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 THÉODORE ÉMILE on Aug 17, 2016 1:31:55 GMT
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Theodore Emile was in some deep shit. He knew this as he walked through the slums of the old entertainment district, ramrod straight as he tried to escape his pursuers. You'd think he'd be better at this, being Galactic, yet he still couldn't defend himself.
He felt truly fearful for the first time since he killed his rapist.
And here were three more, tailing him like the drunk puppies they were. He dove down an alley, hitting 1 on his phone and watching Oliver's name pop up. He was on speed dial for a reason, but he paled as the call went to voicemail. Suddenly there was a scuffle and a thud as he slammed into concrete, head spinning as his phone skittered away.
He was manhandled and violated, not wholly, they all seemed to be unable to get it up, but they touched him and rubbed their filthy hands all over his once clean body. They bit and bruised him, roughed him up, before leaving him in the alleyway.
He sat there, staring at the sky as the night bled into dawn, realizing his phone was still a ways away. He crawled to it, slowly, and picked it up, feeling his breath catch in his throat. His phone had recorded some of the scuffle and the yelling and sent it to Oliver.
He sat back against the concrete wall in the alley, texting his coordinates to Oliver and waiting. Too scared to move, he released Lenore from her pokeball, patting the small smoochum and holding her in his lap.
Oliver always woke up early, and today was no exception. He groaned groggily as the alarm went off next to his bed, turning it off and reaching for his phone instinctually. Weird, it was dead. Normally he never let that happen, in case Lisanna had an emergency. Rolling out of bed, he stumbled over to his desk and plugged it in, going through his usual routine to get ready as it rebooted and charged a bit. A few minutes later he noticed there was a voicemail from a number he didn’t recognize, his brows furrowing as he played it. The message wasn’t very long, and a lump formed in his throat as he heard the obvious sounds of a fight.
Was that Theodore’s voice? Shit, he couldn’t tell. He saw that there was a text from that same number, coordinates that he quickly determined to be in the next town over, in the abandoned part of Canalave. He was already locking up his condo as he called the number back, and then climbing into his car and quickly plugging his phone into the charger. Soon as there was an answer, whether it was actually picked up or the voicemail, his panicked voice filtered through.
“Hello? Theodore? Shit, I’m on my way,” Oliver promised, going a little too fast down the street as he kept a careful eye out for cops and pedestrians. “I’m close, over in Jubilife. I’ll be there within the hour- are you okay?”
Post by THÉODORE ÉMILE on Aug 17, 2016 20:56:15 GMT
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Theo answered the call slowly with trembling fingers, putting it on speaker phone. He listened for a brief few seconds, listening to Oliver breathe over the line and letting it make him feel safer. He sighed then, running a trembling hand through his hair before glancing around, making sure he was alone.
"I-I'm not okay Oliver."
His voice trembled with unshed tears. Lenore cooed from her position on his lap, trying to comfort to distressed demiboy. He leaned his head back against the concrete and sniffled, and blinked back the tears in his eyes.
The longer the silence dragged on, the more worried Oliver felt. He was about to keep talking, when he heard the trembling voice through the phone. As much as a relief it was to hear that the young man was still breathing, the broken tone was heartbreaking. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I could have Canalave police and an ambulance there in five minutes, if you want? I’m just getting out of Jubilife now,” Oliver struggled to sound as calm as he usually did, the blonde still getting easily worked up over victims even after all these years.
“Just stay on the phone with me, okay? Is there any chance you’ll be attacked again before I get there?” The ex-detective was already half convinced to contact the police department over there regardless, wanting to make sure the brunette was safe.
Post by THÉODORE ÉMILE on Aug 18, 2016 23:35:37 GMT
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Theo considered his options. He really didn't want an ambulance or police to find him, he didn't want to be a victim here even though he really was. He didn't want them to find out who he was, where he really belonged, where he was going.
"D-don't call them. I just want....you...please..."
He choked it out, tears blurring his vision. As for his attackers? He was sure they were long gone after they figured out they couldn't get it up and have their way with him.
Quietly Oliver cursed, going a bit faster once he was out of the city and on the connecting route between the cities. He wanted to get the police there- he wanted to make sure Theodore was safe. “Alright, alright, I’ll be there soon. Just stay put. You’ll be okay,” the blonde assured the other, his gut twisting when he heard the broken sob. Damn it all.
“You don’t have to say anything, just stay on the line with me, okay? If I hear anything else happening, I’ll get the police there soon as possible,” Oliver was rambling and he knew it, the blonde nervous as hell. He didn’t like that plan, truthfully, as he worried that the cops wouldn’t get there until it was too late… “Damn it, Theodore. I’m sending a squad car there. I’ll tell them to just wait until I get there, alright? I just need to make sure you’re okay,” the ex-detective quickly crumbled, knowing he was still quite a ways away.
“I’ll call you back in a minute, alright? Soon as I inform them of the situation,” the blonde hesitated, not really wanting to get off the line with Theodore either.
Post by THÉODORE ÉMILE on Aug 19, 2016 22:37:43 GMT
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Theodore's breath hitched in his throat. If a squad car showed up.... no. Oliver wouldn't let anything happen to him right? They wouldn't be able to take him in, he was over 20 for fuck's sake. He was perfectly legal to do as he pleased when he pleased and if they thought he'd been kidnapped, as long as he explained he was fine he was okay right?
"O-okay Oliver. Okay. I can wait. If it makes you feel better call the police."
His voice wasn't much higher than a whisper. He hugged Lenore closer to him, trying to ignore the coil in his stomach of pure tension. He sighed into the phone and let the call disconnect before locking the screen, staring up at the rising sun.
Oliver nodded even though he knew the other couldn’t see him, hanging up the call before pausing for a moment. Instead of calling the department directly, he called one of his good friends on the force. The guy was off duty, but he called in a favor. Just a few minutes of babysitting and they’d go ahead and say that they were even. After a couple poker games, he was owed a fair amount of money after all. It didn’t take more than a couple minutes and a few harsh words from Oliver, and he immediately called Theodore back.
“Alright, I’m sending my friend over. He won’t be in a squad car, instead his is a kind of run down old, black SUV. He’ll be there soon. I told him to just hang around and make sure no one bothers you, okay?” Oliver started rambling as soon as the younger man picked up the line, knowing he was probably talking too fast but not really caring. After that he was silent for the most part, just wanting to stay on the line in case something happened. He kept asking if his friend showed up until the man was there, and he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It was about half an hour before Oliver showed up himself, and he thanked his friend for coming out before he moved over to sit next to Theodore, leaning heavily back against the wall. Just looking over the brunette made his gut wrench all over again. “Are you…” He trailed off, not asking if the other was okay again- he already knew the answer to that. “Are you hurt bad?”
Post by THÉODORE ÉMILE on Aug 21, 2016 23:43:52 GMT
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Theo was having a hard time focusing once the line went dead. His thoughts kept wandering, flashing to the worst case scenario and wondering what would happen if those guys came back. He took a minute to answer the phone again but once he did, it felt like he got sucker punched. Oliver was talking fast and all he really registered was that the guy wouldn't be in a squad car. He answered with a pitiful whimper but nodded to himself. He could handle this.
He stayed on the line, answering a broken "yes" when the guy finally showed up. He spoke quickly with the off duty officer, cheeks coloring as his gaze roamed the kid but otherwise said nothing. He didn't want to move, he wanted Oliver to help him.
Once he showed up it was like the tightness in his chest finally unfurled, and he relaxed against the wall. He knew he looked a mess, hickies littering his neck and lip busted up a bit, plus his ankle smarted. He had wet irritated tracks down his face and his nose was red.
"My ankle hurts and I have a fat lip but...they didn't get far..just some uh....'heavy petting' I guess."
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