WELCOME TO THE SINNOH REGION, a massive island rich with exploration and Pokemon. Legends say that Sinnoh was the very first Pokemon region to come into being;
and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
Check out the rocket promotion here and stay tuned for many more exciting events!
major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 12, 2016 16:35:04 GMT
{
}
Parker was...well waiting. On a little route near a boulder before the docks, waiting for Maverick. He had a cigarette dangling between his lips and Egg was out to play, chasing worms in the grass. He hadn't really been the best friend lately, accidentally ignoring all of Maverick's texts. He HAD made sure to send a congratulation one when he heard about his badge through the grapevine. Secretly he'd been keeping tabs on the kid through other trainers and informants.
But now he was more than ready to actually do something with the kid, to go on this adventure and have some fun after all this work. He had a few more murders under his belt, a bloody bat at home, and a cocaine addiction that needed to be put on hold. Not that he wasn't all that high right now, he'd packed a dab before leaving the house and self consciously kept rubbing his nose to make sure it was entirely gone.
Once he saw maverick in the distance approaching, he raised a hand in greeting. Egg was curious, not having met Maverick before, and ran forward with a chirp, running to his feet.
after they'd parted ways, he'd tried to text him. and not just once or twice. eventually the long line of one-sided conversation had become too cringe-worthy for him to handle and he stopped. it's been a bit now, seems longer considering all of his days usually blur together. he wakes up that early and prepares breakfast, only knows where he is because of the ash that's on the bottom of his shoes. it's been a while, but there are still lingering traces of what had happened at floramora.
maverick scratches myr behind her ears, trails his fingers delicately over the curve of his horns. when camp is all packed up, he shoulders his pack and moves out. myr falls into step beside him and they walk quietly, listen to the rustling of the living things that creep along the trail beside them. it's not so bad, he thinks. it's simple, really, just having himself and his pokemon. he's only got one badge under his belt, but he's been training hard and he's told himself he has to pick another gym to take on soon.
so he's headed to the next town when he sees parker. his first instinct is to duck his head and turn around, pretend he hasn't seen him because oh jeez, he must have seen the text messages. he must have thought mav was acting like some forlorn lovestruck girlfriend. but before he can turn, one of parker's pokemon scampers over to him with bountiful chirps. he swipes his fingers through his bangs self-consciously and plasters a smile onto his face. "h-hey? what are you, uh, what are you doing here?"
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 15, 2016 4:13:49 GMT
{
}
Parker grins, it's too happy, too eager, he can feel it. But the coke makes everything a little easier these days, and makes him a lot less violent and grumpy. He pushes off the boulder and drops his butt, quickly scuffing it out with his shoe before approaching Maverick. He swoops Egg into his arms, situating her before he responds, taking his time and finally gazing a bit shyly through his mass of curly bangs to grin again at Maverick.
"That offer still stand? I'm finally done with all that needs to be done, so I can totally travel with you now. Unless...you know.....I know I haven't been the best friend."
He frowns, the phone in his pocket feeling heavy suddenly. After all the texts he'd been so eager to respond, but it was never the right time. He always needed to deal with the blood on his hands.
"I'm sorry okay? I meant to text back just.....things. Kept popping up like crazy and....I'm making excuses."
He smiled again, hesitant this time, as he held out a hand palm up. He didn't know what he expected with the gesture, for Maverick to hold his hand? For a handshake? Something, he needed something to know this was okay again, that THEY were okay again.
"I uhm....I'd like to travel with you, if that's okay."
it's more of a curse than a blessing, really. he can't hold a grudge for the life of him. and while he may not understand parker's reasonings or how the hell he even found maverick in the first place, he can't stay upset. "i..." he frowns, swallows quickly and brings a smile back on his face. "of course, yeah." later, when parker's sleeping, he'll probably delete all of the sent messages on his phone. because he doesn't like reminders.
but for now, he swings his arm out to his side and says, "in that case, i think it's time for you to meet the gal you saved. parker, this is myr. myr, parker." the skiddo takes a couple of steps forward, nose twitching as she turns beady eyes onto the other trainer. her ears flick in indecision for a moment and maverick's smile falters for a brief moment because she's never done this before. her intuition with people has always been precise and to the point.
he shoves his doubts away though, when she finally dips her head and bays gently at him. "you didn't miss your window, y'know. to ride her. she's gotten a lot stronger since we last saw you, too."
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 16, 2016 23:54:24 GMT
{
}
Parker had a feeling that Myr knew more than she was letting on. He swallowed heavily as the pokemon sized him up, suddenly feeling nervous and sweaty. His hands shook slightly around Egg, who chirped and squirmed in his arms. He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He chuckled nervously, patting the little pokemon in his arms before letting her back down, where she ran around Maverick's legs and crashed into Myr.
"Oh jeez still on about that?"
Parker grinned at Maverick, hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels. He figured he was high enough to try this, and rubbed his nose again. It was turning red with irritation with how much he'd been messing with it, but he hardly seemed to notice.
"Y'know what? Sure. Teach me Mav, this'll be good."
He smiled sincerely at Maverick, perhaps with too big pupils. He really really hoped this all went well and didn't result in anything worse happening.
"Oh! Yeah I've uh, been a little busy too. Got like....3 badges now? And a couple new pokemon. Heh, meet cracker."
He pulled a pokeball out of his pocket, showing off his new Arcanine. The dog pokemon looked around before eyeing Myr, and then deemed her not a threat. He sat back on his haunches, Parker grinning wickedly beside him. The duo looked quite fearsome, Parker with his wild and slightly unhinged smile, and Cracker with his yawning maw and sharp teeth.
"of course i'm still on about that. i told ya i'd let you, didn't i?" he doesn't say anything about it, but he's thinking parker's actually kind of strange. when he'd met him that first time, he'd been down to earth, calm. and right now he's kind of exuding a nervous, excitable tension. or maybe he's just imagining things. or maybe he's just misremembering the parker he'd met before; after all, it's been a while...
"cracker, that's--i--oh my god." he's taken aback when an arcanine pops out of parker's ball. so much for the baby pokemon he'd been talking about the first time they'd met. he looks at the pair of them in awe, but at the same time it's kind of sad. he has absolutely no idea why parker's hit him up out of the blue, how he even found him in the first place. it's just...weird. so his smile is a teensy bit forced, especially since myr gets put a little bit on edge with the appearance of the strong fire-type. she snorts and shifts a little closer to mav.
he whistles softly to her, coos that it's alright, and eventually she settles. trust goes a long way. "you're alright then, girl? ready?" he looks back up at parker while tightening his grip on one of myr's curved horns. "to get up, it has to be one fluid movement. she's strong so don't be afraid of hurting her. just grab her horn like this and swing your leg over like this." practiced ease has him pulling himself onto the skiddo effortlessly. she takes a couple of steps in place as he settles against her.
"you use her horns to direct her, but try not to be too jerky. she's smart so she's not going to have you run into anything." he snorts, lets go of her horns so he can drape himself over the back of her neck. he kisses the top of her head, rubs her ears with his thumbs, and then hops off.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 18, 2016 23:18:59 GMT
{
}
This isn't going well, Parker can tell somehow. Mostly it's the way Cracker is staring at him, snorting and butting his head into his stomach to try and push him over, make him feel bad for being high like this. But he can also tell in the way Maverick talks, in the way he stands, in the way he forces a smile and has to steady Myr.
It makes him feel bad.
It ruins his high if he's honest.
Now he's got a lot of cocaine in his system and he can't even enjoy it, the dab still itching at his nose. He rubs it again, snorting gently to make sure it's all in his system and sighs, motioning for Cracker to stand down. The dog pokemon lays on the ground and settles, glaring up at Parker with a mean look that says "fix this." He gets a little nervous, glancing up at Mav from under his lashes and sighs shakily.
He smiles, and he tries he really does. He pays attention, but gets a little shy when it's his turn to try. He takes a deep breath, veins thrumming, and grabs onto her horn, a bit too gently maybe. He pulls himself up a bit awkwardly and nearly falls off her other side, cringing as he feels her move underneath him. It feels weird, sitting up on skiddo, and he takes a deep breath, gently holding her horns. He pushes gently to one side to try and steer her, looking like a nervous wreck.
he reaches forward out of reflex, steadies a hand against parker's back when he sees him about to slip. something's really off. the nervous energy parker is exuding is starting to rub off on him and he jerkily pulls his hand back when he's sure the other boy is situated and ready. he can't quite read the expression on parker's face. his heels barely graze myr's sides and she rolls her eyes, only starts moving when maverick whistles for her to follow. he keeps a hand in her scruff and walks side by side with the two of them, fingers scritching gently when she leans into him.
"you haven't seen anything yet. myr?" her ears perk and then he whistles again, loud and sharp. she snorts and hooves clop on the ground as she dances in place, but then she moves. bounds forward. with maverick, her gait can be choppy, somewhat hasty, especially if they need to move fast. but she's smart enough to know that she probably needs to compensate. strides lengthen, the steady up and down movements of her back don't jilt her rider too roughly.
"make sure to hold on tight," he calls after parker. "she'll come back 'round in a second!"
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 23, 2016 16:49:14 GMT
{
}
Maverick's touch burns his skin. He feels the heat suddenly, a steadying force behind his doped up mind. He misses the contact once it's gone, frowns a bit at the thought of that, and yelps a bit when Myr speeds up. He hangs on tight, breath stuck in his throat. He can't breathe suddenly but he keeps up the act, knows to just suck in a deep breath and force his lungs to expand under the binder.
It's dangerous. He's been wearing it for three straight days. His ribs are bruised he can feel it as they painfully stretch out underneath the tight fabric. He's dying. He can feel it in his teeth, but then remembers the coke and realizes he's fine everything's fine but if only Maverick would smile and not look like someone kicked his puppy that would be great okay thanks.
Myr comes back around and Parker dazedly slides off her back, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Jesus that was cool as fuck."
He admits, a bit breathless as he pants beside her. He shakes slightly, from exhilaration and nerves and a good high ruined by himself. Briefly he wonders if Maverick would accept a good high if he offered, so he wouldn't feel so bummed out by himself, but doesn't offer. Doesn't want to see disappointment on that sweet face.
Cracker stands and approaches him, lazily sitting at his feet and raising a great paw to swipe at his side. Parker grunts and takes the blow, knowing it for what it is. Take the binder off you idiot. He swiped back and brushed a hand through Cracker's fur, gently berating the pokemon for it.
His teeth itch again as he looks at Maverick.
"So how's your journey been so far? Lonely? Fun? You catch any impressive pokemon since I last saw you?"
He ignores the fact that Cracker is butting into his stomach firmly.
myr used to be too small for kids to ride on, and it's only now, as he watches her stretch her legs with parker on her back, does he realize how strong she's become. there's something jilted about parker's movements on her back, out of sync, and maverick watches warily. at one point he thinks myr's rider might fall off. he's acting so strange. but then he reminds himself that he really doesn't know parker, not really. enough messages left ignored has made that clear.
he goes to step beside myr when parker dismounts. the skiddo bumps her head against his chest and noses against him, only relents when he gives her gentle scratches behind her ears. she chuffs softly under her breath, nibbles on the stubble on maverick's chin. and then myr snorts so maverick turns back around and watches as parker's arcanine swats at him.
he flinches because he can't help it and there's some sort of look on his face. he doesn't understand what's going on, not between the trainer and his pokemon, nor the trainer himself. and he's not one to just brush things under the rug so he asks, "uh, is--is everything okay?"
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Sept 9, 2016 0:03:53 GMT
{
}
Parker frowns deeply. He considers a lot of things. Considers admitting his high. Considers admitting what he really is. He does nothing for the moment, and simply basks in the awkward silence surrounding them before taking Cracker's large head in his hands and gazing down, brow furrowed. His eyes might be a little wet because he doesn't know how Maverick will react, never knows how anyone will react, but he figures if he wants this relationship - this friendship - to continue, he needs to be honest.
He can pull this off as his acting weird because his ribs hurt. He can save the highs for later. He takes in a deep breath, mouth twisting in pain as his ribs smart, and turns back to Maverick. He rubs the back of his neck, he breathes in, he breathes out, he looks at Maverick. Maverick never seems to change. He's still the cute kid he met from the city and Parker....Parker's on a dangerous path in life. Parker doesn't want to hurt Maverick in the long run, but in the short run of things he's always been selfish.
"Listen uhm....Mavvie.....I uh..."
His hand drops, and he looks away. His glasses slide down his face, Cracker sits behind him. He notices neither things as his face flushes red.
"I'm kinda.....trans. I just....maybe been wearing my binder too much."
He pulls at his sweatshirt, swallows hard as he blinks harder. Itches just about everywhere on his face nervously, feels that prickling deep in his bones and his stomach bottoming out, expecting rejection. Yelling. Screaming. Accusations. Anything to remind him of his family before, a misunderstanding. He was basically stressed over nothing, his greatest ability in life.
"It sucks you know? I hate my body. Hate everything about it really. But Cracker, and the rest of them, they keep track of me. Help me know when I've been wearing the binder too long. I tend to have perpetually bruised ribs honestly, just....you know...keeping it on and sleeping in it. I just....it sucks...."
He was rambling, hands twisted in his sweatshirt and wrenching it around. He was nervous, his gaze flitting anywhere but at Maverick.
1. PLEASE BE KIND AND WELCOMING TO EVERYONE.
2. NO ADVERTISING; PLEASE USE THE APPROPRIATE BOARD.
3. PLEASE KEEP THE CONVERSATION POSITIVE; DO NOT RANT.
SINNOH the roleplay was created by the combined effort of NOODLES and LAKE.
The current skin was created by PHARAOH LEAP OF WICKED WONDERLAND.
All site content belongs to its creators unless stated otherwise, and stealing will not be tolerated. Thank you.
