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.
last night she'd been in a stranger's bed. he'd fallen asleep somewhere around three, after the sweat had dried and warmth was sought for under a worn-down comforter instead of nora's skin. she'd watched him for the longest time, listened to his steady breaths, and wondered how the world could have gone this wrong. she breathed to herself that it was someone else's fault, that in the morning when he found his pokemon gone, he would blame that first person, whoever it was, that started all of this, that put nora here in the first place.
guilt is a snake burrowing its way through her heart. that morning in the bathroom of her dingy motel room, she'd tried to claw the ghosts from his touches off of her skin. now, though, now she's another town away and he's the last thought on her mind. her back still stings like nettles, but she tells herself that it's her own doing--her hands, her nails, her heart, not his. "i need a drink."
veilstone's a hub of activity. people from all walks of like skirt by her, though dusk has long since passed. she fiddles with the glove on her right hand, slightly anxious because she's not used to this, has never been here before. eterna had been big, but the crowds had been quiet, the people simplistic. she ducks into the first bar she stumbles across, nerves settling down once the buzz dies down and her eyes adjust to the dimly lit room.
there are only a few patrons in the bar and she pays none of them any mind. her skin is clean, pristine, hers, and it's going to stay that way. at least for tonight.
Through the woods we ran Deep into the mountain sound
[attr="class","mtnsndb"]situations morph, emotions release, all of it ending with the ranger being suspended. they call him a murderer, a disgrace to the rangers, but there he was, still around despite two prior fuck-ups. it motivates him in a way, to have that many people against him. when the day comes, and it will come, where he does at least a decent job, he'll be sure to enjoy the looks on their faces. right now there's only the issue of his suspension that's holding him back, and so he spends most of his time drinking, to pass the time, to drown his sorrows.[break][break]
veilstone's nice, not jubilife-nice, but still nice. a bar sits comfortably on the end of a road, at the corner, overlooking absolutely nothing. dusk's fallen, and with that so has most of the city; streets empty, sidewalk deserted. people are off partying somewhere, leaving the quieter parts of town even more quiet.[break][break]
rory's infested in one with no intentions of leaving any time soon. his eyes scan the dull place, a bottle of alcohol in his hand, just searching for anything, anyone interesting. eyes would soon land on a woman by the door, dark hair, a glove, his eyes follow her. a sip, a fix of his hair and off he goes, slowly walking, sidestepping past chairs, tables, anything that stood in his way. soon, a voice speaks up.[break][break]
"who are you waiting for?" a raise of his arm, another sip of alcohol, though not near enough yet. he knows her answer, he expects it, and so he asks another. "let me buy you a drink."
so much for that. she knows she looks the part, knows when men see her ruby lips, hooded eyes, they see sweat on her face and her hair knotted in their fingers. slut, skank, whore, and she wears the name the same way she wears her painted-on black dresses, stilettos she's dreamed of using to crush the windpipes of the worst of them. let's see if they can call her baby with a throat full of blood. and she thinks this, wonders if it shows in the backs of her eyes, when a pretty boy slides in the bar seat next to her.
mile long lashes flutter as she knocks her head back in a laugh. "so forward," she says, gaze sliding from him to the bartender. only when she has the gin and tonic in her hands does she prop her elbow up on the bar, swing her hips in the man's direction. she tilts her head and then has to tuck too-short bangs back behind her ears. fingers fiddle with the choker around her neck, and she knows she's only feeling antsy because her back still stings with the imprint of others' touch.
she wants to feel power, control, so she caves, reaches out to fiddle delicately with the hair above his brow. "you think you need to get a girl like me drunk to fuck a guy 's good looking 's you? you might look like hot shit, babe, but i know you're not." her chuckle is breathy as she slides her drink over to him. "drink up."
Through the woods we ran Deep into the mountain sound
[attr="class","mtnsndb"]he places the bottle against the counter, loose droplets of water splashing against the wood, staining it dark. not once did he divert his gaze, instead he keeps them locked on her, analyzing, admiring. he doesn't flinch when she plays with his hair. their close proximity to one another allows him to freely study her features; everything from the too-short bangs, the shade of lipstick, the choker around her neck. her appearance is enough to garner his curiosity, her words further drags him in.[break][break]
his gaze is finally broken when she slides her drink over. he stares down at it for a moment, not picking it up just yet as eyes travel back to the female. "and how would you know that?" he returns with a question. he smirks when she chuckles, tilting his head to the side before picking up the drink. he holds the glass up and says, "cheers." he takes a healthy sip, ice clattering against each other, eyebrow perking at the taste. he's not all too familiar with cocktails and he's only ever had this for a few times prior. he sets it back down and lets his hand hover over it for now.[break][break]
"it's no fun if i'm the only one drunk," he fakes a pout and slides her drink back over to her, the glass scratches against the wooden surface. "come on." he picks up his beer again and raises it up, lets it rest in front of her. "you'll be fine. i'll keep you safe." a wink and a soft chuckle would follow.
"mm, i give my secrets away for a price," she says, leans curtly back from him when he drinks. her eyes are unforgiving as they read his body language--arrogance from the nonchalant hunch of his shoulders, cockiness from his sideways smirk, the lilt in his speech. she knows these small, inscrutable traits like the back of her hand, just as she knows how he'll move, talk, walk in the bedroom. he'll whisper sweet nothings into her ear while he reaches for the hem of her dress and she'll press ruby lips to his cheek, whisper back, yes please and that's it, baby, right there. but she won't mean it, not when she closes her eyes and wishes she were anywhere else.
unfocused eyes come back to the present when he promises to keep her safe. she's taken aback and it's written all over her face, shock melting into a giddy laugh. "safe," she says. "that's a word for pompous fools." she props her cheek against her palm again, watches him with a tilted head. delicate fingers pluck her drink from his grasp and she tips it back. it's a welcome burn and it grounds her, slides back empty reassurances, enough to stop herself from flinching away from his greedy eyes.
"but how would you do it?" she breathes. "i'm curious." she leans forward then; fingers skirt against his knee, palm gliding up his thigh. "by taking me home? by hiding under tangled bed sheets where the world can't find us?" cheek to cheek now, she tilts her head, purses her lips against his skin. "is that how you'll keep me safe, babe?"
Through the woods we ran Deep into the mountain sound
[attr="class","mtnsndb"]it's like a game between them as words were exchanged. he stands his ground, controls himself to keep his cool even as her hands reach a bit too high. he slows his breathing when she nears, has to stop himself from flinching under her touch. it lingers on his skin. "mmm, doesn't sound too bad." both his hands remain grasped around the bottle as he pulls away to look her in the eyes. "it beats the alternative of going home, falling asleep all alone. that sounds boring." he's definitely not going end up like that, this night won't end like that.[break][break]
he gives her a little side smirk before shifting his gaze away. "snowpoint, jubilife, sunnyshore, which place sounds the safest?" he takes a sip of his drink. he moves it back and forth against the counter, letting the underside of the glass bottle scratch against the counter. it makes a sound that only seems to calm him, it's rhythmic. "or pick a place, anywhere in sinnoh." he doesn't even attempt to be vague anymore. he takes another sip.[break][break]
"i'll take you anywhere you want." he turns to face her again, slides the empty bottle away from him before gesturing at the bartender for one more. it gives her time to think, to decide on her options should she even accept his offer. "so, where to?"
"'s 'at all you're interested in? sleep?" she murmurs in his ear. she wouldn't call it boring. she'd call it safety, solace, and nothing but a faraway dream. if only someone had told her that it's okay to walk away, that she's lived her guilt over thrice times. she's gone on her hands and knees asking forgiveness, but she's been given no response. so it's head bowed, knees bent in other ways. punishment. safety?
it doesn't matter where they go. eterna, sandgem, floramora, either way she'll end up in a bed with damp sheets, hair plastered to her face, his sweat plastered to her skin. when he pulls away, she stops her taunting, dances her fingertips over his knee instead. half of her wants to drink more, drink until she won't be able to tell if his fingers are on her skin. she's done it before. but she's tired, only half-there with hollow eyes, and perhaps, she thinks, he'll be the first man to make her feel something. the first that doesn't make her feel like worms are crawling under her flesh.
she curls her fingers against her cheek, bites down gently on the tip of her thumb. "then take me to the inn 'round the corner, the one with the pretty balconies and silk sheets. i'm tired of dingy motel rooms." she reaches forward almost lazily, hooks the collar of his shirt and pulls him closer. "and then," she murmurs, "we can do anything you'd like."
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