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 14, 2016 6:04:59 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"]"yer on a one-way track to completely ruin this night." she shoots him a glare, downing another shot while he continues his interrogation. "f'ck off, kill yourself," she slides out of her seat, barely steady as she lands on her feet. the world feels a lot better standing; alcohol really is kicking in. "An' don't think I won't follow through the ssecond" extremely heavy emphasis on the word, her foot stomping, "we walk outta here."
he asks for her name, she turns away. another shot on the way and she's leaving him behind as she goes to vanish into the raunchy, loud, sweaty and grinding group in the basement of the bar. music blares, consisting of new remixes, songs about sex and drugs, pop music; anything girls can get off on a beat to for the men behind them. there's a second, more crowded bar here, flooded with kids looking to get their whiskey sours and long islands. she becomes one of them, requesting some fruit screwdriver that's given to her in a disposable plastic cup. it's gone, and she's going to be too.
nikki disappears into the crowd, daring rory to come after her.
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no answers. he figured just as much as he watched her take her leave. music can be heard coming from the basement along with bright flashing lights. he takes a moment to finish off whatever drink he was nursing before sliding off the stool himself, heading down the stairs to chase after the girl. shit was loud, he hated it. his clubbing years were long behind him. eyes would glance over to a bar, more crowded than the one upstairs but the customers also much younger.
a familiar head of hair would catch his attention before disappearing into a sea of people. for a second he contemplated just leaving, that this shit wasn't worth it. then he remembered she still had his pokemon and his dignity (or what's left of it). so he toughened up and made his way into the crowd. his shoulder led the way, pushing through drunk bodies dancing. not so long ago he would've been one of these kids here.
the man blended in quite well apart from his height. he towered over some of the others but that only made it easier to spot the girl. he made his way over, the moment he got close enough he'd switch his mood and posture. he started to move with the beat that played in the background and just like the others he stood immediately behind her, hands reaching for her hips as he swayed.
"stop running away." he tried to communicate under the loud music that blasted.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 14, 2016 6:32:53 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"]ears ring, eyes cloud, she's allowed a moment of peace, a moment to relax and finally be the drunk she wants to be. she mingles, she takes sips of drinks offered; she's about to sneak out the back to smoke with a small group of pot heads before she feels rough hands on her hips, melding her against the man.
whatever. fine. he went through the trouble, she'll stay put for now. she only laughs, making out his words despite the beat. "ya sure you wanna play this game?" a smile would play on her lips as she turned her head back to speak to him, loose body sending grinding hips against his pelvis, her back leaning into him, hands falling on his as she moves with the beat of the music.
she's not gone, but she's near it. suddenly sharing her name doesn't seem like such a bad idea; maybe another inside name would be good for her, good for val. "you can call me Nikki" she shouts. It's not the full thing, but it's good enough. He wanted something to call her and he got it.
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ears would start numbing with each strong beat of the speaker, soon numbing out the music enough to focus. to her question he could only give her a playful wink before letting her take over. then came a name, finally; nikki. he expected something different but it did garner a laugh from him. he nodded. at least now he had something to call her other than crazy bitch or princess.
hands would move dangerously low, edging just about on the end of her skirt. alcohol would soon consume him, his vision starting to blur ever so slightly. the flashing lights weren't helping either. he felt like shit and high at the same time, a combination only achieved by mixing alcohol with shitty music. he needed to get out, go somewhere less chaotic.
eyes would find a door that led out the back. he leaned forward, closer to the girl before pointing at the exit. a chuckle would escape his lips as he nudged the girl forward, hand placement on her rear.
"let's get out of here." whispers now as he spoke directly next to her ear.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 14, 2016 7:03:14 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"]warm, travelling hands feel like heaven on numb skin, and Nicolette finds herself with her guard dropped; any man she knew before was gone, replaced with an object she'd use for her drunk satisfaction. She won't remember this in the morning, but she doesn't want to. The usually vigilant Silph is lost to the wind, Pikachu scampering after her and out the door as she laughs against him with a grin as he keeps his hands on her. The rat is lost without a command plan, and can only wait outside and trail behind if they decide where to go.
she's too tired to bother fighting back against any caution her instincts tell her to use; three days sober and the day she gets hammered again is always the most fun, if not for the sole reason of how scary it can be to completely lose control, if only for a few hours. The second the cool air hits her face Nikki finds herself fumbling around her pockets, concealed blunt soon lit up; she'd been craving it for hours, and the first drag was always the best. she finds herself slumping against him with some stupid chuckle. she holds the thing up for him should he feel left out.
"i wan'go back i'siiide," she whines, not ready for her night to end. "justtt a lil' more,"
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"no no inside is shit." he replied, words a little slurred but nowhere near the girl. he's had years of practice, years for his body to get used to the poison. though there was only so much the body could repel, he was still a mere mortal after all. everything now felt weaker, the pain from the earlier fight numbing as he took the blunt.
drag. it's been a while but it was definitely one of the lighter drugs out there, much safer than others. harmless, for the most part. he handed the thing back to her as he leaned against the wall, laughing whenever she did. the drag did wonders, even enough to get him to change his mind.
"okay five minutes." he laughed again as he patted her towards the club, the same way he did on the way out. "just a lil' more." he copied her words from earlier. and back into the club they went, music shaking the floor. but he just stood there for a while, not really keen on going into the crowd unless he gets dragged.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 14, 2016 16:45:26 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"]the stick is gone much sooner than she'd like; a quick flick to the side and her fingers are empty again, searching for anything to hang on to. the door frame, the hem of her skirt-- as they go back inside the music screams louder than before, the beat makes her itchy, the lights dancing in her eyes overwhelm her; the crisp air she had the pleasure of breathing outside is replaced by stuffy, humid muck. she only laughs, turning to face and cling to rory as she pushes him back outside. "okok, ya right, inside is shit." her cheek rests on his chest, the different in height becoming all too apparent when she's this close to him.
"lessgo, we can go, i wanna eat." an attempt to move forward only pushes him into the brick wall behind him- she runs into him with an oompf and a giggle. she makes a move to turn, looking back and forth between each ally entrance a good six times.
"where.."
she feels very lost; still new to sinnoh, nikki hates that she can't navigate without worrying.
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and now she wants to eat. he shook his head, not feeling like going anywhere right now. though any attempts to move would fail as she'd corner him into a wall. he stared at her as she looked left and right multiple times, her actions only made him laugh and shake his head. but then came the question of where.
"bar." one word would escape his lips. he looked back into the nightclub. the bar was right upstairs and he was sure they had food. but even he knew the bar was shit so he shook his head. "home." he stuck out a finger and poked it against the girl. "yours." no way he was leading her back to his. he was drunk but he wasn't insane, unlike her.
"go go." hands would reach round and grab again, hands in a precarious position, pushing, leading her towards the front of the alley. he found it more difficult to walk now, balance skewed but he used the girl as support, all the while a grin stayed plastered on his face.
[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 ignores every touch, skin numb and mind foggy. it feels too good, to be like this again. the excitement of dicking around with him is worrisome; she'd handle it in the morning. sex is not her vice, and if rory things he's getting any farther than he has already he's in for a very rude awakening. she has a few hours to get her shit together. "i aint got shit," she laughs. "hotel then." legs regain some strength with use as she stares at the ground to keep in a straight line lest any officers be on the look out for public intoxication.
it's quiet.
luz has found her way back to her trainer, climbing up onto the green-haired girl as she looks for a cheap place to stay. the walk is too sobering for her; she begins to realize her situation. "you sleep on the floor" she snickers, yawning shortly after. the night was so young, why was she throwing in the towel so early?
here she was, walking blasted with a ranger who not only had a warrant out for her arrest, but held her at gun point. what the fuck, nikki? she finds a place, checks in, drags him to a room that smells like stale cigarettes and moth balls. the second the door closes behind him she forces him against it in a devious embrace, hands wrapping around his waist as she reaches for his cuffs again. "i'll mix ya something nice if you use these on me, handsome".
take the bait, moron.
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this was all routine for the man; meet a girl, get drunk, take her home. that was what he thought would happen tonight as well. as the door shut he was immediately pushed against it, feeling hands go around his waist for his back pocket for cuffs, the sound of metal clashing giving it away.
he'll bite.
hands would wrap around her wrists, pulling them back around before prying away the cuffs. "you like these?" he chuckled. if he was at least a bit more sober he'd realize that there was nothing to stop him now, no pikachu. but his head was too cloudy at the moment, too fucked up to even think straight. he unlocked the cuffs before dangling it in front of the girl.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 15, 2016 5:29:01 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"]a defiant pout and she turns away, ignoring the clang of metal on metal. nikki only bats at the tempting cuffs once before turning away from him; she was too lazy to fight him for them right now, and there would be plenty of opportunity later.
he was sobering up. problem one.
"ffine, i will," she huffs, shuffling around the small bar the motel room had to offer- it was all cheap shit, but even cheap shit tasted like gold at this point. she's left a liter of orange juice in the fridge and, as she stands in the kitchenette to mix drinks, nikki looks up at him-- making sure he stays put. "i guess them main one.. you said y'ere gonna 'rest me," she laughs, dropping a little round, white pill into his glass.
"but here y'are," she brings both glasses out with a grin, setting his close to him on the small desk of the motel before sipping on her own, sitting on the creaky old bed. she holds the glass high above her head. "cheers to one more, then?"
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arresting her could come later, that was his thought process for this entire night so far. she's gotten away from him once before but he was sure he had her this time around. he walked over to the desk before throwing the cuffs on it, the metal bashing against the wood as he picked up his drink. he held the glass in his hand for a while, just twirling it around.
he took a step towards the girl, hand raising up to match the height of her glass. "cheers." he smiled. glass would clash against each other before being raised to mouth level. he downed the drink, not even bothering to taste or smell it. it was too late now, but he had no idea. it tasted normal enough. he'd smile as he set the glass down before falling onto the bed, cuffs still on the table.
he leaned over to lay on his side so that he could face the girl as he spoke. his head was spinning, eyes taking longer than normal to blink. "i'll arrest ya after this~" a hand would reach out to place on her thigh. he was way too tired to do anything else.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 15, 2016 6:38:45 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 downs her own only when he does with a small smile that morphs into something more mischievous as he falls back onto the bed, reaching out for her. "a'ight, i believe you." she turns to pin him down, knees on either side of his waist as she straddles him, hands reaching out to grab each of his wrists as she looks down at him; their bodies don't touch, but at least he'll go down with the impression his night was successful. she looks upon him gently, eyes soft as they watch him drift. they stay like that until she's confident he's out-- alcohol and Rohypnol is much too potent.
the second he's out she pushes herself off of him with a grunt, adjusting her collar and skirt. eyes scan the sleeping ranger; she scoffs.
his trousers are the first thing to come off. his shirt is next. it's not easy, but she manages. a fourth, hidden pokeball is found and pocketed, added to her collection of the rest of his pokemon. she pauses, reconsidering.
does nikki truly want another encounter with this ranger? he's a liability, troublesome, and dangerous. she's already let her guard down once tonight. she got lucky. with a sigh nikki unhitches all four of his pokemon from her thigh, placing them neat in a row on the desk. she looks back at the mostly-exposed ranger, his undergarment all that's left.
she saves it for last as she cuffs each wrist together, sending the chain behind the bedpost. he'll be stuck there until room service comes to find him. dare she strip him even more of his dignity?
why the fuck not.
boxers, briefs, whatever the fuck they are come off and get flung aside, human anatomy no big surprise to the girl. the most she does is toss a pillow at his feet.
thirty minutes later, and she's gone.
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