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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 15, 2011 12:40:52 GMT -5
Evening turned into dusk as Vio walked on, her small, delicate hands shoved deep in her pockets clutching her new pokeball. The plastic bag containing all of her Pokémon items were safely stowed away and organized in the black tote hung over her shoulder. The strap indented her black jacket. For once, she did not adorn her fedora, instead it was in her tote as well, but the furry hood laid over her head to protect her ears from the snow falling above her.
With every step, her black boots indented the snow and the bottom of her dark wash skinny jeans were covered in snow. She was going to have to wash them later, but there was really nothing she could do. Her big, blue eyes scanned the area before her, but the snowfall was becoming too dense for her to see anything past a couple feet of snow. She walked on, knowing she would not be able to get to the next town any faster if she had stopped.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 15, 2011 16:56:04 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! A baby poliwag hopped around in the falling snow, delighted at the feeling of wetness every time one drip, dripped against her moist blue skin. Stopping, the tadpole Pokémon stuck out her tongue and swallowed a drop of snow, savoring the clean taste as it melted against her warmth.
<Polibaby, where are you? Come back and play near your brothers.> A motherly voice called out. It was surely the baby creature's mother. The baby poliwag, not wanting her mom to know that she was gallivanting in what could be a dangerous place. Trying not to make any noises, the Poliwag pushed through and ran in the other direction, not really paying attention. Suddenly, she slammed into what felt like slippery rubber; a material she'd never felt before. Looking up, she realized that she'd collided with the tall boots of something - rather, someone - really huge.. and scary looking. Shivering, the baby poliwag hoped she hadn't gotten herself into trouble.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 15, 2011 17:14:17 GMT -5
It was a bump hardly noticeable if Vio had not looked down at the moment the small water Pokemon ran right into her boot. If she had not been more careful, she would have stepped on the careless thing. She took a step back from the shivering pokemon, and squatted down. It seemed scared, but it had a right to. Vio was a scary person.
Now, this was the perfect opportunity to either train, or catch the little bugger. It was cute, and definitely a lot more attractive than her gligar, who she named Lars. Were Pokemon supposed to just run into trainers? Vio was under the impression some sort of hunt was involved, or at least the people she knew searched for wild pokemon. All she was concerned with was getting to a city.
Oh well, extra practice.
With one hand, Vio rummaged through her tote bag for her newly aquired Pokedex. She started it up, and held it in front of the small water pokemon. Information began to flash in front of her eyes.
060: Poliwag Because it is inept at walking on its newly grown legs, it always swims around in water.
Vio laughed gently, putting the pokedex back in its rightful place in her tote bag, "So you just wobble around?" She teased, "How cute." This one must be easy. Vio grabbed the pokeball in her pocket, and released her little Lars for the first time. Compared to Lars, this little Poliwag looked like a dainty blue meatball.
"Say hello to my little friend." Her voice was calm and peaceful, and Lars simply stared at its new trainer then back at Vio. Oh right, it needs a command. Hmm. Maybe she would play with the little water pokemon for a little bit before attacking the poor thing.
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Post by simon on Jan 16, 2011 2:24:37 GMT -5
"Run, Run before it eats your heart out!" a sudden shout would most likely startle the trainer and the Pokemon. From behind a tree whipped a youthful boy in a rather long coat, fur lining the hood as he peered hither and tither for any other trainers in the vicinity. Sadly, it seemed this woman was the only one really accepting any 'visitors'. How bizarre. Maybe he'd have to crash a scene later on after playing around with this one. "Hey," he chimed up, hands in his pockets as he walked up behind the girl - peering over her shoulder and seemingly inspecting her. "nice ass..." a compliment, maybe, or perhaps just a lewd way to piss her off.
Regardless, he gave a shrug as he smiled chipperly - not even caring that he was totally interrupting a Pokemon battle and possibly allowing the other to escape. All attention should be on him, after all. Especially around this time of night. Who knew what... creepers... lurked in the darkness. "So there are two options here. Prostitute yourself to me, or I'll have my Pokemon stomp yours into the snow until it can barely move, then I will force you to prostitute yourself to me." hey, it was a fair deal in his eyes!
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 16, 2011 10:53:57 GMT -5
"Hey....nice ass...."
Vio jumped, feeling the hairs behind her neck stand up as she turned and nearly backhanded the boy behind her. How dare he disrespect her! ....and why did Vio always get the weirdos? She furrowed her eyebrows, and put her hand down. "Pardon?" ....he SEEMED harmless...
"So there are two options here. Prostitute yourself to me, or I'll have my Pokémon stomp yours into the snow until it can barely move, then I will force you to prostitute yourself to me."
An ultimatum? But she was already dealing with another Pokémon! She did not look down, afraid that it had already left. Lars flew up onto her shoulder, hearing a challenge and accepting it before Vio had the chance to say a word.
"GLIIIIGLIIIIGARR." "Back off, buddy! This one's mine! Wanna scrap?"
Vio could only pick out bits and pieces, not yet able to fully understand Pokémon yet, but he was defending her honor and so she had to as well. She put her hands on her hips, which was becoming a really bad habit when she was angry, and spat, "Over my dead body." For some reason, that felt like a poor choice of words.
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Post by simon on Jan 16, 2011 14:19:27 GMT -5
She was a touchy one. Though it appeared she only had one Pokemon, so he'd have to find out something more impressive after giving her the run down. Besides, he was more interested in seeing if she knew how to dance. "Oh, no..." his eyes opened as his expression became more serious, head tilting to the right as he peered down at the snow, "sorry, I'm not really into necrophilia... but maybe over your living body!" he chimed optimistically, grinning from ear to ear before shifting his weight to his heel. A spring backwards, skidding to a halt in the snow as he smirked; Pokedex taking in the info of the foe.
With a toss, a pokeball was sent to the center of their little field of battle - the coated black haired trainer standing a few feet behind a fire type Pokemon - Ponyta. The Pokemon's magnificent flaming mane and tale swished gracefully to and fro, head turned up high as it looked down on the opposition.
"Let's make this a bit more fun," he stepped off to the side of his Pokemon, lips tugging up in a dangerous smile as his eyes slanted to snake like slits, red iris giving a faint hue of mischief in the making, "rather than beating you down, we can play a game of Pokemon strip poker." honestly, he had no idea what he was talking about. But in these nano seconds he would create an intricate game for them to play along to. "Rather than giving our Pokemon commands, we will let them battle it out at their leisure. As trainers, we are supposed to be in sync with our Pokemon. It works like this - your Pokemon will begin to use an attack and... actually never mind, games too complicated. I'll just leave you for dead." derp, well, at least he tried to be creative.
sasaki (ponyta) (lv. 9) (fire type) Sasaki was sent out to battle!
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Jan 16, 2011 17:00:17 GMT -5
Poliwag wasn't quite sure what to do in the midst of this conflict. The two big ones were fighting by the looks of things, and it was just that that sent her skittering for cover. Surely a fight between such huge beings would cause an earthquake! She had to get away! Turning on her stubby legs, she started to dash away, panting for breath as she ran to where her mother and siblings would be waiting. She would almost certainly get a tongue lashing for straying too far afield, but it was better than being caught in the crossfire of what looked to be a rapidly heating up fight. ::poliwag:: Fleeing. Interfere?
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 16, 2011 19:20:55 GMT -5
"Oh, no... sorry, I'm not really into necrophilia... but maybe over your living body!"
Ick. Gross. Vio took a step backwards, watching her step, but the Poliwag she encountered earlier was scurrying off to safety. Lucky bitch, leaving Vio here to fend for herself! She had never battled before, but she needed to start somewhere, right? Lars shifted restlessly, itching to battle. Vio scowled at the trainer, "Good luck with that."
Vio watched as he released his Pokemon, and Lars crouched down on her shoulder as it released a fiery Ponyta! Lars took flight, staring down the Pokemon. The entire field grew tense. Let's make this a bit more fun, the trainer spoke, his voice smooth, and he continued to unravel some sort of sex game for the two to play. Vio just shook her head, trying to keep herself from ripping apart the trainer herself.
He was just trying to get her riled up. Eh, it worked.
".....actually never mind, games too complicated. I'll just leave you for dead."
That was not exactly the most comforting thing, and Lars let out a cry. Maybe the poorly planned game would be better... It was obvious the gligar was just as irritated as Vio was, and she crossed her arms, "What kind of pig goes around sexually harrassing women at night?" She paused laughing, Oh, right. The lonely pathetic ones."
"Lars! Poison Sting!"
LVL 5. Ground/Flying
Lars flapped it's wings, creating a breeze around the trainers and the Ponyta, lifting up in the air to give itself space. Vio backed up, watching her Pokmon as it charged for the Ponyta, stinger pointed and ready to sting the fire pokemon.
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Post by simon on Jan 16, 2011 19:46:24 GMT -5
Feisty!
Simon watched with a curious eye as the little Poli... whatever it was scurry off for cover. The black haired youth wasn't very interested in it to be honest, and rather he turned his attention back to the now airborne Gligar, as did the Ponyta below. Effectively, they were both calm and depicting the battle in their minds - or at least Simon was. He saw his counter, and what situations might occur after - as well as how to corner her crappy little Pokémon.
As the stinger came down, the Ponyta obediently waited for an order before being stuck. "Flame Wheel!" from the mane and the tail a spiral of flames were created, almost directly going up after being stung. The blast of flame would do well to try and hit its mark and coat it in flames, as the Ponyta itself bounded a bit off to the side, the stinger having pressed into it's side. An angry look was flashed to the Gligar, and the Ponyta growled rather hatefully at the pathetic excuse of a starter.
Meanwhile, Simon disappeared in the distraction of the flames and the attack, only to be saw in the corner of the other trainers periph. A dangerous grin was on his face as his right forearm aimed to smash against her upper chest, forcing her back against a tree roughly - while his forearm centered against her neck in a choking manner. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to leave his crotch available for kneeing, so he positioned himself at the outside right of her body. "The question is rather, what is such a whorey girl like yourself doing out at night?" he spat, not letting up. His eyes glazed over with a slight narrow, staring her directly in her own.
"I suppose you expected the world to be a wonderful place? Well you were lied to, Dorothy," he paused, grinning, "this world is just like any other. Without proper protection, shit happens." Now, Simon didn't need to give orders to his Ponyta for the creature to battle - but he wondered how close this woman was with her own Pokemon, and how 'in sync' they were to battle without one another? Pfahaha, an interesting theory.
sasaki (ponyta) (lv. 9) (fire type) Sasaki was stung by Poison Sting! Sasaki used Flame Wheel! Sasaki used Growl.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 16, 2011 21:40:38 GMT -5
"GARRR"
Lars could not get away from the Ponyta in time, and the flames seared his body. He cried out, flying up as soon as possible. This left Vio with a gaping mouth, not knowing exactly what to do. Was Lars hurt? Was this normal? Maybe she hated people, but this was her Pokemon that was in pain. As she looked back to the trainer, the second she scowled at him was the second she was up against a tree, unable to move, unable to speak.
"The question is rather, what is such a whorey girl like yourself doing out at night?"
Vio winced. Who, or what was she dealing with? As she tried to speak, she kept choking up on her words. Her air supply was slowly depleting. She tried shaking her head back and forth, and using her twig-arms to push him away. Let's face it, though. She was tiny. There was no way in hell she had the ability to push him away.
"I suppose you expected the world to be a wonderful place? Well you were lied to, Dorothy, this world is just like any other. Without proper protection, shit happens."
Adrenaline rushed through Vio's body. This was the exact reason why she hated the male species. They were so power-driven. Fortunately, so was Vio. Ah-agh!" She spat, trying to break free from his grasp, "Sto-". Wait, Vio found a solution. She spit directly at his face.
Lars, looked over to his trainer, unsure of what to do. He had no command, but felt his guard lowering as the Ponyta growled at him. He was caught between two choices. Should he help his trainer, who was being harassed by some guy, or protect himself? His eyes moved between the Ponyta and its trainer, and felt...jealous. He was mackin' on that pretty girl who was his. She was flailing, though....so maybe she had the situation under control.
Unsure of what to do, Lars just flew down, stinger at the ready to Poison Sting the Ponyta once more.
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Post by simon on Jan 16, 2011 22:48:01 GMT -5
As she squirmed and fought against the oppressive force slowly pressing down against her throat, he could only smile contently seeing her incapable of truly escaping from his wrath. Well, there was no real wrath here. Simply sick amusement at bullying another person and their Pokemon. What would he really gain out of doing this? Nothing. Nothing but the feeling of superiority that he so loved and lusted for.
Yet there was that moment in which she spat on his face that made him wince and toss his head backwards a bit, a look of frustration and anger on his face as he wiped it away with his free hand. "Twat!" he shouted, aiming to smash his left first against the side of her skull directly against her ear, while removing her forearm so she could fall down into the snow below. He grunted spitefully, narrowing his eyes down haughtily at her as his eyes of red hued a scary torment, a tale where nothing was as 'happy' as they were advertised to be.
Meanwhile, Sasaki glared up to Lars with a narrow of its eyes - its fiery mane and tail flicking in evvery which direction as a light in the darkness. He watched as the Gligar geared to attack again, and Sasaki braced himself to counter. With a shift of his hooves and a quick bound to the right, dodging the Poison Sting attack. In a quick movement, the flaming horse would throw most of its weight and power from its muscles and body against the side of the Gligar, aiming to Tackle it and send it spiraling a distance away.
"You said over your dead body, right? I'm not going to kill you, nor rape you... but I have another idea. Get on your knees, and beg for my forgiveness for spitting your disgusting filth in my face." an order, and Simon was not interested in it being half assed. Not that he thought he could kill someone - he simply had more fun mentally traumatizing people and letting them live the rest of their lives with said trauma.
Death was just an easy way out.
sasaki (ponyta) (lv. 9) (fire type) Sasaki dodged Poison Sting! (1 Use) Sasaki used Tacklel!
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 17, 2011 0:27:08 GMT -5
"Twat!"
The trainer aimed to punch Vio in the face, and she winced, bracing herself for the attack. When she set out on her Pokémon Journey, she never really counted on being jumped, especially not two seconds after leaving the Pokémon Lab. She really needed to step up her game! As he released her, she gasped for air and slide down the tree, though catching herself so her legs were bent but she had her back pressed up against the bark of the tree. Crap, her jacket was sure to be ruined.
After attempting his poison sting, Lars looked over at his trainer, and while he was not looking the damn Ponyta tackled him! He was sent backwards, flipping twice before hitting the snow. The cold was almost piercing. He looked back at his trainer, still waiting for some sort of command, but his ass was being kicked, and he needed to do something about it.
"You said over your dead body, right? I'm not going to kill you, nor rape you... but I have another idea. Get on your knees, and beg for my forgiveness for spitting your disgusting filth in my face."
How...how degrading! There was no way she would be on her knees for a man! She slowly stood up straight and began pushing him away from her. There was no way Vio was going to let herself be treated like this! "No way in hell!" She screamed at him, her eyes watering up. She could already feel a hate wallowing up inside of her for him, and it was not because of what he had between his legs. He wanted to over power her; Vio was not going to let that fly.
Honestly, the last thing on her mind was Lars. If he was strong, he would take care of himself, right? Vio kept pushing him, and spat, "You want someone to worship you? Fuck that. Leave, 'cause I'm going about to beg at your damn feet!" It was more of a pride issue than anything, but she was not about to admit that.
Popping out of the snowbank, and into the air, Lars flew low, and with his feet he kicked up the ground, using Sand Attack; however, instead of sand, it just ended up just being loose snow flying into the air towards the Ponyta. In the midst of the flurried snow, Lars flew back into the air and charged at the fire pokemon, his claw silver and shining. If his Metal Claw did not work, he did not know what to do.
Lars was hit by Tackle! Lars used Sand Attack. Lars used Metal Claw OOC|^that seems so much neater .___.;;
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Post by simon on Jan 17, 2011 0:43:46 GMT -5
[ooc: lmao, yes. if you have any suggestions or anything, private message me with anything you'd like to say.]
So stubborn. He'd have to break her then, obviously. Eyes glanced to the battle currently being waged by their Pokemon through pure trust and bond, and it seemed that Ponyta had the more discipline of the two. Then in that split second of taking her eyes off of her, she decided to push him. You would assume that rather than pushing, you'd try to.. I don't know, go for a weak spot. But as she began to shove, he stumbled back slightly unbalanced, before catching himself. She came again, and this time he would try to grasp her from her wrists, thumbs digging into the skin as he would twist them in opposite directions, almost as if he was threatening her to break then. With some pressure, he would try to use this method to force her to her knees in front of him, as a soft, sly cackle parted from his lips, eyes wild with excitement.
"I know exactly what will teach you."
It seemed the battle between Sasaki and Lars was coming to a climax, with the Ponyta having the upper hand in this battle completely. As the snow was kicked up as a sort of barrier, more of it did nothing more than melt before reaching the flaming horse; though Ponyta was indeed distracted briefly. Before you knew it, a metal claw came downwards at Sasaki's body, hitting directly against the Pokemon's skin. With a yelp, Sasaki was hit... however the attack didn't do as much damage as it would have likely dealt to another Pokemon.
In return, flames began to spiral again, Flame Wheel used as it shot towards the Gligar, aiming to weaken him to surrender or knock the little chump out. Sasaki had to admit though, he was doing rather good.
"Beg. Or do you really want me to kill you?"
sasaki (ponyta) (lv. 9) (fire type) Sasaki was hit by Metal Claw! But it's not very effective... Sasaki used Flame Wheel!
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 17, 2011 1:02:31 GMT -5
Shit! He had her by the wrists, and now he was digging into her skin. What sort of sick person did this? "Ouch. Ah!" She yelped, wincing in pain. He began to twist them, and her held lowered so he could not see her watering eyes. Vio bit her lip, trying to keep some composure. She would not break, no matter what sort of pain she had to endure!
"I know exactly what will teach you."
Vio looked up, trying to flail out of his grasp, but only feeling more pain. She thrashed her head from side to side, only making her black fedora fall into the snow beside the two. Her blond hair had a small indent where the hat was. Her resistance eased for a moment, "You...you won't teach me shit!"
Lars flew back, hit by the flame wheel once again. He really needed to work on dodging attacks rather than bearing them. He took one look over at his trainer, hearing her cry in pain. He, too, felt helpless and defeated, but if he could not beat the Ponyta, he could try to stop its trainer!
"Beg. Or do you really want me to kill you?"
For a moment, fear flashed through her eyes. She stopped thrashing, looking up at him with her big blue eyes, "You... you couldn't." Usually, when faced with this sort of situation that would sound more like a challenge, but she was only trying to convince herself he could not lay a hand on her. "No... get away from me!"
She brought one knee up to hit him, though her aim was a bit sloppy. She did not care. She just wanted him off her! She began flailing her arms once again, feeling his thumbs dig deeper and deeper until she cried out in pain again. Lars heard this, and decided it was time for action.
With some of his remaining strength, he flew low to the ground and kicked up snow, but instead of aiming his Sand Attack at the Ponyta, he was aiming it at the douche who was hurting his trainer! Even though he was practically defeated, and could not hold up in the battle, he flew back a couple feet and stared down the trainer with tired eyes. He could at least try.
Lars was hit by Flame Wheel! Lars used Sand Attack OOC| Hahah thank you, I might need it! XD Erm, one question. What happens when a Pokémon faints? .___.;;; /newwwb.
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Post by simon on Jan 17, 2011 1:15:35 GMT -5
[ooc: they just... faint and fall to the ground. then the trainer has to call them back to their pokeball. that's it, really. xD]
He narrowed his eyes a bit more, tugging her wrists and pushing them backwards roughly - toying with her, increasing and decreasing the pain at leisure. He was her only salvation, really. Her flailing and thrashing was fun to watch, only her doing more damage to herself than what needed to be done. But finally, he was growing bored. The knee that went up to he scraped his hip, causing a slight grunt of discomfort. However, he kept his hands on her wrists, and rather than let go, he tugged her forward. A more accurate thrust upwards of his own right knee to her gut, attempting to knock the wind out of her before letting go of her wrists. After which, the back of his hand would swing down - to send her face down into the snow below next to her fedora.
"Just stay there, and I might be merciful."
At the corner of his eyes he took notice of the Gligar flying towards him, yet quickly at his heels rushed the Ponyta. Its mouth opened from directly behind Lars, and released a spit of flame large enough to hit its back and knock it from the sky. Cutely, not too far from its trainer. "Well, maybe the next person will be a bit more entertaining. Oh, I should probably mention - if you decide to come look for me, search for Team... actually, screw them." pft, Simon didn't need a group of foolish cronies to get where he needed to go. He was his own leader, and his smirk crept back upon his face.
sasaki (ponyta) (lv. 9) (fire type) Sasaki used Ember!
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 17, 2011 1:32:37 GMT -5
As soon as his knee hit her in the abdomen, she knew this fight was lost. Pain surged through her entire body, and his back-hand did not make her feel any better. She fell to the ground, next to her black fedora, and groaned lightly. She knew all of her previous efforts were a waste. He was bigger and stronger than her, but she wanted to fight. Look where fighting got her now.
Just stay there, and I might be merciful.
Merciful? He had shown her no mercy before, and she doubted if she complied with his demand that it would be the same way. She tried holding herself up with her arms, looking up and the trainer with watery and make-up smeared eyes. "You won't get away with this," she threatened, "I'll make sure of it."
Lars' eyes widened as the ember attack hit him with full force, and he was sent tumbling back down next to his trainer. He let out a small cry, but other than that he laid motionless. Vio could feel the guilt rising up in her. He fainted because of her failure as a trainer.
"Well, maybe the next person will be a bit more entertaining. Oh, I should probably mention - if you decide to come look for me, search for Team... actually, screw them."
Team...? Team....no, it could not be. Team Death? The same team that consumed her own older brother? Vio's arms shook, "You dirty bastard...was this all you wanted? To beat up a new trainer and her pokemon? You really are..." She paused on the word, almost afraid of using it, "...pathetic."
Lars fainted!
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Post by simon on Jan 17, 2011 1:50:46 GMT -5
He stood above her, smirking as she retorted weakly to him. His eyes shifted to the right before his Pokeball was taken into his hand, calling back Ponyta. Her insult was taken in stride, and he simply chuckled at it. "People become Pokemon Trainers in belief that it is safe and easy; a misconception and a lie to the general populace. Pokemon die daily by trainers and battles - trainers die daily from murder and robbery. Yet the media covers all these incidents up, because without Trainers, Pokemon would overtake general human populace and become untame." he threw logic at her, before lifting his right foot and lightly pressing it against the flat of her back - pinning her down in the snow embarrassingly.
With a swift movement, she would find him removing her pants from her body - and without much of a fight (assuming), she would be left in nothing but her knickers and upper torso wear - and whatever shoes she wore. Her pants were slung over his shoulder as he laughed, the cold snow bound to knick at her bare skin. Horrid night to go without bottom wear. In a way, this would be an indirect way of killing her if she catches pneumonia and dies - a slow painful death caused by yours truly - and at the same time inflict a traumatizing memory of wondering so late at night, battered and tore, without her pants.
Surely she better hope no hobos decide that they want to feel her up.
He would reach down and search her pockets and her bag, finding her cell before copying her number into his own. A bright smile was on his face, and he began to back away after tossing her phone next to her in the snow. "If you survive, I may come back to actually consider being a bit more gentle on our first date, beautiful. In the end, I think you just need a stronger man to put your ego in its place, hm dearest?" he flirted, closing his phone and tucking it in his pocket. Without further ado, he jogged off singing a happy song.
Ponyta gains 2 levels, and Gligar gained 1 level.
[ooc: and simon shall be hitting vio up in the future to flirt and torment mentally and physically~~ begin sadomaso relationship ago~~!]
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 17, 2011 2:15:58 GMT -5
That could not be true. People were powerful with their Pokemon, and Pokémon would definitely not overpopulate....could they? Vio could not imagine mass amounts of Pokémon destroying what humans have made. People were just so much more superior, were they not? Vio's thoughts were cut short as she felt his foot push down on her back, causing her upper body to go face first in the snow. "Auugh-"
Then suddenly, she felt something slip off her hips, off her thighs, and then she realized, the trainer was taking her pants! At least she wore something cute underneath, black and lacey, but the advance was unwanted. If it was not the bitter cold snow up against her face making her cheeks blush a tomato red, it was this man's actions. What...what was he doing? Before she knew it, her cell phone was thrown to her side, and she reached over slowly and clutched it. She held herself up by the elbows, and stared up at him. This time, she did not hold back the tears.
If you survive, I may come back to actually consider being a bit more gentle on our first date, beautiful. In the end, I think you just need a stronger man to put your ego in its place, hm dearest?
If she survives? Oh great, now she was going to die of hypothermia in this godforsaken place! "Wait, gimme back my..." but it was too late, and it was not like he was going to give her back her pants anytime soon. Vio was not the type to go pantsless before "dating" began, but she silently vowed that she will hunt this man down, and destroy him with her bare heads.
When he was off in the distance, she slowly moved feeling every skin cell on her legs writhe in pain. She shoved the cell phone in her jacket pocket, and grabbed Lars' pokeball and returned him. He had fought for her, but she had failed him. Using the tree to help herself up, she stumbled lightly until her back was straight. She tried to bend down, but her abdomen killed her, and she knew she would have some killer bruises. Awesome.
Instead of walking, she just found herself up against the tree, letting her tears fall down her face. Her long, pale legs had goosebumps on every cell, and the coldness seemed to envelop her entire body. Her cheeks stained black with mascara, and her nose sniffled with snot. Again, she had failed by the hands of a man, and she would never let herself forget it.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Jan 17, 2011 11:59:23 GMT -5
Wait, that is...
What the fuck?
Atrum Vulpes was walking through the route, pressing through the long grass and cold snow. The lower part of his trousers were soaked through, and freezing. His teeth were chattering, put he kept on through the blizzard. He hadn't decided to call on his Torkoal; he didn't think it necessary. He wasn't exactly deathly cold and he thought it harsh to call on the fire-type to warm him up again. He had his jacket done up the top, a rare thing for a man who was fairly proud of his body (years of school down the drain to maintain).
However, as he walked, something caught his eye; almost camouflaged, leaning against a tree. A girl, or woman; it was hard to tell, she looked womanly, but who knew these days, with all the make-up and.. surgery. Nonetheless, the one thing that caught his eye was her pants, or hereby 'lack-of' - she was very bare beneath her top, except for black underwear. She seemed distressed, and...
Obviously, not very warm at all. Atrum walked slowly towards her, trying to be quiet as he fumbled with a Pokeball on his belt; Flame would have to be used now, while he decided what to do. He opened the capsule and a bright white beam of energy illuminated the area, as his fire-pokemon appeared right next to the woman. Atrum was right; she was extremely pale, and like a ghost even without all of the snow falling around.
"Flame, keep her warm," he murmurs, not yet looking at her. And then he begins to undo his jacket.
Being as tall as he was, he calculated that if she wore his jacket by tying it up around her waist, it'd act like a dress; it'd be long enough to go down to her lower knee, anyway, and would do for now. He slowly takes off the jacket, feeling intense cold rush over him; he was wearing a simple white vest underneath. Of course, there was a chance she was a freak who had come out with no pants on... in the snow... on purpose.
What was the likelihood of that?
"Here." He says lightly, holding out his jacket and looking at her with, what he hoped, were warm eyes. However, goosebumps were beginning to spread up his arms as he spoke.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jan 17, 2011 12:15:59 GMT -5
Vio closed her soaking eyes. She was shaking pretty badly, not only because she was crying, but because every inch of her bare, lower body was freezing to the bone. This was what she got for leaving home. Was this karma? Or did somebody high up there just wanted her to be absolutely, positively miserable? Her head was lowered, and little droplets of black fell from her face. She would need to redo her makeup, eventually.
A bright illumination shone through the cracks of her slender fingers, and she found herself next to another fire Pokémon. Oh shit, another one? Another battle? She tried to slowly take a step to the side, to get away from the damned creature, but she looked up and found its trainer, holding out his jacket for her. She looked down, trying to wipe the excess makeup off her cheeks, but only smearing it outward. Then she realized...she was pantsless!
Vio stared at him for a moment. Was he another one, coming to mug her, now that she was pokemon-less and defenseless? "D-Don't l-look!" she chattered, wrapping the sleeves of the jacket around her waist, but she was thin so it slung low on her hips. She did not know whether to be thankful, or skeptical. She narrowed her eyes, her face still shaking while she shoved her hands back into her pockets.
"D-did you come b-back to finish what he started?" Vio would have taken another step back, but the air around the Torkoal was warm, but she did not want to be close to him. Her Pokémon had fainted, so if she was going to defend herself, she had to be ready. She clenched her fists. Vio was not going to let another man attack her.
TAGGG ! OOC ! [/blockquote]
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