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Post by FAITH LEBELLE on Oct 4, 2010 20:19:06 GMT -5
"Don't you ladies know that bob cuts are totally out?" Flashy future pop star Faith LeBelle strolled up to one of the dining hall's many tables. This table in particular though had a bunch of first and second year girls sitting together. The young-in's are trying to stay together, huh? The third year's crimson red hair stood out as a landmark inside the building. Whenever you saw a flash of red it meant Faith somewhere nearby.
The girl held her Luvdisc in her arms as she invited herself to sit at the obviously occupied table. "Don't worry, I'm sure it's not too late to go back and fix it. Although any shorter and your going to be forced to sport a pixie do." Faith looked down at her beautiful Scarlett, shiny and red as could be. Nobody in this school could groom like she did, and if they did...Well, she'd just have to ruin that nice shiny coat with a dirty pokemon battle.
Faith laughed and the other girls laughed with her; at Oak Academy Miss LeBelle was known as the kooky girl everybody wanted to hang around. She's the hip one that always made others laugh with her flamboyant charisma. But to those who can see through facades, they'd be able to tell that Faith wasn't really the nicest person around. Even so, it's not like anybody was going to try and take her down. Faith wouldn't let that happen, not in a gazillion years. After chatting for about five minutes Faith decided it was time to book it. "Well I must be going now. I can't possibly spend my lunch with younger classmen. How would that look on my part?" The red head got up and blew a kiss to the girls, who all giggled in response. "Chow." Turning on her heel, Faith strutted to a different part of the dining hall. It was so easy to manipulate all those eager freshmen and sophomores.
Scarlett piped up from Faith's arms with a squeak. Apparently she was satisfied with the day so far. For some reason the Luvdisc loved watching her trainer work her stuff. Thus concluding that sassy pokemon loved sassy trainers. Faith flipped her hair and adjusted her glasses, winking to a group of boys nearby. It was clear that this school was under her control.
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