Long maroon tresses, golden mercury eyes, fair complexion and an average height. The owner of this features are named Karma Kai, a twelve year old girl that are currently lying on a bed in a hotel room somewhere in the Haruno City. Her supposedly fair complexion were sickly pale, and her dark red hair were an unhealthy shade of black. Her eyes were closed but by the way her eyebrows furrowed anyone could tell that this girl is in pain.
A groan escape the girl’s mouth as she weakly opened her eyes, feeling as if a ton was pulling her eyelids down it wouldn’t be a surprise if it took her a while to open them, with her now half-lidded eyes she tried looking around the room. Keyword, tried.
Karma’s POV:
The room were swimming. Yep, it’s swimming alright.
“Oh my lord.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes again, although it gave me a brief relief from the dizzying room it sure didn’t stop the damage it caused. With slight difficulty, I reach up with my left hand so it could soothe my incoming migraine.
“I’m never drinking again. Its not even legal for me yet.”
I sighed as I tried to open my eyes again, thankfully the room stopped its spin. I sit up and slowly look around the room again. With the exception of a few clothes scattered around the place the whole room seemed tidy enough that all it needed is the clothes to be put away which I am in no energy or intention to do so.
I sighed once again as I plopped down the creaky bed and recalled what had happened yesterday. Oh, wait I always record my adventures and shenanigans from my PokéNav plus. With that thought I reached up for my bag only to discover that it was strewn away near the door. I groaned, and cursed my past self.
About a couple of minutes later, I decided that maybe just laying down wont help me in my situation. So with a lazy vigor I crawled myself off of my bed and a couple of lazily strides later I was able to get to my bag. Now sitting cross legged, I rummaged through my bag for the square device.
“Finally.”
I took the device out and immediately played my recent records. For some reason it was all statics and jumbled words which was worrying since my recording were always spot on with only minor statics. Within a minute or two the voices got a bit clearer.
“It’s- zzttt- anniversary- zzztttt- journey- zzzttttt- Frogadier- zzzztttt- celebrate- zzzzztztttt- shots- zzzzttttt-“
“Stupid were not- zzztttztz- fine just to shu- zzzzttttzttz- Haru- zzt- City-“
I groaned as I recalled everything from the static recording. I wonder why it got like that. Is the mic broken or some kind of frequency mess up the recording? Well whatever, now that I knew why I am here might as well find my idiotic friend and bust the hell out of this city. Woah, I sounded like a wanted criminal.
Sighing I made my way to the bathroom, completely recovered from the hangover. Ok, no I am not yet recovered. I rushed in the bathroom and vomited on the toilet, who knew that having liquor in your system could deliver both pleasure and pain, not simultaneously though and not in that way. Get your head out of the gutters, perverts.
Suddenly familiar webbed hands patted my back and hold my hair, it continued like that for another five minutes. Gosh, am I really that drunk?
“Thanks.”
I panted as I looked at my partner at the corner of my eye. He nodded, and walked out of the bathroom. I sighed and leaned on the wall behind me “I’m never drinking again.” Somehow I felt like that was a lie.
“Fro.” Blinking I looked at my Pokémon to see him holding a bottle of water at me. I chuckled, having another gut feeling that this will be happening a lot in the future “Thanks again, bud.” Once again Frogadier nodded and this time he sat next to me as I took a large gulp of the mineral water from the bottle.
“So, did Rhea came around last night?” I asked, my voice a bit hoarse. Frogadier shake his head, crooking as if to say ‘no’. I sighed and stood up, my Frogadier followed but he walked out of the bathroom pushing the door closed.
I throw the empty bottle at a trash bin and turn the faucet on, the water came in a jet flow and I immediately scoop some in my hands before splashing them on my oily and sweaty face. I did that a couple of times before I shook my head to rid off a few droplets. I turn off the faucet and looked at myself in the mirror “Lordy, I looked horrible.” And I’m not even exaggerating on that.
My golden mercury eyes were now pastel yellow as it lose its golden glamour probably from fatigue, my maroon hair looked like a black matted slob and I looked half-dead from how pale my normally fair complexion are. My clothes were extremely wrinkled and dirtied that I doubt a whole bottle of detergent and bleach could remove the now mud colored shirt, my brown cargo shorts were tore from places but thankfully not on those places, and I think my socks also stinks from how it clung and wet it felt on my feet.
I looked at the bathtub and stumble towards it. “Hm~, a bath sounds nice.” I turn on the faucet and slowly removed all my clothing throwing them on the floor. I looked at the quarter half-filled tub and slowly kneel down on my knees to wait for it to get filled up. About two minutes, yes I’m that impatient, I put my hand on the tub and the water was barely reaching my wrist but I could feel that it was cold, enough to make my teeth chatter when I’m done and enough to wake my whole system up.
“Might as well get use to the cold while waiting for it to get filled up.”
I stood up and carefully position myself inside the tub, I sigh as I felt the cold water beneath me.Oh no, it didn’t wake me up at all in fact it made me feel drowsy. I sigh through my nose as my eyes slowly slid shut.
A groan escape the girl’s mouth as she weakly opened her eyes, feeling as if a ton was pulling her eyelids down it wouldn’t be a surprise if it took her a while to open them, with her now half-lidded eyes she tried looking around the room. Keyword, tried.
Karma’s POV:
The room were swimming. Yep, it’s swimming alright.
“Oh my lord.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes again, although it gave me a brief relief from the dizzying room it sure didn’t stop the damage it caused. With slight difficulty, I reach up with my left hand so it could soothe my incoming migraine.
“I’m never drinking again. Its not even legal for me yet.”
I sighed as I tried to open my eyes again, thankfully the room stopped its spin. I sit up and slowly look around the room again. With the exception of a few clothes scattered around the place the whole room seemed tidy enough that all it needed is the clothes to be put away which I am in no energy or intention to do so.
I sighed once again as I plopped down the creaky bed and recalled what had happened yesterday. Oh, wait I always record my adventures and shenanigans from my PokéNav plus. With that thought I reached up for my bag only to discover that it was strewn away near the door. I groaned, and cursed my past self.
About a couple of minutes later, I decided that maybe just laying down wont help me in my situation. So with a lazy vigor I crawled myself off of my bed and a couple of lazily strides later I was able to get to my bag. Now sitting cross legged, I rummaged through my bag for the square device.
“Finally.”
I took the device out and immediately played my recent records. For some reason it was all statics and jumbled words which was worrying since my recording were always spot on with only minor statics. Within a minute or two the voices got a bit clearer.
“It’s- zzttt- anniversary- zzztttt- journey- zzzttttt- Frogadier- zzzztttt- celebrate- zzzzztztttt- shots- zzzzttttt-“
“Stupid were not- zzztttztz- fine just to shu- zzzzttttzttz- Haru- zzt- City-“
I groaned as I recalled everything from the static recording. I wonder why it got like that. Is the mic broken or some kind of frequency mess up the recording? Well whatever, now that I knew why I am here might as well find my idiotic friend and bust the hell out of this city. Woah, I sounded like a wanted criminal.
Sighing I made my way to the bathroom, completely recovered from the hangover. Ok, no I am not yet recovered. I rushed in the bathroom and vomited on the toilet, who knew that having liquor in your system could deliver both pleasure and pain, not simultaneously though and not in that way. Get your head out of the gutters, perverts.
Suddenly familiar webbed hands patted my back and hold my hair, it continued like that for another five minutes. Gosh, am I really that drunk?
“Thanks.”
I panted as I looked at my partner at the corner of my eye. He nodded, and walked out of the bathroom. I sighed and leaned on the wall behind me “I’m never drinking again.” Somehow I felt like that was a lie.
“Fro.” Blinking I looked at my Pokémon to see him holding a bottle of water at me. I chuckled, having another gut feeling that this will be happening a lot in the future “Thanks again, bud.” Once again Frogadier nodded and this time he sat next to me as I took a large gulp of the mineral water from the bottle.
“So, did Rhea came around last night?” I asked, my voice a bit hoarse. Frogadier shake his head, crooking as if to say ‘no’. I sighed and stood up, my Frogadier followed but he walked out of the bathroom pushing the door closed.
I throw the empty bottle at a trash bin and turn the faucet on, the water came in a jet flow and I immediately scoop some in my hands before splashing them on my oily and sweaty face. I did that a couple of times before I shook my head to rid off a few droplets. I turn off the faucet and looked at myself in the mirror “Lordy, I looked horrible.” And I’m not even exaggerating on that.
My golden mercury eyes were now pastel yellow as it lose its golden glamour probably from fatigue, my maroon hair looked like a black matted slob and I looked half-dead from how pale my normally fair complexion are. My clothes were extremely wrinkled and dirtied that I doubt a whole bottle of detergent and bleach could remove the now mud colored shirt, my brown cargo shorts were tore from places but thankfully not on those places, and I think my socks also stinks from how it clung and wet it felt on my feet.
I looked at the bathtub and stumble towards it. “Hm~, a bath sounds nice.” I turn on the faucet and slowly removed all my clothing throwing them on the floor. I looked at the quarter half-filled tub and slowly kneel down on my knees to wait for it to get filled up. About two minutes, yes I’m that impatient, I put my hand on the tub and the water was barely reaching my wrist but I could feel that it was cold, enough to make my teeth chatter when I’m done and enough to wake my whole system up.
“Might as well get use to the cold while waiting for it to get filled up.”
I stood up and carefully position myself inside the tub, I sigh as I felt the cold water beneath me.Oh no, it didn’t wake me up at all in fact it made me feel drowsy. I sigh through my nose as my eyes slowly slid shut.