Chapter 4: Farewell x-ed Welcome
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"You already know how I let him go...little fingers in the air showing them all..."
It was the Townsville goodbye affair, the banner sentinel over it original saying 'Welcome' was marked out with paint, 'Farewell' written in place. It was the same banner used at celebrating the girls' first birthday with Bizarre. Never-the-less, anyone could say they'd be proud of the Professor's calm facade during his daughters depart. He was worried green, but he believed in not inhibiting the girls' dreams. A Mojo Jojo pinata hung on a thin string, untouched and most likely not filled with candy due to it being the mayor's idea. Not exactly tear filled goodbyes, but defiantly not desert sober either. The mayor allowed early graduation, much to the other classmates' annoyance, but no one could deny it was the cute fair-well party of the town's history. No presents, Buttercup complains good naturally, Blossom mingles with last bidding teachers, Bubbles is hugging like crazy and trying to leave behind toes not stepped on (basicly reconciling any ill feelings), and Bizarre, Bizarre was trying not to freak out by how many people there was.
The whole town was letting their heroes go, and the heroes were letting it.
The Powerpuff Girls were thrilled and impatient for their vacation to come to them, but they knew they would miss Townsville. The bags were being stuff full, each girl taking clothes for the six month long trip. In Bubbles room, she was taking it the hardest, although appreciative the town would think so much of them to pay for all of this, she almost felt as though they were being gotten rid of. But knew it was just nervousness, they had always stayed together, no matter what. Never been outside Townsville (except Citysville, but that was an untouched subject) and were never planning to be, until now. Bubbles rubbed fingers over her wall, decorated with bubble wall paper and lollipops of all sizes. She memorized every corner, because, even though it was only six months, it felt like forever.
Blossom only calculated just how many clothes she could clog into the least amount of luggage. She flung dresses and shirts into one, even struggling to latch it with her super strength. Only happy when the safe signal was a click. She layed the rest of the packed necessities at the door, taking one last look at her idol posters. Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking, Darwin, and others, and sighed. She flipped off the lights, eager and full of mental revenues of the libraries of cities, the fine restaurants.
Buttercup slammed clothes in sloppily, uncaring if a pair of underwear stuck out haphazardly, she was not one to get embarrassed easily. Grunting to drag the pot-belly baggage into the living room. Then she returned back to her room. She wouldn't miss this place much, after all, she would only really miss the Professor. She looked around wearily though, for any sign of her nosy sisters, and crept to the side of her bed, bending down and unsheathing the object hidden underneath. He green, patch worked blanket. Although it's action inducing abilities were over, the sentiment wasn't. She cuddled it to her face, relishing the soft yet withered fibers.
"Come on Buttercup, were flying this one out, so we'll need to eat." Came Blossom's voice slamming into Buttercup's room.
Buttercup shoved the blanket back under the bed panic-stricken. If the girls found out she'd never hear the end of it. Buttercup stood to stand in the doorway, only held back by the withered strings pulled from love tugs holding her back. Then she flipped the lights and carried her bags down stairs.
Bizarre only carried the clothes on her back, a worn black jacket will a odd pointy hood, a white collared shirt missing three buttons in uneven places, and her gray pants. She refused to wear shoes, but wore ankle socks with neon stripes. She couldn't quite place the nervous feeling fish hooked in her gut, tugging and reeling until Bizarre almost felt sick. She gelled her stark blank hair back, and thought about getting it cut again. She fished around for some pencils and paper, just in case she felt some inspiration. Her and Bubbles both liked to draw whenever, so Bizarre took extra just in case Bubbles forgot to bring any. She turned off her lights, then the separated lab light, left her room unclean, and joined everyone in the living room.
For some reason, just before you're about to leave your house for good, you begin to notice things you generally skimmed over. Like how the fire place was crimson brick, instead of the water-molded looking ones buildings usually adorned. Or how there was thirty-two stairs and not another odd numbered one. And maybe how the carpet was more blue than gray, like the black-and gray streaks now paint brushing the aging Professor's hair. He never looked his age any more than today.
"Girls, I want you all to have as much fun as possible, but please. Call me at least once a day. No boys, at least not until I'm too blind or deaf to notice them. No alcohol, I'm talking to you Buttercup. You too, Bizarre. Don't snigger at your sister." The Professor sighed with stress pressing on his lungs," I knew you girls were going to have to leave sometime,"
"It's only six months professor, we'll be back by Halloween. We're not leaving permanently." Blossom tried to reassure, maybe all of them. It worked, the Professor's shoulder's drooped.
"I know girls, and, you know what? I'm happy you girl's get to experience life on your own. I just wish I could be a part of it."
It was a touching moment, with the luggage packed reminiscently at the door, each color coded. Pink, blue, green, orange, were the colors of this family's hearts, and it was tough to let those colors spread off the canvas. The Professor hugged each one, and each one picked up there respective bags and each hand, ready for the long flight to depart. One had blue tears. One green had a held head high. One orange held her head too low. And another with pink curious thoughts.
And that was how the Powerpuff girls left Townsville.
Whoo, got serious there. Alright, now let's see, if I were to put Townsville on a map...Hm. This may get geologically complicated...Oh well, review and tell me how it's going please.