...saw absolutely nothing to do of even the slightest remote interest to occupy herself with.
"Ugh." she groaned; now that she was up and about in clean clothing, there really wasn't a reason not to go to class- or at least get out of the dorm. She'd been going here for a full four years now (running on her fifth), in that time period Midnight had done absolutely everything a Bad Girl could possibly want to do in a hoity-toity academy such as the one she currently attended. Her teachers recommended that she study and keep her mind at work, when they weren't threatening her with expulsion, and some classmates suggested getting a hobby. But those things weren't really for Midnight. She had never studied once a day in her life, and she was always way too cool for making stupid... model airplanes or whatever hobbies were.
No; back in Hoenn, where she and her parents used to live before moving to Johto, she studied the wild unpredictable forests, her hobby was intimidating all the other kids on the block. At age 8, she had beat up this Zigzagoon kid, and when she got her older brother he just whooped his butt too! After the move, Midnight noticeably calmed down; no longer a simple Wild Girl, Midnight's divulging into Johto's cozy mix of metropolitan and oriental culture had exposed her to the finer things in life. While she didn't really care for much of them, it at least gave her some class and structure. Instead of modelling herself after the brutal Magma tribes in Hoenn's past, the then young Poocheyena moemon came to emulate the rougher city girls that she had been exposed to in her habitation in Goldenrod. Of course, this was where she would meet Fontina and later Ali; but that's a story for another time.
For now, Midnight was stuck with the simple options of either: run the course of the campus (again), or actually show up to her second period. She checked the wall clock. Damn, it was already 9:35! She really had to stop taking such long showers! "Weeellll, since I'm already late," the Mighteyena moemon said slyly as a toothy grin spread itself across her sharp features, "And I'm really not into breakfast..." she said deviously aloud to herself as she started for the doorway, "I guess I'll just have to pop on by the campus!"
With that Midnight whipped the door open and allowed the bright sunny air to pour itself onto her face.
St. Gijinka Academy. It was, even the socially undercultured Midnight had to agree, beautiful. From their high dorm in Building D, anyone on the 12th floor could see rows of eleven windows shooting downwards towards the tan pueblos of St. Gijinka. As Midnight gripped onto the safety railing that guarded most moemon from a damningly doomed fall, she picked one foot up and rested it on the thick black metal. Holding onto the vertical pole that supported it, she used the fence as support to pick up her other leg so that she may stand bravely at the face of the educational abyss.
She took a deep inhale, and relaxed.
Using the sort of strength that only Hoenn girls could even hope to have, Midnight kicked off with a mighty strut of her misguidingly underplayed legs. For a full three seconds, Midnight is airborne before landing on a balcony four stories lower on Building E. She grips onto the pole and eases slowly down before reaching a distance safe enough to fall onto the much smaller Building A, which stands base to Building E. She lands on her feet, catching herself with the tips of her fingers, and lets out a grunt. "Oh man, that was rough." she said with mild agitation, several popping sounds heard as her knees ached. "I gotta remember to dig up those Yoga tapes so I don't break something one day." she said to herself before getting a running start into another Hail-Mary jump.
This time she landed on an awning, more specifically the one belonging to the Bad Luck Shop. "Huh, its a Unovian restaurant now." Midnight said with mild amusement, "Last month it was a bookstore." As much as she was "not into breakfast", a low rumble escaped Midnight's tummy. "What's that tummy?" she asked playfully, "You're hungry?"
She rolled her eyes before scanning the visible horizon, "Well... I don't really see anything. At least anything that doesn't taste like crap." she spat unto the marketplace. For the last couple of years, in addition to her lackluster attendance record, Midnight had really become a restaurant aficionado when it came to the little Mom 'n' Pop stores around the academy. Not even the Sheer Cold Creamery, a place that had led to a few pounds and inches during her freshman year, could really satisfy her hunger anymore. It was all too familiar, too simple. Even the Bad Luck Shop's constantly changing motif did little to satisfy her. Even if it was good, the business would just fail in a month or two anyway.
Another low rumble. "Oh quiet you." Midnight barked as she looked peevishly into the city, "Now there's got to be something out here to do besides... ugh, school."
Starting from her position on top of the Bad Luck Shop, Midnight hopped up onto the main building and climbed onto the neighboring florist. Turning left, she jumped atop the comic book shop and turning back to her right from there landed her atop the Bellsprout Boudoir. From an elevated position, Midnight could make out La tienda de la Casa del Agua , a nice little place run by a Ludicolo Moemon and his wife. But that was really more for groceries. There were little novelty stands, but Midnight had lived here too long to be amused by those little tourist gags. Fruit Stands? Ew. Cliched.
Hey, hey! There, off in the distance, was something new and shiny! Jumping from there, Midnight landed on a clothesline, caught herself with the tips of her fingers, and let herself go abruptly onto the street. "Hey!" she shouted at the bulky Vigoroth moemon handling said novel attraction, "What'cha got there?" An innocent question enough, but almost everything sounded flirty with Midnight. It couldn't be helped. "Oh, well my boys and I got these here vending machines from the Boss." he said, sounding rather proud of his overall lifting ability, "Mr. Sunny told me to get 'em down here in the busy streets where people could see 'em, lifted this one here all by myself."
"Does it work?"
The Vigoroth moemon held up an index finger, bent down, and connected the wire from the machine to the one out of Portabello Parasect Pizza Parlor, and emerged. Immediately, the machine came to life with lights and colors. Midnight's mouth started to water as her tummy began to growl. "I take it that it works now?"
"Well, I gotta load up the stuff inside, but gimme about thirty minutes an' I'll have this puppy up an' running."
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