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 19, 2016 17:16:50 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"no shit" lips crack into the hint of a grin as she side-eyes him; the expression disappears quickly after his interrogation continues. she groans, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as she leans back to escape the incoming headache. "it shouldn't matter to you, of all people. why did you turn into that" she gestures at him, "instead of the well-mannered rich boy you should have been? now you're just some shit ranger who can't make an arrest to save his life." the words would hurt, but she's irritated. why bother asking something so pointless?
"fuck off." an almost instant response, quipped before he even has time to finish his sentence. the drug is pocketed in one swift motion; she looks away from him, defiant. "you shouldn't be so nosy. it's rude." she finally makes the motion to recall the fainted pikachu once more, body seeming to deflate as she relaxes again, mind racing and numb at the same time. she opens her mouth to speak dozens of times, only to close it just as many, pardoning one. "gone through, huh? and what have i gone through? what would you even begin to think of what i've 'gone through'?"
[attr="class","humour"]her words stung but they were the truth. to the media and his parents he was once seen as the perfect boy, a poster child for the mclain family. he wasn't sure where things went wrong. "fuck you." despite the harsh words a chuckle would follow, head shaking as he adjusted in his chair.
eyes watched the fallen pikachu being recalled back into its pokeball. "oh please, you're a fucking easy read." he shot back, tension in the room rising and so did he off his chair, now towering over the girl as he spoke.
"what you've gone through? a whole lot of disappointment and pity most likely." a huge assumption based on what he's observed and read, but it got the main message across. "you were a disappointment back then and you still are now." another assumption.
he crossed his arms, expecting her to lash out at him or just leave the room at that point. that was what he would do.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 20, 2016 7:28:50 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"oh yeah, is that why it took you two weeks?" she scoffs, eyes rolling. anger heats up between both of them, the pinprick feeling of boiling blood biting at her skin, making her itchy, making her restless. too warm. judging by his words, rory doesn't have a fucking clue what he's talking about. that's fine- he doesn't need a sob story, and neither does she. she only looks at him, mouth shut. she'll let him believe whatever the fuck he wants, but if his research is this shitty then he'll be in the wrong for quite a while.
you still are now.
she smiles, just a bit. it's tired- she's felt this before. flash back to mr. silph's office, his disappointed face and even more disappointed tone. caught being incompetent again? she was on her last strike, one that she wouldn't take seriously until she left completely. flash back to team rocket, flash back to the grim faces of the organization when she came back alone.
you set them up to fall.
truth? not that she knew of, but maybe she had been too wrapped up in self preservation to notice. nicolette is lost in her thoughts, his words sinking deep. she wants to be angry, furious, go on a rampage, shoot him in the mouth.
but she doesn't.
she only looks up at him, puts on her warmest smile, and says "you're right".
so fucking what? she's certainly not going to change in an instant, nor tomorrow. maybe not even within the month.
"it's late. should i move to the chair so you can take the bed?"
[attr="class","humour"]the smile caught him off guard though most of her actions did. he took a step back, seemingly calming down as he stared. it was pointless, and he wasn't too sure what he was doing either. why did he care about the girl? maybe it was because she reminded him of himself. he remained standing, simply turning away from her.
"stay there. i'm not sleeping tonight," he replied. he could just get a new room but that took too much effort and right now he just wanted to sit and relax. and he didn't trust the girl enough to sleep in the same room as her, not anymore and definitely not after their little argument.
"run if you want, i don't care." he spoke as he walked towards the bathroom. he stopped just outside before speaking once more. "you need to rest." and with that said he slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him before locking it. with everything on him he wasn't worried about things being stolen except for his spare clothing.
he turned the tap on, letting it run for a few moments before cupping his palms to collect water, splashing it against his face soon after. repeat.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 20, 2016 15:56:20 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]his offer would be met with an unhappy frown, but she doesn't have the energy to argue. she needs to smoke, but the will to get up isn't strong enough. she feels oily, dirty, uncomfortable. She would shower had she been in her own space, wash the grime and drugs that seeped through her pores away. after too long contemplating and rory in the bathroom she pushes herself off the bed, unstable legs barely sufficient to hold her as she plucks a cigarette from her pocket, accompanied by a lighter. great thing about rich guys was their tendency to get rooms with a balcony. she'd close the sliding glass door behind her as she leaned on the metal rail, lighting the stick and holding it between her lips, trembling fingers gingerly supporting the thing as she stares at the pool below, at the moon that's now high in the sky. such a shame that the lights of hearthome block out the stars; they would have been a welcome sight now.
smoke is swept into the wind as she takes a drag, feeling the nicotine relax her firing nervous system. everything is quiet. if only it would stay that way.
All too quickly the cigarette's life comes to an end, same as usual. by the time she's inside he's still not back out. impatience nips at her, and pride keeps her from knocking. a quick manipulation of a bobby pin and the door clicks unlocked; she slides in, flashing him a weak smile and ignoring any protests. clothes come off without a care in the world for his presence; the shower's call is more important, and she finds herself wrapped in the cold water in no time, too impatient to wait for the heat.
[attr="class","humour"]what the girl said to him earlier really got to him; where did it all go wrong? his mind ventured back to memory lane to try and recall exactly where everything went to shit. could it be pinned onto a single night? he wasn't sure, but if he had to pick one he'd have to pick the night he got wasted and attended a media event, that was when everyone got a good feel of just how much he's changed, just how much he's fallen.
snapped out of his thought was the click of the door. head would turn to see nikki who briefly slipped past him before undressing. he didn't avert his gaze, instead keeping a constant blank confused expression as he watched. a shower was what she wanted, and he'll allow it as he dried his hands and his face. two towels hung on a hook near the shower. he'd take both of them and her clothes just so she had nothing to dry herself off with. though knowing her she probably wouldn't care.
he left the bathroom before tossing the towels and her clothing on the bed. he bent down to open up the fridge, pulling out a can of beer before snapping it open, taking a nice chug as he sat back down on his chair. he'd pull his phone out just to browse to pass the time as well, just waiting.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 21, 2016 4:38:38 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]she's too tired to care about his gaze; she wouldn't care much normally anyway, but the quip is missing. warm water feels like a hug from god himself, and she spends too much time just standing, letting water cascade over pale skin as steam rises around her ankles. rattled sighs are accompanied by coughing; fuck smoking. what a shitty habit. too bad it passed the time, and made her feel better. the shower both takes forever and ends all too quickly. her head feels more clear, she feels like she can sleep without feeling like a living dumpster. does she go home, leave rory to his own devices?
of course not.
besides, yesterday was the last night she had in her current motel anyway. the glass slides open to reveal.. nothing. his antics warrant the smallest of smiles.
"you wanna play like that, huh?"
door opens, water dripping off the exposed nicolette and on to the carpet. modesty, while having run in the family, was not something she was fond of; rory was about to realize that very quickly. the soaking wet silph ignores the towels and the clothes on the bed altogether, instead opting to throw herself on to the ranger, wet hair and skin threatening to soak anything and everything it comes into contact with.
[attr="class","humour"]eyes would shift to the side to meet her as she exited the bathroom. he said nothing, instead, laughed as he turned his attention back to his phone. fingers flicked upwards, browsing social media, stopping every now and then at anything interesting. another sip of the beer was had before catching a glimpse.
"what are you--" and then suddenly she was on top of him, the impact causing beer to spill and his phone to get soaked. perfect. he released his grip on his phone, letting it soak before glancing down at the girl. "real funny," he smirked.
he dropped his can of beer onto the floor, his arm dangling off the side of the chair before wrapping around her wet body. the other arm helped push them off the chair before reaching around to help as well. it wasn't hard to lift the girl, she was light as fuck. he walked over to the bed that had towels and her clothing on top, attempting to drop her onto it.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 21, 2016 16:16:33 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"hey-" she'd be forced closer to him as he sandwiched her between his torso and arm, too shocked that he actually dared to do anything to get out of his grasp. realization hits and she clings to him, arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist. his attempt to deposit her would fail, warranting a victorious grin from the girl.
"you brought this upon yourself," she presses herself against him just to spite him; she may be drier than before, but her hair is now the source. she's shake her head like a dog had she not been brewing a nasty headache for the past hour, instead she just lets gravity and physics do its job.
[attr="class","humour"]he rolled his eyes as the girl refused to let go. "really?" tone was not annoyed but rather playful. he was enjoying whatever this was, but he wasn't enjoying the sudden dampness of his clothing. there was little to no chance of getting her to let go without getting physical.
"aww you're such a baby," he chuckled. with one swift movement he turned his body to face the bed before falling frontwards, letting momentum do its job as he fell onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress first before his weight partially landed on top of her. he kept most of his weight off of her using his feet which were still somewhat planted on the ground, albeit slightly.
"are you going to let go now?" he asked, unable to move away from her grasp.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 22, 2016 7:34:19 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]exhaustion nags at her, the hangover making it harder and harder to give the ranger hell. he was supposed to hate this, not make it a game. she's getting cranky, grunting in response to his comment, and again when she feels her back hit the bed.
"No. You're annoying," she scowls, nose crinkled as her grip on him only tightens. the realization that she had lacked any recent form of affection strikes her; she hides the blush by tucking her face into the crook of his neck. nudity suddenly feels like too much, her being tired the only thing that stops her from caring just too much, but goosebumps prickle on exposed skin as she thinks about the situation she's gotten herself into. usually proud, the silph girl doesn't know how to handle embarrassment well. she finds herself freezing up, words the only thing to defend her now. "and you never apologized," she grumbles, inwardly cringing at how fucking pathetic it sounded. she didn't need anything from the ranger, she was independent as fuck.
still, here she is, pinned under him and hiding her face completely to avoid the teasing she would get should he see the red on her cheeks. she's forced to put her best big-girl voice on and ignore her own wavering tone.
[attr="class","humour"]still she refused to let go, instead hiding her face which he noticed; it garnered a soft chuckle from him. he could only assume the worst. "oh do they?" he whispered, leaning in closer to her ear. he kept up at this game he was playing, not conceding.
his legs did start to ache however which only gave him another idea. "i'm tired," he grunted as he shifted to the side, arms making her follow as they now laid on their side. her head remained planted against his chest and on his arm which extended out along the bed. his leg was no longer planted on the ground, instead they hung off the edge of the bed while the rest of him was (somewhat) comfortably on the bed.
finding it a bit annoying to be unable to look into her eyes he shook her before leaning in for another whisper. "are we going to sleep like this? i don't mind..." his voice was low, intended to either seduce or annoy her, either or.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 22, 2016 18:41:01 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]she swallows a whimper, instead replacing it with a scowl as she only retracts deeper against him, fingers shifting to dig into his skin to show her annoyance with him. "you smell like shitty beer," she growls, body tense as she feels him shift. this was easy when she was out of her mind, easier when she knew she'd never see or even remember the face this close to her again.
rory had proved to be an exception too many times. it makes her anxious; previous attempts to pretend he had been wiped off the face of the earth had failed. would it be the same after this encounter? she can only hope so, work to guarantee it. the shaking is enough to make her jump in surprise, having been drifting off so easily. she pulls her head away from him, just in time to receive his next lines.
ducking back in now would make it obvious she was hiding something- is that a pout? no, no, wipe it off, don't let him break you. "only if you wanna wake up in cuffs again, she huffs, gaze averting to the side as she ignores the heat on her cheeks. she starts to pull away from him an attempt to turn her back to him in an act of defiance. "you said you weren't sleeping."
[attr="class","humour"]he felt her nails dig into him though he did not flinch. he's had worse done to him. "and you smell real good actually," another whisper returned. he wasn't too sure what he was doing at the moment all he knew was that he was seeing another side to the girl, a more vulnerable and human side. maybe underneath all that hatred was still a somewhat regular girl.
he let her roll her body over so that her back faced him, only to wrap his arms around her once more, this time placing them above her chest just below her collarbone. there was no running from him, and he was just doing what she did to him earlier.
"i changed my mind. this is rather comfortable," he whispered again as he tucked his chin against her shoulder. "apologize or i won't let go." he chuckled.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 26, 2016 3:38:53 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]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","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"fuck off", there's a hint of desperation now, but she only stays plastered against him, even as he envelops her. she feels her heart pounding against her rib cage, her teeth on her bottom lip to keep her quickened breath quiet. she wants to sink into the bed as she feels his chin on her, face turning away as far as it possibly can.
"you're just saying that to be a dick," she grumbles, yet refuses to bend. she's too stubborn, holds too much pride. nicolette only grunts at his request, instead attempting to pull away rather than remain a petrified, fearful creature. "just 'cus i called you handsome a few times doesn't mean shit." she wants to reach for anything, do anything that would deter him.
virginity was such a funny thing.
nights full of fooling around would never lead anywhere, touches would never progress. to be presented with a situation where she wasn't in full control of the outcome was off putting, terrifying, oddly.. arousing? she shakes the thought, instead desperately reaching for the edge of the mattress to use it as leverage against him.
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