Home sweet home.[break][break]

It has been a while since she returned to where it all began. Floccesy Town, her quaint hometown with all it's beautiful scenery and quietness. She prefers this tranquil air to the hustle and bustle of the cities Unova is known for. Too many people, too many loud noises...[break][break]

Truthfully, she isn't sure what brought her back home. Maybe it is the growing conflict on the horizon or the sudden urge to be at ease. Lately everything has just been one thing after another. She barely even has time to breathe anymore. The agency is back in full swing with movie shoots and commercials all but popping out of the woodwork each day. It's exhausting... Her love for the profession is enough to stick with it and continue to make her dreams a reality but honestly she really just needs a break.[break][break]

And so, without another thought, she had traveled back home. Back to Floccesy with bags in each hand and a pair of sunglasses sitting comfortably upon the bridge of her nose. How long has it been since she was walking these small streets? Sometimes it feels like another lifetime, what with how much her life has changed between then and now. Perhaps part of her almost longs to go back to that time... It seems so much simpler now.[break][break]

A smile spreads across her mouth, lip gloss slightly worn but still offering a hint of glimmer. "Just as I remember!" If everything changes by tomorrow, at least she knows Floccesy will stay as is. A hidden gem in the vast region of Unova, untouched by the masses and refusing to convert to the technologically savvy cities that spread across the land. With the dropping of her bags at the welcoming sign into the small town, she takes the time to inhale the pure air. Unpolluted and untainted with a hint of the telltale signs of farming. The smell of her childhood, one that she will always chase until the ends of the earth. Nothing is quite like it. No city or other town could possibly compare and she wouldn't even expect it to be any different. This is, after all, always her home.[break][break]

White pushes on, gleefully taking in the familiar sights as she tries to make her way to her childhood home without much distraction. Of course, she ends up stopping quite frequently on her way to chat up old acquaintances and friends of her parents. Each conversation merely raises her excitement, however, and she almost relishes in the attention. There aren't many places left where people happen to call her Fiona instead of the nickname White and truthfully, she will always try to bask in that recognition for as long as humanly possible.[break][break]

As she turns and bids farewell to the most recent towns person to talk to her, bouncy ponytail swaying in the faint breeze, she finally decides that it's time to see her parents. They must be worried about her, what with all the rumors running about of a terrorist organization being behind the recent attack on the Kanto region. And with that thought, a mild panic sets in and causes her to rush her way toward the quaint little house near the center of town. How could she worry her parents like this? And to not even call? Oh god they must be so angry with her! In her haste, she manages to overlook a figure in her path and all but plows into them. Bags go flying, Pokeballs colliding to the ground with a thump as she flails to gain her balance. It's no use, however, for her body collides with the hard ground below and she groans, wincing at the sharp pain in her rump. "Damn it!" The brunette huffs, a puff of air from her frustration blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face. "Oh no. I'm so sorry!" Embarrassment floods her system and she scrambles to her feet before bending at the waist to bow at the person, man upon closer inspection, she basically ran over. "I hope you're not hurt, Sir!" A rosy blush covers her cheeks as she straightens to face the man with a soft chuckle of humiliation. Great, not only has she probably made her parents angry but now a total stranger too! "Is there any way I can make it up to you? I'm so sorry!"

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