Baker, Rosabella

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[attr="class","app_bio"]Rosabella had always wished she had a Dad; it would be nice if her mom didn’t have to work so hard. For most of her life, the young girl only saw her mother for fleeting hours between sleep and work. She learned to use the stove before she was ten, laundry shortly after, and how to vacuum long before that. Mom’s face always looked so heavy, and she couldn’t stand to see her try and do so much walking so shambly like she did. Besides chores and what little school the retired Professor offered to local children in Lavaridge, she had far too much free time.[break][break]



One fateful day, after futzing with the antennae of their hazy tv, she picked up a rather curious channel after the curry had been set to simmer. She had just planned on picking up PokeNews for some background noise while she folded clothes, but this was new. Even through the crummy screen, the colors were bold and brilliant. It was an assortment of elegant pokemon and performers, the crowd clapping in type with a strongman’s lifting; it was quite impressive, considering there was a Machoke on either side of the bar. An acrobatic couple of Seviper were wheeling through the air, coiling and swinging on the trapeze. A man swallowed an Arcanine’s Flamethrower. She’d been holding up the same skirt, stunned and awed, for twenty minutes before Mom shuffled in the door. There was a brief attempt by the woman to talk to Rosa, but when no reply came she turned on the TV.[break][break]



Rosa felt the heat explode off her mother’s face as she scooped up the remote and clicked the channel to Lavaridge Public Access. In a huff, she sat down on the floor and, as violently as possible, folded clothes with her daughter in impenetrable silence. Rosa knew in that moment that somewhere in that magical realm was her father. She only mustered that kind of energy for her anger of him. She made no secret how much she detested the man, but had always made a point to say: [break][break]



“I could never hate him though. He gave me you!” Then they would hug, or she’d ask for Rosa to help with something in the house, or tell her to go play, or whatever out fit the scenario that occurred at least 15 times a month. Rosa needed to know. Desperately. She never stopped watching Contest Corner and Mom never went into a huff in the handful of times she caught her watching it. She got melancholic if anything.[break][break]



With the feeble savings she had, she marched right into her neighbor’s home with a prepaid card and ordered two items from his PC: Kadabra’s Abra-azing Magic Kit and A Comprehensive Guide to Misdirection. The next time Mom walked in early there was no TV to sigh at. It was instead her little girl, cloaked in a picnic cloth, both hands filled to bursting with fanned playing cards. Eyes devilish and smile sincere, she began as best she could. It was the first time her mother had smiled in a while. [break][break]



While rough, she never showed Mom anything she wasn’t sure she could pull off. She was not the practice audience; she was the only audience that mattered. She began to do her sets at school lunchtime, her friends birthday parties (in which she always used the birthday boy/girl as an assistance, it was a great way to start on the box sawing trick), and even a talent show or two. Her first paid gig was one of said talent shows, but it was not money. It was an assistant. At that age, the Zangoose she had been given was just as big as her, if not taller if you counted the ears. A little hamfisted, but he could push a box and a broom. She stood a little straighter, those older ideas coming to the front. Training started in earnest, costumes were made with what bolts of cloth she could get with her measly wages, and a note was written. [break][break]



“I know it’s hard to support all three of us. I know it’s hard to smile; I can feel you lift it up and it looks heavy. You won’t have to work so hard soon, because I’m gonna make that man pay his dues. I’m going to take his prize money. Sweetheart and I will try and visit whenever we can, but please take care of yourself. Jermaine owes you still for the Raticate thing, so I think you’ll be okay until you can slow down. Get more sleep, enjoy things more. Will send money and pictures. I love ya, Mom.[break][break]



Rosabella, Queen of Suits, Soon-to-be Top Coordinator”



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