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 leah arkwright on Aug 17, 2016 9:36:45 GMT
leha laughs cruelly, and realizing with a sinking sensation of helplessness that she'll never get the answers she wants. having all her questions ignored just makes her want to curl up and forget about everything, and yet only seems to further the weight of the chains on her hands.
"dont--" she tries to use her bound legs to push herself away from him, and suddenly his concern for her becomes sickening, and she doesn't know what to think. the dressing removed a layer at a time, and leah's face turns into a glare. "how can you say that, and ignore everything else?" she demands, this uneasy, trapped sensation starting suffocate her.
how long has it been since she's seen the outside? it feels like a day, at least, has transpired since she's last seen the sun, and the dark room doesn't help her much, and all she wants is to be outside, to be free from this pain and her captor's toxic care. she winces as the new dressing is applied, and finally she gives up.
"just give up, would you?" she shouts, turning around so her shoulder isn't facing him, and instead her face is: her preplexed amber eyes, crisscrossed mess of what once was golden hair, now turning an old yellow in the dim light. "stop trying to make this better. just set your godforsaken mutt on me again."
her heart starts beating wildly again, telling her it's probably not a good idea to shout at the blonde like this, telling her it's very likely he'll do exactly as she asked. but a part of her just wants the stranger to give her a reason to spite him with all her heart, anything to replace the unsettling confusion, the gentle squirm and turn of her stomach whenever he came too close.
her attempts to deny his help and concerns would fail. her questions, words, were ignored as he dropped everything, shoving it hastily off to the side. with no mood to properly keep the equipment all he wanted to do was to fall back, to sit down but was stopped by the raising of her voice. eyes would meet, her glare only making guilt rise. feeling uneasy his eyes would look away, not willing to meet hers as he stared at the wall behind them.
whatever attempts he's made to try and drown out this guilt faded away in that moment, the mutt. it hit him there that the arcanine was only used for brutality and violence, and while the mutt was aggressive it had a good heart. it was just being used for all the wrong reasons.
he's given up, grip loosening on whatever he was holding before falling back, his back hitting the wall as he leaned. eyes would stare down at open palms, at the blood that stained them; he would've been fine if it was his blood, but it was hers, and it was his fault. he felt like he was suffocating, finding it hard to breath.
apologies meant nothing anymore as he stood back up, walking over to the curtains that covered a window. drawing them open a hand would twist a handle, the window creaking open to let a healthy flow of air in. he took a few deep breaths, calming himself down as he stared out the window.
this wasn't the smartest thing to do, the girl could scream, but at this point he didn't care, and a part of him suspected, hoped, that she wouldn't. "you need to eat soon," he spoke, "are you allergic to anything?"
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 17, 2016 11:15:02 GMT
he turned around and stared at the wall, and leah rattled on her chain with her good hand, trying to get him too at the very least, look her in the eye as she insulted him. it felt good to shout, to get it off her chest, to feel some ounce of relief from all of this. but then he looked horrified, terrified, and he sunk down agains the wall, staring at his hands, and leah looked at him, all traces of anger lost as she realized, somehow, that the man before her was entirely broken.
silence past, only punctuated by the drip drop of water in some long forgotten pipe. they both chose the same moment to break the silence. "are you o--"
the stranger stood up, and leah stopped mid sentences because she thought he was going to attack her again, and so she stopped and braced herself, shutting her eyes closed as he walked past. the only change, however, was the sudden attack of sunlight against her skin, against her eyelids that had grown somehow accustomed to the dark.
the suddenness of it hurt, but she forced her eyes open, one unsteady blink at a time, and caught sight of a blonde boy pulling aside the door to a window, resplendent sunlight tangled in his hair. and then she realized the stranger and the boy were one and the same, and the next question caught her so off guard that she had to blink several times before it registered. and them some more before she decided she was ready to answer.
"no." she hesitates.
"i--" she sighs. "forget it." it's not like he'll answer her anyway.
eyes would squint and pain under the sudden brightness. he must have lost track of time since it was still night out when he arrived. and now it was too late, eyes burning as he struggled to maintain his gaze. he feeling of sunlight on his skin irritated him, though once he would have embraced it. a voice would call for his attention back.
"you--" he mimicked, wondering why she decided to stop herself from completing her sentence. then he realized that it was most likely going to be another question, which have all ended in the same way. he guessed he owed her at least some answers.
"nobody hired me," he replied, taking a step away from the window. no birds chirped, it was dead silent as he approached her once again. the rattling of the chain was what caught his attention, eyes noticing the handcuffs and the rope that restricted her. they were easy to ignore in the dark, but now that they were in clear view he felt bad.
"i'm here because i lost someone. someone was taken from me," he continued. no more would be said. food could wait, he wasn't even sure if there was any downstairs. it's been a while since he's properly eaten too.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 17, 2016 11:54:59 GMT
and then her heart sank at his affirmation; that no one had hired him, that no one had ever told him to this, that this madness was all his own design. and she looked at him, and two things happened at once. she lost all the excuses that she could have made for him, lost all her fear, too, because she suddenly felt, or rather, knew, that he couldn't hurt her any more. but that didn't make her feel any better, and the excuse he gave for himself made her lose interest and glare at the ground.
"what do i have to do with any of that?" she asked, bitterly, not expecting answer this time. she wonderly idly if she's ever regain proper control of her aching limb, she wondered when she'd leave of if she'd ever, and when she'd be able to meet adrien again or her friends again. suddenly kalos felt like a dream to her, fresh air felt like a fantasy.
she looks up wearily at him, realizing she's spent the whole night with only fainting-induced nightmares, and suddenly her eyes feel heavy, her throat feels parches and her stomach is empty. "nothing," she says, her expression vacant, betraying nothing but her honest face: the face of tired, tortured girl. she had, of course, been deluded enough to want to thank him for offering her some sort of food, and ask him who he was. but now she just wanted rest.
his answers to her questions do nothing except make things worse, one answer leading to another question. her new question was ignored, though he suspected that she already knew it would. and fair enough his question was ignored too, only allowing him to nod at her response. the expression on her face told him that she was tired, and that she longed for freedom. as much as he wanted he couldn't let her go, not yet.
"i'll be back soon," he cleared his throat. he spared the girl one last glance before walking towards the door, not bothering with the lights since the sun was out. he opened the door but didn't walk out just yet, a hesitant look back at the girl before speaking. "t-there will be screams soon. please ignore them, you're safe, i promise."
and with that he'd close the door behind him, heart racing as emotions took over. it was time to confront the ranger in the other room, this time feeling a whole different set of emotions than he did with the girl.
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calm down.
he stood in the kitchen, water flowing out of the tap, bloodied hands held underneath, shaking, trembling. interactions with jason differed greatly than with leah, his actions brutal, cruel. but it was over, at least for now. messages have been sent, all he could do now was wait. time played a big part in this, the longer he waited the longer adrien would hurt. with a heavy sigh he turned the tap off, wiping his hands against his shirt.
back up the stairs he went, sandwich and a bottle of water in his hands as he climbed. there was no doubt that he was the last person the girl wanted to see, but she had to eat, and he had to find a way to calm himself down, blood still boiling from earlier. a turn of a handle was back into the room he went.
"h-here," he spoke, slowly approaching her as he extended out his hand that carried the sandwich and bottle. "this is all i have, sorry." he didn't know what to expect when talking to her.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 17, 2016 12:34:57 GMT
leah had slept on her own accord, and when she woke it it was to the dreadful music of a man's screams.
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when the door opened again, leah recoiled at the sound, pulling herself as far away from the door as she could, even though she had already done that, long before. even so, she did it again, in a vain hope that that would keep the monster away. "no!" she screamed, because now she was terrified again, and it didn't matter whether he was going to attack her again, it didn't matter whether she was going to die. all the mattered was that the man had either lost his mind, or his soul, or both, and there was no redemption from what he had done, from what she had heard.
"stay away from me." she didn't reach out to take the sandwich, she didn't look like she was capable of looking at the stranger for more than a second without an uncontrollable desire to scream or to run rising up in the pit of her stomach. she couldn't handle this any longer. she'd start o lose her mind.
and there he went again, apologizing.
"what is wrong with you?" she asks, disgusted, looking at the sandwich, wondering when the thought of accepting food from a lunatic had ever occurred to her. her stomach, too, was too repulsed to say anything, and no one could expect her to eat the sandwich in peace while someone else, someone maybe not too different from her, was dying below the floorboards.
he wanted to calm down, wanted the girl to help balance out the rage he felt, but all he felt was even more rage once he saw and realized how the girl was looking at him like he was a monster. and in truth, he was, there was no denying that. his anger in turn made him want to return to that room downstairs, fists balling up out of rage.
"i-i don't know." there was nothing he could say or do to make this okay, to make his actions seem humane. his hand retracted back, dropping the sandwich and bottle onto the floor as he took a step back, leaving some distance between them.
"i'm sorry you had to hear that." no amount of soundproofing could stop that level of intensity from leaving the room. he walked all the way back to the door and the wall that stood beside it, repeating his actions from last night as he slid onto the floor, leg extending out as he leaned. she looked afraid, terrified for her life as she huddled around that pipe. he had to let her go eventually, but he didn't want her to hate him afterwards.
"i'm not a monster," he said, though more to himself. "what i did was out of necessity." excuses, more excuses. hands went up to cover his face, breath warm against his palms as eyes shut. he didn't know what to do, and that feeling in itself was driving him insane.
"i-i'm sorry. i'm not sure how to explain any of this, or how to make this seem okay."
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
This was an emergency. She knew that but it didn’t mean that she had to like it. Adrian huffed a breath at the thought, having to work after hours at the behest of a certain blue haired man, but the information that was provided could not be overlooked. Through a certain source the woman had come into possession of a valuable cellphone number that would remain active for a narrow period of time. The source claimed that the number belonged to one Liam Summers and that he held hostages which prevent the ranger from attempting to pull more operatives. While Adrian did not doubt her own ability, she had heard rumors of what Liam had done. Going solo might not have been the best idea but letting him get away was much worse of an outcome.
That and the woman was too reckless when it came to saving lives for her own good. The second she heard there were hostages involved, she didn’t ask more question and began using the tools available to her as a ranger to track the number. Luckily it didn’t take her long to do so which led to the abandoned building in a matter of hours. It was mostly travel time but it didn’t make her feel better. The constant text messages to her phone didn't help things either. Her Absol had gone ahead of her to secure the premises in case there were bystanders nearby that could get involved. By the time that Adrian arrived this did not appear to be the case. “Chose a hell of a place,” Adrian mumbled to herself as stopped the car a decent distance from the building as to not be seen. Her phone buzzed again and her emerald eyes glanced over at sitting on the passenger's side. The messages flickered on the screen and her chest constricted reading the concern in each one, knowing that she could not give him details. She'd pick it up and text back quickly before returning to her preparations, loading the gun that was usually half empty at her belt and removing the safety.
If she got hurt then so be it. As long as she could extract the hostages then it was enough.
The dark type would return to Adrian's side as she closed the door to the car. Nodding to the pokemon, she'd throw out another pokeball preemptively for the Pyroar to appear on her other side. There was no doubt that this was necessary. She could only hope that herself and her pokemon would be enough for this. With a shallow breath she'd bring out her phone again and text one final reply - then she'd move in, readying her gun with her finger at the trigger. With the two feline pokemon the amount of noise they made were limited. The Absol would motion her towards the opened window on the third floor as if to signal her there to which the ranger nodded.
Her muscles tensed as she ascended the staircase towards the closed doors of the building. So far there was no screaming which could either be a good or a bad thing. Her chest was pounding as if she had just finished running a marathon. She didn't know what was going to happen past these doors but she was going to find out. Springing to action, Adrian used all her force and kicked down the door of the designated room. The gun poised itself forward and in the turmoil she'd walk in. "Freeze!" Despite everything her voice boomed confidently as her eyes settled on the visage of the man in question. Her grip on the gun tightened as her gaze briefly glanced to the blonde that was tied up, then back to the man.
"Step away from the girl and put your hands behind your head." Her Absol would walk in next to her and prepare himself to attack as well if things came down to it. Looking over the man that she had only seen in photos before this moment, his looks were rather deceiving. Looks like Adrien wasn't wasting her time after all. "You’re under arrest."
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 18, 2016 9:33:22 GMT
the sandwich falls pathetically onto the floor. leah, however, doesn't stop to watch it go. she's staring at liam, watching his fists ball up in rage, because she knows that he won't hurt her anymore, and the more she becomes convinced of this, the more she wants to becomes convinced of other things, as well. and her lips tremble when he keeps speaking, out of fear or out of pain or out of sorrow she doesn't know. she won't know.
she doesn't know what to believe, whether to call him a psycho, a lunatic, a sadist. ad yet he protected her, attempted, however pathetically, to treat her wounds, tried to give her some comfort in what could have easily been the room she'd die in. his words are something she'd like to believe, but leah doesn't believe in things as hollow as words.
she finally stops looking into his eyes, giving up on the intense stare, and glaring, hurt, at the floor. she breathes in, and then with sudden energy, she looks at liam again, eyes wet with tears yet again, even though her masscara has already left drying black trails down her cheeks.
"you know-- i, i want to believe you. but i can't. because this is too wrong, you're too wrong. nothing, nothing...can make this necessary." but somehow, the words she's saying, the preaching she's doing. she thinks liam knows them already, she thinks he knows the truth better than anyone. and she takes another breath, and she tries to speak out again, and she tries to reach him---
and then the door bursts open.
a figure clad in ranger uniform appears on scene, a gun pointed straight at liam. leah subconsciously freezes up, like the gun is aimed towards her, and finds herself unable to speak, paralyzed in fear.
he knew the words she said were true, nothing would make what he was doing, what he had done okay. it was a foolish thought to even have, to think that he could redeem himself or to make up for his actions. he understood her but still he wanted to say so much more. and he was going to, until the door burst open.
the lack of sleep caused him to have a delayed reaction to the sudden burst, but when he finally realised the intensity of the situation and just how bad this was, he tensed. "she needs to be taken to a hospital." his voice shaky, sounding broken in a way, but still he would comply with her orders, hands raising just slightly above his waist, palms now facing outwards.
there was no way he was going to put his hands behind his head. he wasn't ready to be arrested just yet, and he had no plans to be, not today at least. "bite marks--on her shoulder... stitches." he spoke, thoughts trailing at the end as he thought of a way to get out of this.
his mind lingered on one thing though; how did she find him? the idiot kept the same phone, not willing to part with it due to the memories it stored. that was his downfall, but even then the rangers shouldn't have his number. did someone give it to her, and if so, who?
he regretted recalling the arcanine now. he was close enough to the window to perhaps attempt an escape, but that was risky. for now he stayed put, determined to slither his way out of this. "don't be afraid," he whispered to leah, who judging by her expression was more than frightened at the situation. "you'll be okay." another whisper, more time stalled.
Post by Adrian Mastry on Aug 18, 2016 12:22:40 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
She was so close. A single shot and this nightmare for Arkwright family would all end. The ranger would be lying if she said she was not tempted to pull the trigger aimed straight at his heart... but would that really end it? Her eyes would follow each movement that the man had made, her limbs remaining stiff as she'd gauge his reaction. There was a high possibility that he'd retaliate after all. When he didn't - when he spoke out to here with words of distress - her gaze narrowed though her eyes never left the man's figure.
So far her demands were somewhat complied with. He moved his hands up but not behind his head. He'd plead for her to help the girl who sat one the floor that had yet to say a word since she entered. It was all taken in with much skepticism. There was no way that this was going to end this easily. There were to many stories for this to end on such a note. Liam had done this himself so why was he acting so amenable? Was this Lima syndrome? Hearing about the death of Adrien's grandfather at the hands of this man... now the torture of his sister and the other man in his life - seeing it firsthand...
Adrian did not trust this one bit but without moving her gun away, she whistled for her Absol's attention. She did not want to forget the reason she was here to begin with. "Go over to the girl and untie her," her tone remained authoritative. The white furred pokemon cautiously approached now, walking past the man in question to stand by the girl's side. He would try to use the horn on the side of his head to cut the girl free from her confines, using psycho cut to help with the handcuffs and trying to help her up afterwards.
Her duty as a ranger had her holding the gun but it also kept her from taking his life. While she had no personal vendetta, aside from causing her to lose sleep over this, he caused too many problems for the rangers. He needed to be taught a lesson. That this was not okay. Once Absol was able to do what he was told, Adrian would take matters into her own hands.
And that what caused her to pull the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot rang throughout the building and permeated the atmosphere. The recoil barely caused the woman to flinch from the shot, her eyes following down the barrel of the gun to her target. Her aim wasn't off but it had shifted away from Liam's chest and was targeted towards his right leg. The point was not to cause pain, though that was an added bonus, but rather to impair his movement in case he tried something - anything. She didn't want to take any chances here and she'd face the consequences later. Her patience here was already thin as it was and either way the shot was to count as a warning shot.
She'd realign the gun to prepare for another shot. "Where's the other one?" she would demand with the threat of another shot being fired. The next one up was her fellow ranger. It was not as if he was incompetent either so the fact that he was kidnapped to begin with was disconcerting.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 18, 2016 13:23:25 GMT
leah might be dependent, maybe even sick to her stomach, but she's not entirely insane. she doesn't want to be stuck in this building, with only a small window letting sunlight in. she fumbles awkwardly to the side, using the absol for support as she lets the ranger inch closer, the woman ever so clamly holding her gun. but she feels sick, seeing liam shot. he didn't derve to get shot, was the first thought that echoed through her mind, and all the other resounded in agreement.
liam's maniacal laugh has her scared, and she stares at him in brief horror. adrian's words were drowned on liam's, and she wondered briefly, finally allowing herself this thought, who was in the basement. was it adrien? she didn't want to think, she didn't want to know. "don't hurt him," she said, softly her voice a tiny whisper and she grabbed onto the soft white fur of the absol, something so drastically different from the cold floor she was used to. leah's head was hurting. she didn't want to leave, but at the same time she longed to remove herself from this terrible cell, and through it all, she looked at liam.
then slowly, she stood up, and left, saying a simple: "goodbye" as she went. she probably owed him that much, she thought.
eyes would watch the absol warily as it walked past him, the sharp blade on its head causing a shiver. he felt somewhat relieved at the fact that leah was being helped, albeit by a pokemon. with his gaze shifting between leah and the absol he'd whisper a, "thank you," to adrian as he turned back to face her. he didn't expect her to give him any opportunities to escape, nor did he expect the fucking bullet.
bang.
a bright flash illuminated the room for a split second, ears ringing as eyes glanced down at the sudden numbing of his right leg. it didn't take long for the leg to give up; the strong one, the one that needed to carry the extra weight that the other one couldn't. without it he fell, crying out in pain as he hit the ground. immediately his right leg extended out, blood oozing as a hand reached out to grasp it.
his breathing quickened, heart race increasing. adrenaline took over for now, making the pain somewhat bearable as he desperately tried to cover it with his hands. though no matter how hard he tried blood kept pouring out, and in that moment he panicked.
"you shot me--" a deranged laugh escaped his lips, almost in disbelief that the ranger shot him, an unarmed man. it wouldn't take him long to notice leah on her knees near him. "it's fine--i'm fine," he told her, though his voice said otherwise. he laid on his back, his hands could reach for his pokeballs right now but he refrained. he'd look back at the ranger, keeping up a brave face but he could not hide the pain in his eyes.
"he's downstairs," he replied, eyes looking at the medical kit off at the side. oh how badly he needed it right now but he could not bear himself to move, afraid of another shot that might come especially since the gun was still pointed at him.
"i'm not going to run. stop pointing your gun at me."
Post by Adrian Mastry on Aug 18, 2016 14:45:10 GMT
give it up
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY BUT YOU NEVER GET IT RIGHT
There was no remorse in what she had done and watching the criminal double over gave her more security over the situation. This was not her first time shooting her gun but it was the first time that she would use it on a living person. The heart wrenching screams that filled the air forced more adrenaline into her veins, yet she imagined that it paled in comparison to the screams of the victims hours before. Adrian's expression remained cold to the suffering of Liam who was now bleeding out and laughing like the madman she expected him to be, but now her gaze did drift to the other person in the room who had screamed a different tune.
"Oh no," she whispered to herself as she eyed the sister that fell to her knees. The victim didn't want to see her captor get hurt. Developed some empathy - a dependency - on the one that tortured her. This was stockholm syndrome at its finest. At that the woman exhaled an irritated breath as they conversed briefly. She should have expected that if her brother had issues then the sister would also have issues. She would have never expected this though. Now she had two headcases in the room with only one of her to deal with them. Great. Pushing through the annoyance that this would prove to be. This was going to get messy.
As Liam would speak once again through his pain, her gaze moved right back to him to make eye contact. He had the nerve to tell her what to do in his position. At the least Adrian could commend him for the bravery. "You think after everything you've done that I'm going to believe you? I think you lost that right long ago." As aggressive as Adrian was, she'd spare Leah another look before taking a few steps forward in an effort to get between the two and separate them. With her sitting so close he could just as easily reach over and keep using her as a hostage. "Move your hands behind your head. Now."
She'd adjust her aim on Liam to get a better shot on him in case he tried anything else. If he complied then there was no more reason to fire the gun and it would keep being a safety precaution. What she was worried about was the girl. She told Adrien that she would handle this and that meant getting his sister out safely, no matter how attached she was getting... even if she had to handcuff her herself and deliver her back into her brother's arms. "Back away from him Ar-" she stopped herself from completing the last name. It was out of habit she would think to address the sister by last name and hopefully that didn't give Liam any ideas. Recovering her sentence quickly she continued. "-Miss. Don't trust him after what happened."
The dark type remained as silent as always for the duration of this, even as the girl thanked him. That said when the girl fell to the floor again he'd try to help her back up, nudging her with his head gently to encourage her forward. Adrian would remove one hand from the gun to bring out another pokemon behind her, a Chansey appearing at the doorway this time. Hoping that the girl would follow her command, she now spoke to her pokemon. "Absol, you heard him. Take her out of here and get the other one out. Chansey, give them first aide outside." While the Pyroar was already on the move downstairs, the Absol would remain with Leah as long as she refused to move. She clearly could not move herself without much assistance. Chansey chimed her name but hesitated to leave the room due to the tension and how much blood was covering the floor from the gunshot.
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