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 NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 12, 2016 5:17:00 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]music pounds in her eardrums, she feels it from her fingers to her toes, sending her through the crowd in one swift movement, ass meeting crotch as she splits seconds of motions and intimate motion. her tongue is numb, her face is numb, her thoughts are high. colors blur, faces mix, man to man, man to woman, woman to woman- take a hit, keep walking, take a shot, stumble. higher, higher, she had to drown it out, get to the peak of her night even if death waited nightly. eyes red, body shot, slumping, the world spins.
just to forget...
it's cold. nikki realizes she's outside of the nightclub, in the back alley where a couple of college kids are shooting up. she feels temptation pull at her, feels every ounce of her body want to slump against that dirty, piss-stained wall to get a taste of that good life--
but she made a promise. even now, she could remember that. inhibition shows signs of existence. people whizz by outside of the alley, every sound is a amplified, every color brighter. she sees the world with new, better eyes.
glass shatters. the first thing she sees is smoke-- breathe it in, take it all, don't let it go-- screams. danger? no.. rangers. breaking up shit? college girls stumble past her- she falls, she gets back up, eyes set on one man-- or was he many?
regardless, she'd hurl herself at him with weak fists. "YOOOOOOooooo, leave 'm allooone!"
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the one night he was forced to work of course he'd get dispatched to a nightclub. he was pissed that he had to work, he had better things to do, like go visit a nightclub under normal circumstances. but alas being a sergeant meant more responsibilities, and some of them he couldn't say no to.
the nightclub was as one would expect; loud, smelly, and full of teenagers wanting to let loose. he was called to check out a situation in an alley where some were suspected to be doing drugs. drugs were not an unknown to the man, he's experimented with it in the past but it never caught on.
he showed up and the suspicions were proven correct. he'd move through the alley, kicking at bodies on the floor telling them to get up and leave. "fuck off-- go home." he repeated as he walked. soon the crowd scattered, stumbling along as they ran. this wasn't according to protocol but if he had to work he was going to do it his way. a girl then flung herself at him, weak fists pounding.
"yooooooooo." he mocked. her breath reeked of alcohol among other scents. it didn't look like she was part of the drug group so he assumed she came from the club. nose and face would turn away from her. "you smell like shit. go home." instructions were clear and simple. though a part of him pushed on, curious just how much fun could be had with the drunk. "aren't you a bit too young for this?" he asked, not really expecting an answer in her state.
"do i have to arrest you?" hands would reach into his pocket to pull out a pair of handcuffs, showing it to the girl.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 12, 2016 12:42:03 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]she doesn't have one fucking clue what he just said, but those cuffs look mighty nice. she giggles in his face, tapping the metallic things with a finger before taking a step away. "aight aight, sorry man, sorry," she shrugs, casual as ever. "i just wa'na- show my buddy- hey luz, come 'ere!" her head turns to the alley as if she's calling an old friend- attention would be diverted, giving a certain pikachu just enough time to come raining down from the roof above Rory, mouth open and paws greedy as it aims to snatch the cuffs away from the sergeant. they're tossed to nikki upon retrieval-- the girl's already giggling furiously at this point, but the moment isn't celebrated until she falls upon him, securing the stolen cuffs on his own wrists. One on the left arm, one on the pole next to him.
"AAayyy," she grins, glancing aside as a different pikachu erects a LIGHT SCREEN in front of the alley-- they can see out, but seeing in is a different story.
And yet, steel is in her hands in the form of a concealed pistol. She plops onto the ground, pulling out a cigarette as she points the thing at him.
"You're doin' a greaat job at arresting me, officer~".
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he wasn't sure if the girl was batshit crazy or just really drunk. either way he wasn't expecting any of it; not the distraction and certainly not the pikachu. "fuck--" handcuffs were easily snatched away, thrown to the girl only to be pushed onto the ground, momentum playing a factor as he tripped and landed on his back, his head narrowly missing the ground. then came the pikachus, and suddenly they were isolated in their own little alley.
definitely batshit crazy.
"you're fucking insane." chuckle escaped his lips, almost in disbelief at what transpired. he was overpowered by a girl and her pikachus. the gun was almost ignored as this wasn't the first time he's been held at gunpoint nor was it the first time he's been in cuffs. the cuffed hand would tug against the pole. he didn't really understand the severity of the situation just yet.
"that was pretty smart, i'll give you that." he looked at the pikachus then back at her. he was a bit worried about her mental state and that she might just randomly pull the trigger. a hand out to shield the gun he stared at her. "gun down. let's talk about it."
keys to the cuff were accessible, kept safely in his pocket for now. pokeballs were there too but it was too risky to make a play for them. for now all he could do was to distract her and hope for the best.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 12, 2016 17:29:32 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]"ah, shit, i fergot yer shit, she grumbles, eyeing his belt with a frown. A quick whistle from Nikki and a pikachu clings on to Rory's left arm, little teeth nibbling on his sleeve. "GREY! I thought you got past tha' chewin' shit, knock it off!" The holler is ignored, and the rat goes on as it pleases. "'Nyway," she sighs, free hand pinching her brows together, the look of annoyance obvious even on that wasted little face.
"The fuck are you going on about?"
One shot fired, aimed to the space between his legs. The bullet ricochets, flying back at her, threatening to graze her cheek. She doesn't flinch, instead she's deadpan ahead. Man, she was tired. She'd been up way too long, and the euphoria of being in the party scene was gone. Exhaustion takes its toll, and the alcohol doesn't help. She grunts, shoulders slumped. A quick volt from her other pokemon and eyes snap open; she immediately stands to attention with a cough.
"Right, right sorry. If ya move, he'll get ya~!" she waves both hands in his face, getting a bit too close, all emphasis on the last two words. Nikki presses herself against him, drunk fingers invasive as she reaches behind him for the keys to the cuffs. "'Scuse me, han'some" she grins, chin resting on his chest as she looks up at him briefly before dancing away with her prize.
"Oh, wait.."
She knew was forgetting something. How silly. For a moment her legs seem stable, her eyes narrow- the gun is pointed to his head with steady hands, teeth bared in a snarl- or is it a smile?
"Pokeballs, now. Pull any funny shit and I guarantee you'll regret it."
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"fuck off--" he wriggled his arms in an attempt to get rid of the mouse that bit on his sleeve. this was getting ridiculous, his patience depleting as the mouse continued nibbling. then came the bullet. stunned eyes stared at her who didn't even flinch. "you crazy bitch." bullet aimed anywhere else would probably have gained lesser of a reaction, but those were his most valued parts.
he noticed the pikachu and how it seemed to zap the girl back to life. this was no ordinary girl, at least not in the head. and for once he actually feared for his well-being. he's never had to deal with crazy before, or at least not crazy on this level. all his past encounters seem tamed now.
"don't you dare--" too late to interject now as the girl frisked him for the keys. head would tilt away as she rested her chin against his chest, breath still reeking from her night. and when she finally pulled away he breathed a sigh of relief that would only last a few seconds.
gun pointed between his head he had no choice. "fuck you." voice annoyed now as he slowly reached into his pocket. three pokeball were taken out. he placed them gently on the ground. one pokeball remained, but she didn't need to know that. he wasn't sure which of his team remained but he hoped for the best.
"you're fucking dead the moment i get out of these cuffs, you bitch." he found the time now to just take a good look at her, trying his best to remember her face so he could provide an accurate sketch later. though something about her seemed familiar. still cautious about the gun he spoke again.
"mommy issues? daddy issues? or both? someone must have fucked up real bad for you to end up like this."
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 12, 2016 18:08:18 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody"]"you're makin him mad," she notes, glancing at the pikachu attached to rory. the shaking warrants warning sparks, albeit harmless. Nikki gladly plucks the pokeballs off the ground, gun still aimed despite her change in position.
"Funny that a ranger only carries 'round three," she grunts, glaring at the man. She's too tired to care-- she has the keys, three pokemon, and his dignity. The stupid, drunk shit-eating grin returns as her arm falls back to her side, gun fitting nicely back into its holder under her skirt.
"How ya gonna find me?" she glances up at him, genuinely curious. "Y'seem pretty dumb, if you got in this position in the first place." She dusts herself off, stretching with a yawn as she glances over at the fading light screen. "You gonna scream?" she sighs, reaching in her bag for a roll of duct tape.
"Ya deserve at least a few more hours out here. Grey." The Pikachu's ear's perk up as it stares as its trainer. Oh. Was it that time already? Pika~. He holds on tight to the male, harmless sparks turning into anything but as it sends the THUNDER WAVE from its own body into Rory's. Nikki has already swooped in like a hawk, tape wrapping around his entire head as she man-handles him, carelessly rough as she maneuvers him.
"Sleep tight, handsome."
A wink, and she's gone.
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he could only hope that the three he gave her weren't important to his team. "i ain't that dumb. just watch your back." he warned. his eyes would look over to the sparks that jumped across the pikachu's cheeks. the thing didn't look scary or even dangerous, but he knew not to fuck with electricity. when the gun went away he thought he had an opportunity to release whatever was left to try and salvage this situation.
the lightscreen was fading away. "you fucking bet." duct tape. typical. a few more hours. ears would perk up. there was no way he was going to spend hours cuffed like this. but when he tried to call out a pokemon the thunder wave came through just in time to stop him. his body shook violently for a few seconds and when it finally stopped the man was out cold. there was nothing else he could do.
the morning after a squad had to be dispatched to rescue him. the media had gotten word of it as well. and even though he was publicly humiliated he remembered everything; the girl, the pikachus, and more importantly, her face. he'll run into her again soon.
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