tonight's the night the world begins again.

Thunder clapped as if Arceus itself were telling the girl she was, for now, absolutely fucked. It started with a tense, low rumble, as if rolling across a cold stone floor, a perfect spherical shape... and then it shattered as if unleashing an ugly bottle of pure rage and hate for the world, roaring, screaming, clapping right in her sensitive, ringing ears. The girl was already halfway blind and sure as hell didn't want to go deaf as well, but it seemed absolutely unpreventable given the circumstance she was in. The girl's nerves were shaking like a child's toy rattle, the sounds and smells of the storm crawling up her spine in the form of a hard and relentless panic. She could hear the thunder rumbling and roaring in her ear and then ambush her with a harsh bang that resembled that of a shot gun. She could hear the rain dribbling down tree trunks, smacking itself into thick, green leaves, and pool in small streams at her feet. As much as she hated the lightning, it was quite frankly the only source of light she had. The delicious blessing of having her eyes and world flooded with light, even for only a second, was the only thing preventing her from becoming lost. She had to find a certain building. She simply had to, even if it was the last thing she did. At least she wouldn't be considered a loser then. She could die knowing she tried her hardest and proved everyone wrong.

The girl gingerly tumbled over roots that extended outwards from the ground as if they would, at any given time, wrap around the girl's ankles and purposely trip her, then laugh at her with small giggles of their rustling leaves. The wind was harsh but the unfeminine lady stood against in, hurling herself against the forces of nature to push herself not only against the bitter wind, but further towards her goal of finally making something of her patehtic life. With a whip of lightning, a tree branch cracked, shattered, and fell in wooden splinters at Noora's feet. She screamed a bit in surprise, then simply tensed up, released her muscles, and continued on. She could barely see a damn thing already, and now she was wandering around near the forest that bordered a long beach in the pitch black darkness. The darkness had always gave Noora the creeps, but now it seemed so disturbing that she felt it could consume her whole if she wasn't careful.

Another flash of lightning crossed her eyes, momentarily lighting her way. In the distance she could see the bulk of the building hiding from her in the form of a silhoutte... the building she was literally risking her life to reach. It wasn't that getting a pokemon was a life or death matter, but it held a rather simple yet powerful symbolic meaning for the girl. The good boys and girls had all received their pokemon at the tender age of ten and set off to be the very best and catch 'em all. Noora locked her pathetic self in her room and played video games. Because of this fact, everyone around her made sure to remind her of how she was a failure, how she'd never have a steady source of income, and how she'd die living in the basement at the age of thirty. She'd show them... she'd show them all. The spark of confidence that was so generously given to her by seeing the blurry shadow of the building in the distance was what kept her going. Her drenched clothes heavily weighed her down and her pants almost fell right off of her due to the massive amount of weight they were carrying from the rain water, but she clenched her fists around them tightly as if she were a Scraggy and pressed on.

And, finally, after what seemed like hours, she reached it. The young adult reached one violently trembling hand up to the structure of the lab and rested her palm on it. Her lungs screamed for sweet oxygen and her legs trembled and wobbled as if their very interior could collapse at any second. She didn't care, however, for she had made it.

She had really made it.

Noora, gasping for air, brought her hand up to the door and began to violently pound. Now that she had reached the place, she was extremely eager to get inside and out of the rain, surrounded by cute and cuddly starter pokemon. Her fist pounded long and hard on the door as she stood as erect as she could, her voice shreiking from her voice box and attempting to launch itself above the sound of the thunder and rain. Screaming. Wailing. She was desperate. "L-let me in! Please!" She squealed, already feeling her pants started to fall. She had the strength of a baby and keeping her waterlogged pants up with one hand was rather.. well, hard. Regardless, the girl did the best she could while pounding on the door, wondering who would even be up at this time of the night. Surely someone was inside.

Right?

ooc: hallo! C8
word count: 862 words
tunes: Better Days - Goo Goo Dolls
codes: a10f0f noora
summary: Noora wanders around the forest in a harsh storm. She locates the lab and starts banging on the door begging to be let inside, not giving a shit that it's well after midnight.