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[bestsweater]

Um.

Thank you...whoever left me all these magazines. They're...really informative. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all of them, though. It seems like a shame to throw them away. I had no idea there was this whole...other side to Pokemon Breeding.

Does anyone have anything to get rid of greasepaint? Makeup remover or something? I think it's greasepaint. Water and soap is just smearing it around and smudging it all over my face.
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I'm uh...sorry to bother you, but I was given these...magazines and. Well. There's one that's kind of old and I swear there's this girl that looks just like you in it.

It's really weird.

Comments

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I woke up this morning and someone had painted...eyes on my face. It scared the heck out of Kabutops.

[Private]

Play...mon. I think. I can go check.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

Eyes on your face? Oh. Oh I get it lololol that is funny I mean It sounds like you got off rather easy. I'll see if I can go find the makeup remover.

[Private, TOTALLY hackable]

FUUUUUUUUUU That won't be necessary. There are plenty of Umbreons in the world; I wouldn't be surprised if one took on a form surprisingly similar to mine. It is strange that they would choose to pose for one of those magazines.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Pretty...horrific ones, really. I'd really appreciate it.

[Prriiiivato]

That's true. It's kind of a shame, really. She's very pretty.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[Beep beep vroom vroom here is Blacky coming to make a delivery. And to sneak a peek at the magazines.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Brock opens the door!

He is in an apron and has horrible blue and black smudges all across his face.]

Hi, Miss Blacky.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

...[Hold please.]

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[Here is the part where Blacky makes a very unladylike choked snorting noise and turns away to laugh. AND LAUGH.]

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[Okay, after a minute or two she should have it out of her system. She turns back - snerk - and clears her throat.]

Here you are. Would you like any help with that? I assume you don't remove makeup often...

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Brock just kind of stands there and lets her laugh. 8C]

Oh, uh, sure. You can come in if you want.

[WELCOME TO BROCK'S APARTMENT. There are books everywhere and there is baking stuff all over the kitchen and a Poffin maker on the table.]

I don't really remove makeup...ever.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[Oh boy oh boy those better be sweet treats you're baking Mr. Breeder man. But more importantly oh wow the home of a gym leader even if it's only temporary and kind of a mess IT'S STILL GLAMOUROUS.]

Oh no? Surely you must have a sister - I've heard you do have a number of siblings... It would be a useful skill to have if she should ever go through the, ah, 'experimenting with style' stage. Hopefully whatever she gets into isn't this extreme...

[Oh. Right. Blacky has no idea where anything is so she's going to stand in the middle of the apartment holding the bottle and looking back at Brock expectantly.]

Do you have any cotton swabs? A paper towel might do otherwise...

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[They just. Might. Be.]

I have. Um. Four sisters, actually. I'm the oldest of ten. They're not quite old enough for that yet, though.

[Brock scurries off to the kitchen to exchange his apron for a washcloth.]

Is this okay?

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

Ten! My goodness, I can't imagine how busy your household must be. [Little does Blacky know she must have dozens of still-living siblings around the Pokemon world. Not that she's ever met them.] Still, odds are one of the girls will need help with this sort of thing one day. They grow up so fast~ so Master says of his own kids.

[Inspects the washcloth, then nods. And gets to work!]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Busy is a bit of an understatement.

I guess you're right. I'll just keep trying to convince them that exploring Mt. Moon is more exciting than makeup.

[He's making a scrunched-up face because his mom probably does this to him a lot only with dirt instead of face paint.]

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[Blacky may or may not be trying to imagine having to do this to her own son. It seems like a motherly sort of thing to do. But she'll never know. OH CASCA. ALAS.]

Hm... I think I'd prefer a bit of lipstick to being swarmed by Zubats. [GRIN.] All right, that seems to be that. Your eyelids may still feel a little greasy; just be sure to scrub as much as you can next time you wash your face.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I like Zubat.

[He rubs his face and inspects his hand. Yay! No makeup!]

You said you got this from the theater wing?

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

Then they must not have a taste for human blood. [Did she just waggle her fingers all creepy-like when she said that? Real mature, Blacky.]

Mhm, it hasn't seen a lot of use lately, so I figured nobody would miss it terribly for an hour. It's just a little more heavy-duty than something from the drug store.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[He looks a little weirded out for a second or two.]

Do you work in the theater department?

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

Ah... I was in charge of it for many years, but that duty has been passed down to Madame Flurry now. BAW. Do you have an interest in that sort of thing~?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can't say I do. I was just curious, I guess.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[WRONG ANSWER, BROCK. Blacky is srs disappoint. But she will just have to enlighten him later.]

Hmm~ speaking of curiosity... Do you still have this mysterious magazine?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[WELL GEE SORRY Brock is the kind of kid who likes to play in dirt not get dressed up and go to the theater.]

Uh, yeah. I'll get it.

[He scurries away and returns with said MYSTERY MAGAZINE, which he hands over to Blacky.]

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[~MYSTERIOUSLY~, Blacky knows just what part of the magazine it's in. But it's totally not her, no sir.]

She does look an awful lot like me. How eerie! [Fake surprise!] But... you thought she was pretty? [This is an unspoken if you knew she was me and thought she was pretty does this mean you find me pretty come on say it]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

It's really weird, yeah. [He peers over her shoulder.]

Well, sure. I think every girl is pretty I think so.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[MODESTY MODE: OBLITERATED.]

I can certainly see the appeal. But there's something in her eyes that shows intelligence, too... Hardly some vapid girl who would do this for a living - most likely just to help pay for education. It would have been more common back then than you might think.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[THIS IS TOTALLY WEIRD STUDYING A SKIN MAG WITH AN OLDER LADY COLLEAGUE.]

Hm. I never really thought about it like that.