Thread: Dream Eater ~ Johto Adventures [Lady Grimoire x Viktoff Samson]

Dream Eater Johto Adventures Blake Black Klayton Samantha Cross Crackle, pop, pop. Bubblebubblebubble. A small flame flickered and danced beneath a squat silver pot, within which a broth bubbled, and rolled, making the occasional vegetable peek up from below. The scent wafted up into the air and permeated the area, and would likely be one of the first signs of people being present if one didn't notice the smoke from the flame. Rustling from the nearby tall grasses to either side of the road hinted that the scent had drawn the attention of some nearby Pokmon, the movements of the critters distinct from the rustle of grasses and trees due to the light breeze. A breeze which also helped the cooking meal's odour travel. An odour which, while not absolutely foul, did hint the cook could use a few... dozen lessons, and that anyone who might come to join them consider wisely the value of their tastebuds. Just beyond the tall grasses lay numerous trees, though a fair few here and there rose up from the grass to partially shadow the road from the sinking sun. It wasn't quite yet night, but it was certainly only a few hours away, and the cool air had already settled in. The road itself was route 38, heading west out of Ecruteak town, towards Olivine City. That was where Samantha was headed not for any particular reason beyond it was close to the ocean, and she was certain the lighthouse would provide quite the view. However, one unfortunate incident halted her progress and that was why she now found herself setting up camp several hours out from Ecruteak. Too far to walk back before the night set in when it was always more dangerous, especially with the rumours of ghosts about. Her legs flanked either side of the fire, spread apart and stretched out leaving her black leggings hugging tight to her body. The heels of her bare feet rested on a pair of unworn sandals to keep them out of the dirt, and her knees were bent up to keep her bare, smooth legs off the dirt as well. Samantha had the legs of her bottoms rolled up to mid thigh, and it wasn't to make some lewd display. Anyone drawing close would see a fair few scrapes and cuts, like she'd been running through a thorned brush. There weren't more than a dozen or so, but that didn't make them sting any less! Regardless. The first aid kit she used to clean the wounds was open beside her, and she was occasionally grabbing bandages from it to place over the larger cuts in between stirring her meal and reading the book open to her opposite side. Ow! Ssss! she hissed as an absentminded reach for the spoon in the pot made her fingers brush the burning hot metal exterior. She yanked her hand back and flinched, shaking her hand out in the air before more cautiously returning, stirring, and grabbing her fourth bandage. Her expression turning grumpy -- Samantha was not having a good day - her blue eyes kept that awful pot in the corner of them as she proceeded. The last thing she needed or wanted after earlier was a burn. Short, blonde hair spilled down around her face she leaned over, and inspected her toned, and slightly tanned skin for the next largest cut. As one can expect of someone on a Pokmon adventure, the blonde was rather fit. Thin, but with toned muscles in her legs and arms that hinted at more than just someone who excercised--an athlete. Keen eyes spotting the one-piece bikini sticking out of the open knapsack leaning against the tree a few feet to her left might have a good idea what sport. Next to the knapsack was a smaller carry bag and purse, and next to those a drenched pair of purple sneakers. They were absolutely drenched and still wet, and if one wanted to know the depth of the puddle that was responsible for that they need only look up and to the right at the jeans hanging from a low branch. From knee-down they were dark and wet, and from knee-down torn and frayed in places. A bundled bedroll completed the gathering of Samantha's belongings, leaned against the tree to the other side of the knapsack. Samantha shivered, and lifted her head to glance about. A sudden chill through her spine, and she considered grabbing her jacket. The violet halter top she wore left her arms and shoulders exposed to the crisp air, and any who might approach given she was camped out right beside the path. She was fortunate to find the small clearing for her little fire, and fortunate still that anyone approaching would see her from the side. The girl was quite oblivious to the way she sat, and the view anyone standing in front of her would see even with the fire and cookware in the way. While she didn't appear to have a Pokmon with her at first glance, a close inspection of the first aid kit would show a miniaturized Pokball resting in one of the open spaces, within easy reach. What Samantha Cross did appear to be was all on her own.