sometimes, being a hyper-active klutz wasn’t as sweet as it usually was.

Bianca was then yanked to her feet by her collar, and was yelled at loudly. “YOU YOUNG HOLLIGAN! YOU STUPID GIRL! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE TRYING TO DO?!!?!?!?!? YOU COULD HAVE KILLED SOMEONE WITH THAT FLYING RACK OF YOURS!”

Bianca toed the ground slowly. “I-i-i-I t-tripped…….” She stuttered lamely, glancing back at the rack. Glancing then at the ground, she couldn’t see anything that would’ve stopped it so suddenly. [I] Someone must have grabbed it.[/I] She thought, looking around for the mystery person who had done so. But she couldn’t tell.

Cheren leaned against the wall, sullenly watching the incident. Bianca deserved it. She’d been mean to him, and that was his revenge. He’d been rather surprised when the rack had been stopped by the slight, brown haired boy from before, but ignored it. She was going to get kicked out from the shop. He could tell. And he didn’t want to be anywhere nearby. So he took himself outside, onto the bustling streets of Castelia.

He glanced at the overcast sky and sighed. The smell of snow and rain was in the air. A blizzard was due to begin. Cheren could feel it in his bones. And he didn’t like what his bones told him. He wrapped his scarf more tightly around his neck, and pulled his gloves from his bag. As he put them on his hands, he saw a quick flash of brown, over to his left. But when he spun to check, no-one was there. Just a crowded street, with people wrapped tightly in scarves, coats and gloves.

He brushed his dark fringe from his eyes and began to walk down the street, towards Route 4, as that was his original destination. But as he walked, he noticed a dark alley, at the side of the fashion store. And in the alley, a person in a red and white cap. The slight, brown haired boy. But there was no-one with him.

Cheren glanced from side to side as he considered walking after the boy. It was unadvised, walking into a dark alley after someone he didn’t know. Then again, he had saved Bianca from a slam into the wall. He SUPPOSED he owed the boy thanks. Bianca did more, but Cheren figured as Bianca was, in her stupid way, his friend, he could act on her behalf. So, adjusting his glasses, he strode into the alley after the boy.[/SPOILER]
In essense, this one is based loosely and what everyone would think if Hilda wore a dress. If you look at her clothing style, A dress doesn't suit. So I popped in a bit of mystery, Bianca's klutziness and Cheren's newfound attitude, and we got ourselves something.
If you are wondering, Alyssa is based in appearence off of the Pkmn B/W Heroine.

PT 2 Coming Soon!~

CnC Appreciated.
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Heheh, humorous. Not exactly what I like to read, as I am male and not interested in clothing much, but using characters Cheren and Bianca made it sound like an actual story. It is also suspenseful, and a nice use of words. Bravo. *claps* Seriously. This is the best and longest short story I've ever seen. I can't wait for more.
11/10 NOT EVEN CHUCK NORRIS COULD GET A SCORE LIKE THAT

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