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 8, 2016 2:18:13 GMT
Chapter One: Cocaine
The first time Parker tried cocaine, it was like seeing god. The first time he sold cocaine, it was like being god. He couldn't help but start his downward spiral early, left with not many options and a series of adults who only made him do worse and worse things for a quick buck. Cocaine seemed to take the edge off of everything that was bothering him, which worked well for him. He was happy when he was hopped up on cocaine, even when he woke up with a bloody nose and not really remembering what he'd done the day before. Shit got done though and people tended to look a lot more beautiful, especially the homeless people in the alleyways he shared.
In those days he didn't have a place to live, but he shared an alleyway with a beautiful woman who was hopped up on worse shit than him, but always shared. Cocaine was life to Parker at this point, and nothing could convince him otherwise.
Until he got the shit kicked out of him by his dealer.
Cocaine was still fun, but the revenge he got while sober was sweeter.
Chapter Two: Pot
Pot was less intense, but pot was really nice. Pot could invigorate him without incapacitating him, or it could couch lock him into oblivion. He always seemed to have a lot more money for pot than he did anything else, and dealing it was a lot less dangerous. Lot less coke heads, lot better pot heads just looking for a fix. Knives tended to stay in pockets and he mostly dealt with rich white kids with too much money who didn't complain when he jacked up his prices. His suppliers tended to be a lot more friendly too, with a nice high they tended to share a lot more.
Selling left room for a lot of opportunities, and eventually Parker was able to get his own apartment. Off the streets for now his apartment wasn't great, but it was a roof over his head and at least one meal a day that didn't come from the trash.
He'd never admit it, but he was grateful for the opportunities that pot presented him.
Chapter Three: Sold
Sometimes Parker wasn't sure why he bothered selling. He stood in alleyways and street corners, selling to addicts who looked a lot worse than he did. Rich white kids who were jaded with life and on the verge of death, hardcore addicts who sold themselves for a quick buck to buy their drug of choice.
Sometimes it made him feel sick.
Other times he just made himself as jaded as those white kids.
He found himself at first unable to sleep, thinking of dead eyed stares and twitching smiles, knives and guns poorly hidden on persons and the thought that one day he was going to die. And leave nothing behind.
He was so fucked, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Chapter Four: Young
They said he was too young to do what he did. Too young to hold a knife like it was second nature. Too young to be splattered with blood like he was. Too young for wild smiles and uncaring exploits, too young for raids and heists and burning down buildings with a cigarette between his lips. He never really listened to people but when he was in trouble, as he often was, sometimes he took those words to heart. He was somewhat scared of the world around him until Ramsey took him in, molded him into a perfect attack dog with just enough spite to make him really vicious.
They said he was too young, and he spit blood in their faces and laughed.
Chapter Five: Hit
He swears on his mother's life, the first time she hit him was a fluke. He was mouthing off to her, being a brat as usual, not dressing the way she liked. So she hit him, and immediately started to cry. Parker was alarmed, he didn't want his mother to cry but he himself was on the verge of tears from the sting in his cheek. From then on it was a vicious cycle, he'd act out for attention and get the wrong kind, not the kind he wanted. She'd hit him and he took it, because in his mind he deserved it. Why should the other kids suffer when he was the one causing trouble?
He'd never admit to feeling a twisted sense of love from his mother every time her hand or fist connected with his flesh.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 8, 2016 3:05:41 GMT
Chapter Six: Deserve
A lot of people in life would tell Parker he deserved everything in life that he got. Eventually he'd think this was true, and the result was rather self destructive. He burned down buildings, did drugs, beat people, killed people, and he always struggled to sleep at night afterward. Words buzzed in his head like an annoying moth that wouldn't fly away. He was also bad at analogies, but he digressed. He knew he deserved everything he got, and this came in the form of Adler and Maverick.
What he had with Adler was fleeting, something he deserved for all the bad he'd done in the world. He didn't deserve first loves or passionate flames. He deserved numerous one night stands with an uncaring partner who only wanted to fuck.
With Maverick.....Maverick was different. Parker liked to think he deserved Maverick as a universal apology for all the shit he'd been through. Maverick was so sweet and kind and everything that Parker wasn't, so it wasn't hard to love him.
What was hard was lying to him, and he knew Maverick didn't deserve that.
Chapter Seven: Whistle
Sometimes when Maverick whistles, it's like PTSD for Parker. He gets flashbacks, bad ones that leave him on the ground entirely prone and covering his head. Whistling had never meant anything good for him in a past life, where crew members waited on rooftops with sniper rifles. Whistling into comms meant duck, that people were near and bullets were too close for comfort.
Sometimes when Maverick whistles at Myr, Parker get's sick. He puked his guts out while Maverick stands behind him worriedly, and he has to assure him that the churning in his stomach is because of something he ate, and not because he's heard a whistle before and seen men drop like flies.
Sometimes, when Maverick whistles and remembers that Myr is gone, Parker has to hold back his own panic attacks and anxiety in order to comfort him. It's hard on both of them, this kind of life, but Parker has to learn to push aside the memories and fears in order to move on.
Sometimes Parker hears Maverick whistle, and sees his own death.
Those nights he doesn't sleep.
Chapter Eight: Dolls
Parker never liked playing with dolls. His mother tried really hard to get him into dresses, to call him "she," to get him to conform to something he never felt comfortable with. He had a collection of porcelain dolls that he destroyed one day, shards scattered across the floor. He got beaten particularly bad that, shouts ringing through the house about money and collecting nice things. Parker didn't care, it was a metaphor for his life. He wasn't some sort of doll for his mother to dress up, he may have been the baby of the family but he wasn't going to roll over and let her mold him to how she wanted.
He was his own man, not some sort of doll.
Chapter Nine: Daughter
"You're my daughter! Not some sort of freak!"
Parker felt like he'd heard this exact phrase a thousand times, and it was getting exhausting. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't feel anything other than the numbness she instilled in him. He didn't know how many times he had to make it clear that he didn't feel like a girl. How many times he felt like an outsider, how many times his ribs ached and his chest hurt from ace bandages dangerously wrapped around his chest. How he hated "blossoming" into a "lovely young woman" and how much it just....hurt that his mother was so adamant about him being a girl.
He was too young to understand such pure adult hatred.
Chapter Ten: Pray
Parker tended to pray. Not all the time, and not obviously, but he did. He prayed when his mother kicked him out, for safety. Unanswered. He prayed when he turned to drugs, for redemption. Unanswered. He prayed after he took his first life, for forgiveness. Unanswered. Eventually he stopped praying because what was the point in praying when his prayers went unanswered at every turn? He did find redemption for a short while, in bed with Adler. His redemption was cold and short lived for a while, where he ended up lost once more. After Addie, he prayed for love.
He realized in the end, laying with Maverick on the couch after a long night of movies and videogames, that one prayer had been answered. He had prayed for love and here it was in the form of some dumb young gangly kid with a cute smile.
Parker cried that night, small sniffles hidden and quieted. He prayed again, to keep Maverick by his side for as long as was necessary. Necessary being the key word. But he fucked up, he fucked it all when Addie came back with sultry words and a promise for love in the form of physical attraction. He took the opportunity and puked his guts out after they fucked.
He realized then that he didn't deserve his prayers to be answered, because he was just as bad as the rest of the world.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 8, 2016 16:10:28 GMT
Chapter Eleven: Venom
There was venom in Parker's veins. He felt it, like some sort of disease that he needed to deal with. It infected everything in his life, not just the little things. What he worried about the most was infecting Maverick, infecting that sweet smile and those starry bright eyes. Parker knew he wasn't worth much in the end, just some street rat with a lot of street cred and enough drugs to kill a lot of people. What hurt worst though was seeing Mav treat him like a normal human being, like he was worth something in his eyes.
It killed him inside but he craved it, craved that attention. The venom was in his veins, but that was okay because it didn't seep out, it wouldn't infect Mav until he inevitably brought him down with him.
After that, it was all downhill from there.
Chapter Twelve: Alert
It was something he had to be in order to survive. Stay aware, stay awake, stay alert, and maybe you'll survive the night. He took in deep breaths, he prayed, he kept silent and still and looked for danger. He did pretty well for himself if he was honest. He only got better when he had a crew behind him. Stay alert, stay silent. Stay safe right? Only then did he begin to relax, and make mistakes. He wasn't so alert all the time with other people to be alert for him, and that was a big mistake. They all suffered for it.
He'd never forgive himself for that one. Not after he saw their lives flash before his eyes.
Chapter Thirteen: Perform
If anyone ever accused Parker of having performance anxiety, he'd slaughter them. Skin them alive, strangle them, and a million other things he couldn't think of at the moment. All he was focused on was the stretch of pale skin that belonged to Addie, and his own heart hammering in his chest. His binder was gone and he was splayed before Addie, and he squirmed. He was so self conscious, this took so much effort and time and it was awful.
It was grossly poetic what they had. Parker had to perform multiple times in different ways. He expressed his affections in the only way he knew how, and they were never reciprocated.
His main performance was pretending he wasn't hurt all the time. Pretending he didn't crave affection and love.
Chapter Fourteen: Hospital
He hated hospitals more than anything. Mostly due to his lack of insurance and medical forms that required he put his "real" gender down for the best experience. Or the pitying looks he got when he wrote "female" but looked the way he did. Hospitals never meant anything good, especially not in is gang. Ramsey was always there though, holding his hand and making sure he was comfortable with what they were telling him. Through the bullet wounds and the knife wounds, through head trauma and malnourishment Ramsay was there.
Which only made it harder to leave.
Chapter Fifteen: Scale
His scale was broken. His fucking scale was broken and he couldn't really afford another one. He was upset to say the least, pissed the fuck off to say the most. He was sighing and bitching and wondering how the living fuck he was supposed to go and sell his drugs if he didn't have a scale to use.
It ended up being simple. Eyeballing it and inflating the price. He sold to rich kids too dumb and naive to realize he was giving them a ballpark figure, way too much money for way too little product. Despite his scale breaking and leaving him stressed out, he was fine now.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Sept 2, 2016 19:17:43 GMT
Chapter Sixteen: Easy
It was supposed to be easy. Supposed to being the key words. A simple in and out, with no danger. Unfortunately for them they didn't expect the store owner to have a gun. A really big shotgun to be exact. Parker was hit, blood gushing from his side and dizzy. Ray was above him, shouting something, but all he could think of was how easy this was supposed to be.
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