President's Room - Devon Corporation - Rustboro City
"...it is almost time, isn't it?"
The new president rose from his seat in anticipation for the incoming ceremony. He tucked his tuxedo in to make sure he looked as crisp as possible. He was standing in the president's room: a rich mix of antique furnitures and velvet carpet. The furnitures of course will have to go: the new president is a modern man and he will show it with his room design. The velvet carpet, though, will probably stay.
He paced himself back and forth until he stepped towards a large window that spanned the entire side of a wall. He stared down at the crowd: people from all over Hoenn and even some from other regions came to congratulate his rise into power. He wasn't prideful about it... not like his younger, more arrogant self. Oh how foolish he was back then.
Then he saw her.
The black-haired girl with headphones on her ears listening to music, her eyes too blue to be human and her skin too pale for her own hair.
Caitlyn, his daughter.
"Mr. President, it is soon time." A lady's voice spoke from the large polished wooden gate. The new president looked up from daze and walked towards a mirror to check his suit. Staring back from that mercury wall behind was a red-haired man in clean-cut suit and glasses.
Maxie.
"...it is almost time, isn't it?"
The new president rose from his seat in anticipation for the incoming ceremony. He tucked his tuxedo in to make sure he looked as crisp as possible. He was standing in the president's room: a rich mix of antique furnitures and velvet carpet. The furnitures of course will have to go: the new president is a modern man and he will show it with his room design. The velvet carpet, though, will probably stay.
He paced himself back and forth until he stepped towards a large window that spanned the entire side of a wall. He stared down at the crowd: people from all over Hoenn and even some from other regions came to congratulate his rise into power. He wasn't prideful about it... not like his younger, more arrogant self. Oh how foolish he was back then.
Then he saw her.
The black-haired girl with headphones on her ears listening to music, her eyes too blue to be human and her skin too pale for her own hair.
Caitlyn, his daughter.
"Mr. President, it is soon time." A lady's voice spoke from the large polished wooden gate. The new president looked up from daze and walked towards a mirror to check his suit. Staring back from that mercury wall behind was a red-haired man in clean-cut suit and glasses.
Maxie.
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