((OC: Since no one seems to be alive in the RP recently, I've decided to start a new topic and see how many people actually respond--all the other RPs I'm in seems like they're dead, for the moment, so we need to liven the place up.))
Carrie pushed through the thick crowds in the city square, Jolteon dogging at her heels. Celadon City was bustling in the dusky atmosphere, stalls springing up like dominoes along the streets. Vendors set up shop and began crying their wares above the heads of the crowd, attempting to entice the younger crowds into buying their materials. Carrie knew that the Gym was busily at work, fighting against the clock to get the midnight fireworks show prepared before their deadline. Oak's prediction about the turn-out for the Festival was spectacularly accurate; Carrie had never seen so many people in one place, not even at the Leagues. It seemed as if the population of Lilycove, Goldenrod and Saffron had been meshed together haphazardly and stuffed within the boundaries of the shopping capital of Kanto. Carrie certainly felt as if it was the case, anyways.
She broke through into a small clearing in the crowd, where the different tides of people flowed to and fro. There weren't any shops in this small alcove, and Carrie thought that, perhaps, it was the reason for the breather. Jolteon plopped down at her heels, whining in a concerned fashion to her knees. She gave him a small smile to ease his anxiety.
"It's okay, Jolteon, I'm still breathing," she reassured him, half-joking, half serious. He squirmed for a moment before emitting a low growl of lenience, and Carrie plowed back into the crowds, fighting her way towards the Gym.
The area around the Gym was surprisingly vacant, Carrie realized as she stepped onto the building's front walkway. Grass trainers were bustling about, Glooms and Vileplumes and Oddishes everywhere. Erika was crouching in front of her Vileplume near the doors, and Carrie approached her, attempting to stay out of everyone's way. Erika looked up at her footsteps, and smiled in welcome.
"Ah. You're here to help, right?"
Carrie nodded. "What do you need done?"
Carrie was set the task of transporting the bundles of unused fireworks from the Gym's entrance hall to the small launch-site that had been shabbily thrown together on the edge of the property. Carrie gaped at the sheer size of the mountain. Jolteon yipped in a superior way, amused at her predicament, and Carrie eyed him evilly as an idea occured to her.
Carrie found some rope in an old shed at the back of the Gym, and, making use of it, fashioned a rough sled with an old sheet of metal that had once been part of the Gym's roof. She harnessed Jolteon to it, and he sent her a slightly affronted look. She grinned at him and gathered an armful of fireworks before setting off to complete her task.
((OC: Your character doesn't have to help with the preparations, they can be going about and enjoying the festival.))
Carrie pushed through the thick crowds in the city square, Jolteon dogging at her heels. Celadon City was bustling in the dusky atmosphere, stalls springing up like dominoes along the streets. Vendors set up shop and began crying their wares above the heads of the crowd, attempting to entice the younger crowds into buying their materials. Carrie knew that the Gym was busily at work, fighting against the clock to get the midnight fireworks show prepared before their deadline. Oak's prediction about the turn-out for the Festival was spectacularly accurate; Carrie had never seen so many people in one place, not even at the Leagues. It seemed as if the population of Lilycove, Goldenrod and Saffron had been meshed together haphazardly and stuffed within the boundaries of the shopping capital of Kanto. Carrie certainly felt as if it was the case, anyways.
She broke through into a small clearing in the crowd, where the different tides of people flowed to and fro. There weren't any shops in this small alcove, and Carrie thought that, perhaps, it was the reason for the breather. Jolteon plopped down at her heels, whining in a concerned fashion to her knees. She gave him a small smile to ease his anxiety.
"It's okay, Jolteon, I'm still breathing," she reassured him, half-joking, half serious. He squirmed for a moment before emitting a low growl of lenience, and Carrie plowed back into the crowds, fighting her way towards the Gym.
The area around the Gym was surprisingly vacant, Carrie realized as she stepped onto the building's front walkway. Grass trainers were bustling about, Glooms and Vileplumes and Oddishes everywhere. Erika was crouching in front of her Vileplume near the doors, and Carrie approached her, attempting to stay out of everyone's way. Erika looked up at her footsteps, and smiled in welcome.
"Ah. You're here to help, right?"
Carrie nodded. "What do you need done?"
Carrie was set the task of transporting the bundles of unused fireworks from the Gym's entrance hall to the small launch-site that had been shabbily thrown together on the edge of the property. Carrie gaped at the sheer size of the mountain. Jolteon yipped in a superior way, amused at her predicament, and Carrie eyed him evilly as an idea occured to her.
Carrie found some rope in an old shed at the back of the Gym, and, making use of it, fashioned a rough sled with an old sheet of metal that had once been part of the Gym's roof. She harnessed Jolteon to it, and he sent her a slightly affronted look. She grinned at him and gathered an armful of fireworks before setting off to complete her task.
((OC: Your character doesn't have to help with the preparations, they can be going about and enjoying the festival.))