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.
a lone winged beast flies through the night, soaring, cutting through the sky as wings rippled. a push downwards, a pause, then another, staying just below the clouds. he extends a hand up, fingers protruding, reaching up to the white fluffs up above. he struggles to keep his grip around the dinosaur, slipping ever so slowly. he's fading, his leg's bleeding, he wants to close his eyes but he fears he might never wake up again. he doesn't want to die, not now.
it's been twelve hours since the incident, since he's somehow escaped arrest. he remembers it clearly, the screams, the gunshots, the thud the alakazam made against the floor, but it's more than that, he felt it. they were still linked, their minds, their thoughts. he felt everything, he felt the determination it had, the drive to stand and protect its trainer to the very death. gunshots, two, three, but more came reigning down. he felt the pain of each bullet, and he felt the cut, connection between minds no longer there.
it's a haunting feeling, one that he remembers even at the brink of death. he spent the day patching himself up as best he could, layers of dressings could not stop the bleeding, not when the bullet's still lodged in somewhere. he can't visit a hospital, he has no one to go to. it's clear that he's fucked.
he feels himself fading, grip loosening. he won't make it, eyes slowly closing, breathing slowing. the dinosaur soon changes its path, it's clear that they won't make it in time to snowpoint, not when they're that far away. body rotates, now soaring downwards towards bright lights. he can't see, his eyes have closed, his trust all on the dinosaur.
it lands in an alley, wings shrugging the man off as he ragdolls onto the floor. a roar emerges from the winged creature, loud and frightening as it takes off into the sky once more. it knows where to go, it heads back to snowpoint, to the hideout. but the man stays in jubilife, his lifeless body on the ground, white bandage wrapping his leg now stained in red. he moves slightly, forcing himself up but failing miserably. he ends up sitting leaning against a dumpster, his head hangs low as he slowly fades.
Post by lisanna hayes on Aug 20, 2016 11:20:08 GMT
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
Quiet footsteps would make their way towards a solemn alley; nary a soul present in the dead of the night. At least in this part of the city they weren't. The peace was enjoyable with perhaps one or two vehicles zooming past. Normally Lisanna would enjoy just a night at home although tonight had a few errands to run, one being throwing out the trash. A simple errand it was be, a simple errand it wouldn't be when Miss Hayes turned around the next bend.
FLOP! The trash bag dropped from her hands as the blonde froze, her eyes settling on a sickening sight. A young man laid before her, leaning against the dumpster. Was he even alive? Oh no.... The woman would swallow her hesitancy and race towards him, dropping on her knees besides the injured male. "H-Hey!" The medic squeaked with a quiver in her voice, unable to keep calm.
Had she just witnessed an assault? She was trained to heal but what did one do at such a situation? He was bleeding dangerously and even she could tell that he was in need of emergency care, lest he succumb to his wounds. He could just a random victim, or perhaps a wanted criminal. The woman was absolutely confused alas instinct took control in the end. This was absolutely terrifying.
A hand would reach out to his face and gently tap at his cheek, hoping to keep his eyes open. "Hey, look at me! Don't close your eyes, please don't," She'd urge the male, her visage expressing adequate distress. A hand would slip into her purse and she'd pull out her phone, dialing a quick number. "Don't worry, I'll call the ambulance. Just stay with me," Another attempt to keep him conscious as she'd await for the emergency call to be attended to, unless of course, the stranger stopped her.
any form of pain now numbs as breathing dangerously slows. he's used to it by now, the bullet wound on his leg not the worst he's felt; that belongs to the scar on his chest. through all the pain and torment he's been through he doesn't want to die, he's not ready to. so he clings on, eyes closed but he reaches for anything he can hold onto.
h-hey!
a voice calls out to him. he remains unresponsive but he locks onto it, uses it to cling on to the very fabric of life. a tap on his cheek would cause eyes to open, even if slightly. he can't see, everything's blurry, hazy. he makes out shapes, a person, and in her hand a phone.
the ambulance.
no, he can't go to prison, not after all the trouble he's gone through to escape. so he wills himself, forces himself to do something to stop her. a hand slowly raises, claws blindly at where he suspects the phone to be. he feels nothing, he's getting desperate. the lump in his throat builds, every attempt to speak ends with a whimper, a soft murmur.
he forces himself to raise his head, to look up, to allow his face to be seen. "n-no..." he whispers finally. it hurts to speak, to breathe, so he lets his head fall back down though eyes do not close. he stares lifelessly at the cold floor below. he places one hand over his pocket, trying his best to tell her somehow that his pokemon could help her.
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
'No' he whispered, the word's single utterance doing little to change Lisanna's mind. "No? Why?"She'd knit her brows and clicked her tongue at the tongue - all ambulances were busy. Dammit. "I don't...understand..." Eyes lowered to him notioning towards his pocket although the woman wasn't able to get the hint, instead she'd take matters into her own hands. A hand slipped into her pocket and pulled out a pokeball, tossing it besides her and summoning forth a ralts. The pokemon would quietly scan the bloodied male, unfazed by the slightest for she had seen much worse when at the hospital with her trainer.
"Telekinesis," Lisanna would order as she stood up, the ralts immediately performing what was asked of her and turned to the downed male. Liam would soon glow a dull violet and was raised off the ground, just enough for the woman to sling his hand around her neck and another gripping his waist sideways. He was heavy, no doubt but that's were Reina came in handy, the psychic type maintaining the telekinetic pulse to keep some of Liam's weight off her shoulders.
Lisa would slowly attempt to drag his body back home, the ghost of a night making it easier as she passed nearly no one of her way. It wouldn't be long before they'd be at her family condo. Meanwhile the woman would try to make small talk if only to keep him from drifting off. "Hey, do you remember your name?" She'd murmur, his weight now exhausting her petite frame.
the next thing he feels is himself being lifted off the ground. it's a weird sensation, he doesn't even see the violet that engulfs him. his arm gets placed around her shoulder and he feels something grab his waist. his feet hangs slightly above the ground, the tip of his foot scratching the ground on occasion. he somewhat understands what's happening and wants to help alleviate his weight. his uninjured foot reaches for the ground but he's too weak to do anything. it just hits it, bounces back up again.
he's never felt weaker. when his chest was slashed it only took him a few minutes before he was out cold and the next thing he remembered was waking up in a hospital. now he's experiencing severe blood loss, dehydration, starvation among others. he feels like shit, everything feels against him, but still he hangs on.
don't close your eyes.
he repeats that phrase to himself over and over again in his head, realizing that the moment his eyes shut would be the moment he fades. he blinks every now and then, does his best to keep his focus on the ground below, trying to find anything to keep him awake and active. then a question came, and he truly appreciates it.
"liam," he whispers in response. he has no energy to say much, even that took a bit out of him. his breathing slows drastically, an inhale and exhale about once every ten seconds. he's finding it increasingly hard to breath, and it shows in his breathing, it sounds terrible, like he was choking.
he feels himself drifting off again, so he asks a question, wills himself to. "y-your name?" he asks, voice raspy.
Post by lisanna hayes on Aug 22, 2016 16:26:09 GMT
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
Liam. She'd make a mental note of the name as she trotted towards a shoddy area, a direction away from home and what sparse inhabitants littered the area. As much as she'd have liked to have taken the man home, her condo would have attracted too much attention seeing how they lived in a rather well-off condo. But of course, while Lisanna didn't own a home or flat of her own - she did have a room in one of the rocket safe-houses. One that wasn't too far from here.
"Lisanna," The blonde would give her own name as she entered an alley and turned to a shoddy door at its end. "Reina," She'd turn to face her ralts, the pokemon immediately (albeit temporarily) strengthening her telekinetic hold which allowed Lisa to rummage through her purse and pull out an old key.
Shoving the key in, the door would creak open and let the trio into a corridor, the medic slinging his arm over her neck once more. "So, Liam," She'd kick up conversing again, only for the sake of keeping his awake as she switched on a few lights. The corridors were dark and a musty smell emanated from within, but otherwise the place was clean and kept surprisingly well for a rocket safehouse. It seemed none of the other tenants had returned, out drinking perhaps.
"Tell me, how did this happen?" The woman would grunt and ask as she entered her room, a tiny yet neat room. Gently setting him on the bed, she'd roll her neck as she took a step back. "Lie down," Moving away from the bed, she'd pull out a med kit and tie up her hair.
that's the only thing that stays in his head, just ringing, echoing to keep him conscious. he remains fixated on it, even tries to spell it, just tries anything to keep his mind concentrated. it ends up working, time passes by quickly enough. he's not sure how but he's done it, manages to stay awake even after they arrived. he hears a creak before he gets dragged in.
her voice helps keep him focused as they enter the building. he doesn't see much, it's dark, or maybe that was his vision giving in. his ears perk up at the mention of his name, listening to what she has to say. he finds himself sitting on a bed that feels too soft, unusual, too different than what he's used to. it doesn't take him long to fall to his side, an arm sprawled across the bed.
he lies on his back, his eyes stares up at the light that illuminated from above. it's mesmerizing in a way, and he almost loses himself to it but then he remembers her question. "i...i got shot," he speaks. he finds laying on his back has made it easier to breathe and even speak, but the pain still remains. he forces himself through it to speak again. "by a ranger." he owes her at least the truth seeing as how she risked endangering herself by bringing him here.
here. he isn't too sure where here is exactly, or what it is. he tilts his head to the side to look at her, her features too blurry to recognize. "wh...where am i?" he asks. he finds himself watching her actions closely, the retrieval of the med kit, the tying of her hair. it's keeping him awake, which was good. so he continues, hopes for more.
"w-why?" he asks, leaving it open to interpretation as exhaustion kicks in.
Post by lisanna hayes on Aug 22, 2016 18:46:15 GMT
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
Shot by a ranger. Lisanna's eyes flicker upward and fix themselves on his visage, the brightly lit room doing aplenty in helping her chalk out his features. He's exhausted, injuries and mayhaps even traumatized. It makes sense now why he didn't want the ambulance to be called; he was probably another rocket member and while she wasn't sure, the woman was definitely glad that he was more mellow than her regular clients.
"Doesn't matter. Just know that you're safe," Lisa have him a calm reassurance and hoped he accepted it. If he was rocket, he was definitely not based in Jubilife, that was for certain. She'd lower her eyes and rummaged through her kit, pulling out a pair of gloves and some scissors. Slipping on the gloves, the woman would sit her the male's legs.
"Don't move..." A solemn warning as she leaned forward and gripped his thigh with one hand, the other neatly cutting the trouser area around his leg. "Because...I don't wan't to...see you...die," Lisa would murmur discontinuously, her focus on trying to get the trouser leg off. Slowly but carefully most of the fabric around his injured leg would be off, just a little above the thigh still intact.
Slipping it off, the woman would knit her brows as she inspected the wound - a clear shot to the calf. "Why'd she shoot...?" Now equipped with a tweezer and pen torch, she'd inspect the flesh wound. Honestly it could be thievery or just another scuffle, she didn't really care.
he doesn't believe that, not one bit. he keeps his guard up, eyes always wary of the door next to him should anyone show up. despite his concerns he actually trusts the girl, enough to tell her most of the truth. her concern for him calms him a lot, makes this unbearable situation just a bit better. it's been so long that he's felt genuine concern for his well-being.
"why? you don't know me..." he replies. his thigh recoils under her touch. he watches her hand around the scissor, fixated on her smooth her movements were; metal rips through cloth, separates, divides. he can practically feel the cold metal against his skin, he thinks about how easy it would be for her to injure him even more right now.
he has no power anymore, no control over the situation. his head raises so that he can see her actions. soon fabric would completely tear off. he sees the tweezer and pen torch in her hands, dreading the inevitable moment where she'd have to dig the bullet out. the thought makes him cringe.
right now he's too vulnerable to care about hiding the truth, so he spills his guts, or some of it at least. "i'm a wanted criminal," he replies, forces a chuckle that just sounded like a cough. "a-attempted murder," he whispers, listing out one of the many charges. attempted's now morphed into actual murder, but the thought of it doesn't occur to him just yet.
with his free hand he reaches for her, grabs her arm, her shoulder, anything to call for her attention, to get her to look at him. "please... don't turn me in," he pleads.
Post by lisanna hayes on Aug 26, 2016 16:24:51 GMT
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
He was right, she didn't know him but by the way he spoke about his deeds, Lisanna's safest guess was that he was another Rocket member. Even if he wasn't, and was indeed a mere thug off the streets, the woman didn't care. She was a doctor and as one it came with the responsibility to heal the weak and injured, regardless of their past or deeds. But what amused her the most was that he was confessing his crime to her, knowing all too well that she could call the cops on him.
"Stay absolutely still now, Liam," She'd murmur as the tweezer went in, flesh shifting ever so slightly as it gripped the bullet and would soon attempt to dislodge it. It would hurt, but as long as the patient didn't shift too much, he would be fine. A sigh as she'd finally pull out the bullet. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she'd inspect the bullet before putting it aside on a plate and cleaning his wound. "Don't worry, I won't..." A pause as she pulled out the suture kit. "We're on the same side anyway," It was an assumption and a sly one at that as she eyed the male.
It he were really rocket, he'd probably understand. If not, well... "Do you have friends or family I can contact?" She wouldn't let him rot. That just wasn't her.
he clenches his jaw—pulls the sheets on the bed into a tight grip. he grunts, tries his best not to shift his leg as the tweezer digs into his flesh. he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the bullet leave the confines of his leg—still in tact, no broken shards that could cause issues. he relaxes a bit only to tense again at the mention of allegiances and sides. he shifts himself so that his he's leaning against his arms that stay planted on the bed. he's finally able to look at her.
"what side is that?" he asks, too suspicious, too paranoid at the possibility that this was a galactic hideout and he's right where he wants him to be. but the female seemed to have good intentions, especially so when she asks about his contacts. he shakes his head.
"i don't." family yes, but he's not going to get them involved—no friends either, none he trusts enough. he's alone. he understands that, accepts it. his arms give up underneath him as he falls onto his back once again. he hates this feeling—of not knowing anything—where, who, why. he sighs.
"just patch me up and i'll get out here," he says. he's caused enough problems for people and it'd be a shame if this nurse got caught up with his problems—though his main concern regarded his safety. he takes a moment to think before speaking again. "w-where exactly am i?"
Post by lisanna hayes on Sept 6, 2016 17:11:39 GMT
'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
He'd ask for a confirmation on which side she was speaking of, his paranoia causing the woman to tense up herself. Eyes flickered upward and gazed at his visage, the suture needle yet to pierce Liam's skin. "Team Rocket's, of course," A moment's deliberation was observed before eyes lowered and the needle was inserted and pulled with a forcep. It would hurt and this wasn't going to be quick patch up either, but he'd be better after this. She'd make sure of that.
I dont. Lisanna wouldn't think too hard on that, only assuming that he was perhaps a non-native or new recruit brought here from Kanto. That was what usually happened anyway. "Now hold on," Her voice got harsher as the final suture would be stapled down, the woman now pulling off her gloves. "You can hardly walk. Where do you think you'll go?" She'd speak with newfound authority despite dealing with a complete stranger and apparent criminal.
She should have been scared and asked for backup but dealing with criminals on a daily basis had instilled some confidence in her. Packing away the kit, Lisanna woukd stand and put the bag aside near the bedshelve. Eyes fell to the man, the weakness and anemia apparent on his visage causing her heart to hurt.
rocket. the organization has peaked his curiosity recently, especially since making their mark in sinnoh. he's immediately interested, drawn to the power that might accompany it if he does join. they'll accept him, he knows too much about galactic that they'd be stupid not to. the idea lingers on his mind even as the needle pierces his skin. he looks away, clenches his jaw as he waits for it to pass. he's uncomfortable with needles, finding them a bit too much.
"anywhere," he replies. he has a safe house up in snowpoint but he doubts he could even survive the journey there. he assumes the dinosaur's gone back there by now and in his inventory the only one capable of transporation was the arcanine, which would take him maybe a day or more to reach snowpoint. he struggles to find an idea, but his eyes stay locked on the female as she stood back up.
"i'll..." he starts to speak but trails off because he has absolutely no idea what to do. he's injured, but he still has his team to protect him. but the ranger was strong, not to be messed with. he's scared but he doesn't dare admit it, not yet. he takes the opportunity to try and stand up by rolling off the bed. his foot tries to plant against the ground but he's too weak, he slips and falls onto the floor, the patched up leg might have scraped against the edge of the bed and even the floor on the way down.
he's now laying faced downwards, cheek resting against the cold floor as he grunts in pain. he realizes now that there's no way he's leaving this place tonight. but he's worried, too paranoid to feel safe.
"i-i'm fine." he tries to parry away any attempt at help should she even offer it. a hand find its way back onto the bed but he has not enough strength to push himself off the ground. so he chooses to lay there instead in pain, and at this point he's sure he's injured the wound again.
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'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 
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