Gunge

The Chronicles of  Daisy: The Fund Raiser
By
Sunflower-Kun
I do not own Pokemon in any shape or form

The gunge tank belonging to the Celadon Gym occupied a place of honor in the minds and heart of all of her students. Most of whom had seen countless defeated trainers being lead down the flag stoned paved path and with shaking legs motioning the white washed steps and with a baited breath being lead into the clear four plastic walls. A loud click would then seal there fate and with gloved hand upon the level and a smile upon her face the mistress of the hall a middle age raven head named Erika will release a soaking rain of sakura pinkish gunge.

A loud cheer will arise from the gathered trainer and specters. Now having been totally defeated and humiliated, the trainer will have to brave the long,  walk to the showers if that mercy had been granted before hand and if not it was a good mile and a half walk at best to the nearest Pokemon center. If one was skilled in navigating the maze like layout of the crowed city.

Daisy took a deep, deep breath as she peered toward the fable gung tank.  Part of her was cursing her own charitable heart that had allowed her to offer her service for this little fund raiser of Mistress Erika. The goal was simple and the objective clear, the goal was to raise money for group trip in the Orange Islands and the objective was to spread the word as far as Pewter City.

A small table had been laided before odd look contraption, upon the table rested several large jars, the jars where a good four feet in height and a good inch and a half around the mouth. Seven of these such containers could be seen sitting upon the table.  If one was to take a closer look one would find a collection of silver, copper and gold coins with wads of half folded larger bills stuck half hazard around. The snow pile of coins.

These where donations, donations that soon will be pooled together.

A small lump formed in her throat as she started up the white washed steps, a ghost of the smile formed upon her lips as she noticed somebody had taken the creative haste of writing her name upon the surface in a bright orange and yellow  color.

“Your quite popular with the votes it seems,” Said a voice from behind her. The voice had a soft melody tone about  it, the tempo was soft and each word seemed to have been measured and weighed. But despite its soft angelic quality there was a firm sense of commandership to it.

  Quickly Daisy spun upon the heel of her shoes as quickly turned around to face the source of the sudden voice. As soon as she fully turned around the picture of Erika’s face came into view,  quickly she locked eyes with her and a sudden chill passed over her body as she peered into her light brown eyes. Long locks of sapphire blue hair framed the shape of her face and soft sakura pink headband added a girlish touch to a otherwise perfectly mature look.