Melody was feeling like she was atop Mount Everest. Her routine went according to plan, and she hoped she scored high. She wasn't sure how the audience reacted, because she had scuttled off the stage. I hate public performances, she told herself. They always make me look like a nervous wreck.
Almost immediately after her show, she had traded the fancy, high-quality ballroom dress for an outfit of bell-bottom jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt advertising a soda brand. She kept the orange flower in her hair, deciding that she liked how it looked. After stuffing her performance dress into a large canvas bag that she had purchased earlier, she left the changing room and was met with a funny scene.
A Luxray was giving all he had on the stage. A cocky grin here, a giant electric attack there, and a smile to a Houndoom standing on the side. Melody raised an eyebrow and smiled to herself. Reminds me of Sheek...
Then she remembered. She had to deliver the Shinx's message. That was the whole reason she escaped from the Bounty Hunter's base. But... I haven't been around these people long enough to trust them yet... How long will it take for me to feel it's safe to spill the secret? she thought. She decided to go to a more secluded part of the arena to try and figure out how she was going to work her situation out. Before she left, though, she witnessed the Luxray go up to the Houndoom he had grinned at, and swiftly get knocked down by a Houndor - probably a sibling of the Houndoom. Melody snorted rather noisily, but thankfully, no one seemed to notice.
She began to walk, not realizing there was a cord wrapped around her ankle. She instantly tripped, bringing down a couple of small appliances and an unused speaker. Said speaker knocked down three poles, but luckily, the domino effect stopped there. The crash of falling metal wasn't loud enough for the audience to hear, but it certainly wasn't quiet, either. "Shi-!" Melody shouted, but cursing was no help. She stretched out her arms, desperately trying to break her fall, but all she grasped was open air. She fell in a heap with a muted thud.
As she regained her bearings, she realized she hadn't landed on the floor, because the floor would be hard and flat. Instead, whatever she fell on was rather lumpy, soft, and... warm? With utter horror, she realized she had knocked over a fellow gijinka in the process. Now, she and this... other person were a tangle of limbs, cord, and canvas bag.
She wondered if living as one of those carnival clowns would be less embarrassing.
Continue? (Lolwut)
~Melody.
