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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 9:25 pm
If you've picked this up, it was probably laying out on top of the bar counter as usual. Perhaps you may have even found it in the backroom of the bar when you stumbled back, not realising it turned into a small home instead of a kitchen or the public restrooms. Who knows how you came across the bartender's log, besides you? Everyone knows though that you will look through it. Whenever any notebook is found, even if it is just a plain, old, red, wide ruled notebook, people are curious about whats inside. There is the strong urge to flip through, you can claim its because you just wanted to bring it back to its owner. That is a lie though, more than likely you're hoping to find secrets hidden with in the pages.
In this notebook, you have to get past the first ten pages of numbers and lists to find the interesting things though.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 9:32 pm
583....584 583
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Window treatment
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hours borrowed Contents; 1.Description of the Bartender's Log 2. One of last pages to be used in keeping track of random things, most not legible 3. Basic Trainer Stats 4. Description 5. Background 6. Reserved 7. Pokemon One
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 9:40 pm
Ivy Michelle Noisop
Age: 23
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 105
Occupation: Bar Owner / Bartender
City: Camphoreon City
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:27 pm
Looks;
Ivy is your pretty average girl. She stands at only five six. While she is a meat eater, you couldn't guess it, there isn't too much on her bones. Her brown hair is straight, falling just past her shoulder blades. Its hard to look at her, and not notice her large brown eyes. Surely, the sweetest trait about this girl. A large tattoo of the night sky and birds flying wrap around her shoulder. A very special gift from her parents when she turned eighteen. A few “dirty” freckles lay across her nose, barely noticeable till the summer sun sets its course.
Personality;
Ideas are overflowing in this woman’s head. She enjoys open ended questions in the world. She may not be confrontational,but she enjoys questioning things such as faith and politics. Adventurous isn’t even a question for this girl. There isn’t anything she loves more than getting her heart pumping. As a young child she was always trying to get where she shouldn’t be. After awhile, trees were too safe to climb. Mountain and cliff sides were far more exciting. The higher, the better! Ivy always felt free when there was no one holding her back, when she went where she wasn’t suppose to. That was partially the reason why she loves being on a motorcycle. Feeling so close to the ground, but going fast. It never felt dangerous to her, it was just some sort of freedom.
As a young girl, she was fairly quiet. Her first love changed that though. She began spending time with a different crowd. A crowd that encouraged noise and spontaneity. Going out and drinking was a biweekly event. The more rough a concert was, the more they enjoyed it. It wasn't until later in her life though she began smoking. Which still didn't make her quite as rough, or hardcore as her friends were.
While she is always telling people she has no fears, she does. She avoids her past, for no real reason. She just doesn’t want to deal with everything she left. Ivy doesn’t like to deal with her problems. She would rather lose herself in listening to everyone else’s problems. Instead of acknowledge she needs help or did something wrong, she just prefers to avoid things. Forget they happened. Life will move on, so the problem should have to as well. Communication was never her forte in her past relationships.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:31 pm
History Lesson;
Ivy was born in violet city, to two loving parents. Her grandparents were just one city over, and her uncle another city over. Her father was her greatest hero, he was always getting into trouble when he was younger. Her favorite times with her family was sitting around a large family dinner. Sitting around the table just listening to her father and uncle toss around stories of their adolescence and getting into trouble. Ivy’s personality was much more similar to her mother though. Just sort of letting the people around her find the trouble. She respected the authority in her life, and just kind of did her own things. Ivy attended Earl’s Pokemon Academy that was in her town. She didn’t care so much about batteling, as she did for grooming them and knowing all of the species. Coordinating wasn’t her thing though, too girly. So, it was either becoming a researcher or a breeder. She knew this at a very young age. Ivy became fascinated with two type of pokemon while being here. She would go to the water’s edge and enjoyed the Poliwag that would always be very playful. Here, the pokemon were always flying types. There was something that seemed so free about them. Her neighbor, the cutest little old lady, had a Pidgey. Ivy remembers that bird vividly. So, water and flying became her interest, at least while young. She did end up having a very soft spot for canine pokemon later in her life.
When she was sixteen and traveling with a friend, she met a boy in Goldenrod. He was only a year older than her. He was loud, so loud. It was his voice that was her first impression of the boy. She remembered turning around to see a Mohawk about two hundred yards away from her. He stood next to a pretty nice motorcycle, nothing spectacular though. Ivy made sure that their was eye contact between them. A smile played across her face as she continued walking down the road with her friend. It wasn’t too long before she ran into him at the department store. It was never suppose to be anything. Yet, she could recall the exact moment he had made her heart beat just a little faster. It was the perfect punk romance. He was fun, sweet, and always wanted to keep moving. His name was Jack, he was absolutely amazing to her. His Houndoom, Tigre, was protective. It didn’t take to Ivy right away, but it soon fell in love with her. The two, well three, had everything planned out. Once they were eighteen, they moved into together, only a minute from their favorite bar and their friends.
Two years went by, and while they insisted it would be a year or two till they married, Jack’s family was already preparing. Everything was pretty close to perfect, which is why it had to be destroyed. Jack was twenty-one, Ivy just about twenty. They were out at the bar with the usual group of friends. It was quiet though, especially for a Saturday night. Jack passed out all of a sudden, Tigre forced himself out of his poke ball. One of their bigger friends took Jack to the hospital. Ivy’s birthday passed, and it had been six weeks. Jack was weak, but they never wanted to say he was dieing. Certainly not, he would be young and youthful even in his last moment. He was too, his friends all sat around with a drink in their hands. The next days never seemed to come fast enough. Hours after the funeral, Ivy left. She didn’t say a word to anyone. She had been planning on coming back. Mainly to pick up a few things of Jacks, and look after Tigre. She never could though. She couldn’t face Jack’s family after she had just run off.
Ivy traveled around for awhile, avoiding home. Finally she found herself in Capehoreon City. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, settle down and start a bar! Nothing solves problem like alcohol! Her bar has been opened for a year now, and some days its packed! Most days though, you could witness a tumbleweed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 12:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 2:02 pm
Finding Kale
The story of Ivy and Kale (her Sharpedo)
I was going to do this now, but my head is pounding. So, I will write a beautiful story later.
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