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Pamina Mizutama was your average girl. Well, as average as a girl born into money could be, really. Her father, Perseus Mizutama, was the owner of a large chain of canneries in the Johto region, and a very, very wealthy man. He lived alone in some secluded manor outside Goldenrod City with his two daughters- Pamina and Penelope, his pride and joy. Even if he felt their mothers ruined the vision of absolute perfection he expected from the two.
Pamina had just turned ten, her sister two, a slice of what remained of her birthday cake held in a little box in her arms. It was the only time of the year anyone at school wanted to spend time with her- When her father's workers would haul in an extravagant cake and interrupt class to sing her happy birthday. The only time kids would remember her as more than just "that rich girl". The only time she had friends, really.
It was already past six, the girl's extracurriculars behind her- Home Ec. at 3, Volleyball at 4, topped off with a Judo lesson at 5. It had gotten past the point where her responsibilities tired her out- Physically, at least. She chose not to have cake in class, choosing to save it for when she got home. She wanted to talk to her "friends" as much as she could in the short time they'd spend their time with her.
The cream cheese frosting on her cake had already gone bad.
It's times like these that make Pamina think about the way her life is headed. "You'll be the wife of a very powerful man one day," her father always said before signing her up for this class or that. Her diet, regulated to a T, her time devoted to her studies, at least an hour of a personal stylist combing her hair meticulously every morning... That was what truly wore her out. With a sigh, the pre-teen starts slipping out of her school uniform, hardly saying hello to the maid who'd brought her her pajamas for the night. "I need to focus, there's a test coming up," she'd protest when the maid would no doubt ask what had her young mistress so glum. She'd have to learn how to suck up her emotions if she was gonna be a good wife one day.
Is that all I'm good for? Is that the only reason I'm here...?
At least it was Saturday, and she'd have the majority of Sunday to lie in bed by herself and rest up for the busy week ahead. School, extracurriculars, dinner, homework, bed. School, extracurriculars, dinner, homework, bed. Day in, day out, this was all Pamina did with her time. She didn't have the time to hang out with anyone from school, or go out for pizza with her volleyball team- Even if she did have the time, her diet forbade that kind of greasy, hole-in-the-wall pizza they swore by.
She hardly said a word at dinner, quietly eating her Caesar salad with hardly any dressing on it, saving the two little strips of chicken for the final bites. She answered her father's questions bluntly, quietly, not dissimilar to how a disillusioned soldier would respond to their superior's orders. "School was fine." "The cake was good." "No, I don't need anything for my birthday."
Of course, Perseus ate this up. He always reveled in how mature his sweet little angel was, already so assured of her place in the world! Surely any member of the Yakuza would fall for his pristine Primarina, marry her, and welcome him into their power with open arms...
"May I be excused from the table, sir." Pamina requests, not looking up from her plate. Somehow, some way, the monotony of her life seemed to scream at her in this very moment, and she needed some time alone.
"Yes you may, princess! Shiyōnin!" Her father's claps for his servants always made the girl's blood boil, just a little bit. These people had names, surely her father could be bothered to use them... She scoots her seat away from the ornate oak table, giving her baby sister a little pinch on the cheek on her way out- The toddler's smile is the only thing that brings one to her own face some days. That smile is always dashed away when she realizes that Penelope would likely suffer the same hardships she did...
The pristine wood of her private dock hardly creaked under her lacy shoes. It was the polar opposite of the kind of wood used at one of her father's many canneries- It lacked that creak, that denseness of color, soaked in the sea. It lacked life, to put it simply. Still, it was the only place Pamina was allowed to be alone, to truly think about her life. It was a gift to her on her fifth birthday, and had been meticulously cleaned, sterilized, and maintained every day since then. It looked as if it were ripped right out of a postcard, really.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Every bit as perfect as the Primarina it was built for was meant to be. Maintaining these docks were no easy task- She'd often see her father's workers replacing planks in the dead of night, spraying bug repellent during her homework hours so she wouldn't smell it, skimming the water and removing any debris that might fall into it and ruin the pictures she might take there.
It was a place meant for her to invite her friends to, of course. A private retreat with everything she'd ever need to keep her friends entertained- A necessity with how bland her life was. She could never muster up the courage to invite the kids at school anyways- Her father always held an assembly at the beginning of every school year to demand everyone respect and admire his precious doll of a daughter, to the point that most girls her age wouldn't even give her the time of day.
It was all so much for the young Primarina to handle. She wanted to cry, but a decade of conditioning forbade her from doing so- It'd ruin her makeup. So she sat upon the fenceboard separating the dock from the waters- It was too late to go for a dip anyways, the sun setting in the distance, almost intentionally framed between the trees.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
That was all this place, that this girl was meant to be. A perfect, pretty little thing to be used, to be possessed, for one person's enjoyment alone. With a sigh, the girl gazes up into the sky, to the distance, longing to dive into the river, to soar over the forest, anything to help her escape from this fate she'd been created for.
And in the distance, she spotted a rainbow, shimmering, tauntingly out of reach. It hardly rained in the area as is, and this was an especially rare sight to the young girl. She had learned where rainbows come from in school by now- Droplets of water in the air, light fragmenting off them. But part of her wanted to believe there was something more to it, that there was some sort of mysticism behind that colorful road leading to who knows where. Well, her geography lessons tell her Olivine City is in that direction but...
Who knows. Maybe there's a place she can be happy out there, somewhere.
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why
Oh why
Can't I?
AttacRaccPamina Mizutama was your average girl. Well, as average as a girl born into money could be, really. Her father, Perseus Mizutama, was the owner of a large chain of canneries in the Johto region, and a very, very wealthy man. He lived alone in some secluded manor outside Goldenrod City with his two daughters- Pamina and Penelope, his pride and joy. Even if he felt their mothers ruined the vision of absolute perfection he expected from the two.
Pamina had just turned ten, her sister two, a slice of what remained of her birthday cake held in a little box in her arms. It was the only time of the year anyone at school wanted to spend time with her- When her father's workers would haul in an extravagant cake and interrupt class to sing her happy birthday. The only time kids would remember her as more than just "that rich girl". The only time she had friends, really.
It was already past six, the girl's extracurriculars behind her- Home Ec. at 3, Volleyball at 4, topped off with a Judo lesson at 5. It had gotten past the point where her responsibilities tired her out- Physically, at least. She chose not to have cake in class, choosing to save it for when she got home. She wanted to talk to her "friends" as much as she could in the short time they'd spend their time with her.
The cream cheese frosting on her cake had already gone bad.
It's times like these that make Pamina think about the way her life is headed. "You'll be the wife of a very powerful man one day," her father always said before signing her up for this class or that. Her diet, regulated to a T, her time devoted to her studies, at least an hour of a personal stylist combing her hair meticulously every morning... That was what truly wore her out. With a sigh, the pre-teen starts slipping out of her school uniform, hardly saying hello to the maid who'd brought her her pajamas for the night. "I need to focus, there's a test coming up," she'd protest when the maid would no doubt ask what had her young mistress so glum. She'd have to learn how to suck up her emotions if she was gonna be a good wife one day.
Is that all I'm good for? Is that the only reason I'm here...?
At least it was Saturday, and she'd have the majority of Sunday to lie in bed by herself and rest up for the busy week ahead. School, extracurriculars, dinner, homework, bed. School, extracurriculars, dinner, homework, bed. Day in, day out, this was all Pamina did with her time. She didn't have the time to hang out with anyone from school, or go out for pizza with her volleyball team- Even if she did have the time, her diet forbade that kind of greasy, hole-in-the-wall pizza they swore by.
She hardly said a word at dinner, quietly eating her Caesar salad with hardly any dressing on it, saving the two little strips of chicken for the final bites. She answered her father's questions bluntly, quietly, not dissimilar to how a disillusioned soldier would respond to their superior's orders. "School was fine." "The cake was good." "No, I don't need anything for my birthday."
Of course, Perseus ate this up. He always reveled in how mature his sweet little angel was, already so assured of her place in the world! Surely any member of the Yakuza would fall for his pristine Primarina, marry her, and welcome him into their power with open arms...
"May I be excused from the table, sir." Pamina requests, not looking up from her plate. Somehow, some way, the monotony of her life seemed to scream at her in this very moment, and she needed some time alone.
"Yes you may, princess! Shiyōnin!" Her father's claps for his servants always made the girl's blood boil, just a little bit. These people had names, surely her father could be bothered to use them... She scoots her seat away from the ornate oak table, giving her baby sister a little pinch on the cheek on her way out- The toddler's smile is the only thing that brings one to her own face some days. That smile is always dashed away when she realizes that Penelope would likely suffer the same hardships she did...
The pristine wood of her private dock hardly creaked under her lacy shoes. It was the polar opposite of the kind of wood used at one of her father's many canneries- It lacked that creak, that denseness of color, soaked in the sea. It lacked life, to put it simply. Still, it was the only place Pamina was allowed to be alone, to truly think about her life. It was a gift to her on her fifth birthday, and had been meticulously cleaned, sterilized, and maintained every day since then. It looked as if it were ripped right out of a postcard, really.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Every bit as perfect as the Primarina it was built for was meant to be. Maintaining these docks were no easy task- She'd often see her father's workers replacing planks in the dead of night, spraying bug repellent during her homework hours so she wouldn't smell it, skimming the water and removing any debris that might fall into it and ruin the pictures she might take there.
It was a place meant for her to invite her friends to, of course. A private retreat with everything she'd ever need to keep her friends entertained- A necessity with how bland her life was. She could never muster up the courage to invite the kids at school anyways- Her father always held an assembly at the beginning of every school year to demand everyone respect and admire his precious doll of a daughter, to the point that most girls her age wouldn't even give her the time of day.
It was all so much for the young Primarina to handle. She wanted to cry, but a decade of conditioning forbade her from doing so- It'd ruin her makeup. So she sat upon the fenceboard separating the dock from the waters- It was too late to go for a dip anyways, the sun setting in the distance, almost intentionally framed between the trees.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
That was all this place, that this girl was meant to be. A perfect, pretty little thing to be used, to be possessed, for one person's enjoyment alone. With a sigh, the girl gazes up into the sky, to the distance, longing to dive into the river, to soar over the forest, anything to help her escape from this fate she'd been created for.
And in the distance, she spotted a rainbow, shimmering, tauntingly out of reach. It hardly rained in the area as is, and this was an especially rare sight to the young girl. She had learned where rainbows come from in school by now- Droplets of water in the air, light fragmenting off them. But part of her wanted to believe there was something more to it, that there was some sort of mysticism behind that colorful road leading to who knows where. Well, her geography lessons tell her Olivine City is in that direction but...
Who knows. Maybe there's a place she can be happy out there, somewhere.
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why
Oh why
Can't I?
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