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Post by FOTLY on Dec 22, 2011 17:16:33 GMT -5
rules: 1k worded posts. content doesn't matter. have fun.
This whole damned city could just about be demolished for all he cared. What was with Erik and traveling to the ghettos at this time of night? It was like nighttime was his favorite time of the day to go lurking around in search of those creepy crawlies of people in whom he’d named thugs. They had that kind of vibe radiating off of them, something that was a lot scarier than being chased down by a pack of horny hookers. Either way he tended to have a little bit of trouble keeping them away. Luckily for him, he came to this god forsaken place with a whole can of ‘bitch repellent’ as he called it, and he was ready for just about anything to pop out at him.
Everything excluding the slight way everyone stared at him as if he didn’t belong. There were those thugs hanging around all over, and he had to admit, although he didn’t show it, he was scared shitless. It was one of those things in where you’d go and do it with a straight face, but in reality, you really don’t want to. It was just something that sent those shivers climbing up his spine. Why was he even in this stinky place? The scary people hanging around were enough to keep him away on a good day, but why was he even bothering with it now? It wasn’t like he was dared to do it, because otherwise he’d just lie about going into there.
With one hand clenched tightly to his pocket, he scrambled around the dimly lit streets, happening to come across an alley. Without much of a second thought, Erik stepped inside, feeling like he was basically at home, but at the same time, not; if that made any sense, that is. It was like he was a stranger in his own domain, like how most people probably felt when walking into a completely redone house on one of those silly T.V. shows. What were they called . . .? Wasn’t it like ‘Holmes Building Homes’ or something? Erik couldn’t exactly be sure, seeing as how he didn’t really watch a lot of T.V. nowadays. He stopped the moment he took to the Cheyenne Region. There was no time to watch T.V. anymore, as he was on a quest to obtain an Arceus. With that mission in mind, he was going to everything he could go obtain it.
He heard of that Legendary Island place. He heard that there’re were catchable legendary poke’mon on that island, and the fabled Arceus just so happened to be uncatchable, just out of his reach. Erik had to obtain the amount of money with whatever needs necessary if he was going to achieve his goal in life. With that Arceus by his side, he would never have to work another day. He would restore the honor to his name, since it was just a little tinged by the past events he had taken up. But first, making that money would be a real pain in the arse. He was going to have to go to really low levels to do such a thing, and he couldn’t really help but wonder, 'was it worth it?'
Then he remembered just how cool having an Arceus would be and no fucks were given on morality.
So what was he doing down in the ghettos? The question reappeared in his mind. Well, that was simple now that there was a longer-than-needed explanation on what he was going to do with his life. He was out here to make money. No, he wasn’t selling his body like the disease ridden people everywhere else. No, he wasn’t drug dealing like those thugs that liked to walk around thinking they were all big and bad because they could pick someone up and throws them half-way across a football field. He was being a salesperson today, selling old junk that he came across throughout his past few days of collecting them.
“You, sir! Yes, you! You look like you’re in need of a new television set!” Erik put on a wide smile, before watching as the man walked up. He had no clue that Erik actually taken said T.V. while the guy was out buying groceries. So when the man heard the words that Erik spoke to him, he was given a suspicious look. “I mean, I’m just getting that vibe from you.”
“Actually . . . I do.”
The smirk grew. Erik had to remember, however, to stick to his script that he had worked on. There had to be no doubts that Erik had just genuinely stumbled upon a T.V. that just so happened to look like the one that should have been in his house. Either way, that was why he had a script. “Well, then, sir, it must be your lucky day! I have a T.V. just back where I work to give you!”
Within the length of time of an hour, the T.V. was placed back into the man’s hold, and Erik had gotten absolutely nothing. The man had discovered that the T.V. was actually his, and he demanded it back without any charge of money. Erik, without much of a place to refuse, was forced to hand over the T.V. and given a chance to ‘get his life out of the hole’. Either way, Erik walked out before he got a talk from a supposed psychiatrist from the man.
Now he was hanging around the streets, bored as can be. Oh, how he wished to be riding in the air on the back of an Arceus, legs tangled in the golden rods of the poke’mon. He’d love to be riding on the back of the white fur . . . It was a dream he’d had at a young age, and now that he was a poke’mon trainer, he was going to complete it. Complete it once and for all.
Now, to keep his mind off of the Arceus he was never going to have, he needed some entertainment.
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Post by jay on Dec 23, 2011 7:30:30 GMT -5
Was it strange that Jay found an odd comfort in the idea of the ghettos of Verona City? The city was once known for it’s pristine buildings and was the greatest city in Cheyenne, rivaling Goldenrod of his own home region in its grandness. However, unlike Goldenrod the slums of this place were filled with crime, poverty and racism. As Jay took a long drag from his cigarette, he shoo’d away a few hookers who had wanted to make some money on his dick. Occasionally he would let them fondle with his precious golden balls but at this point, he didn’t want pussy but wanted to suck on some glorious cock. He could just taste those salted nuts in his mouth, ”mmm.” he mumbled as he got a quick hard-on in his pants. ”fack.” he noticed how huge the bulge was in his pants as he maneuvered himself so it really couldn’t be seen. It was also night, so it was pretty easily hidden from any crowd. The ghettos were a safe haven for Jay, not only when he wanted to be a cum-guzzling whore but when he needed peace, a serene moment from his never-ending journey. Five years and he still was going for master, it was the longest it had taken him and already the ripe age of twenty-one, he had gotten into a lot that he had never expected. These weren’t really regrets, but as a youthful child, he would’ve never seen himself in the mess that he currently was in today. A trashy, troll of a trainer that hardly took rest and stayed in his elite level and mocking the new trainers with their aspirations and their ambitious drive. Jay took another long drag from his cigarette and exhaled with the thought At least his pokemon loved him?
The cold night began to play its nightly tune, which was Jay’s favorite part of the city. The trainer leapt on a trashcan and pulled himself up to a rusty ladder, really heading as high up as he could until he was sitting on the ledge of one of the buildings. With all the metal on the rooftops, the wind would quickly wisp in and out creating an odd yet soothing melodic hum. It was a tradition that Jay did at least once a week, was to come to the city and enjoy the lowlifes that surrounded him. The idea isn’t crazy in his skewed perspective, with these people he could be whomever he want and enjoy the mess that they created. With these people, he could really see people at their lowest so he could really appreciate those people who had the best in life as Jay considered him in the middle of the economic ladder, he could sway in and out like a pendulum, almost as if he had no control for his constant urge to enjoy both extremes. The sound continued to play as Jay really felt at peace, an almost euphoric state that brought him some strange enlightenment. A very momentary feeling that would drop soon enough and bring him back to reality. This is what Jay really lived for; it was probably the reason why he liked drugs like Ecstasy so much. It brought him a high like no other, unable to control his actions and just a space in his mind that was just warmth. It was the best time of his life, going to these delinquent raves and enjoying the music slamming into his face and connecting with other people in a way that you couldn’t if you were sober. It was bliss, a fucked-up chaotic bliss that Jay yearned for constantly.
As Jay was idolizing drugs, he could hear a man talking quite loudly. ”Oh wow, he sounds pretty fucking hot.” he commented to himself as he fiddled with his belt and grabbed Angela. ”This will do. Angie. Get the fuck out here and send me down there.” he said as he rolled the pokeball onto the roof as his large Giratina appeared. ”Let’s go down there.” he said as he jumped onto his pokemon who decided to spread her wings and fly upwards into the cloud. ”NO ANGELA, FUCKING DOWN.” he said as he slammed his feet into her back and she let out a large shriek and began to fly down. When Jay wanted dick, he was quite cranky. As he was heading down, he saw the blonde-haired trainer mutter something about a television set. He landed down right in front of the male and stepped off of Angela, ”What the fuck are you going on about? I could hear you all the fucking way up there.” he said as he pointed to the roof and took out his pokeball. ”Return.” he said as Angela got sucked into her pokeball and Jay walked closer to Erik really giving him a sturdy look.
”So buddy.” he began as he crossed his arms and threw the cigarette onto the floor killing it with his foot. ”What’s up? You seem bored. I’m fucking bored.” The tone in his face was almost singsong, the poor kid seemed a little bummed out. The guy had a very smug look on his look, ”So you look lke you were born to be a bad kid, right?” analyzing the guy and gave him a very cheeky stare. ”Probably some rick kid who wants to be seen as the bad ass. Some kind of drug, some shit. Thinks he’s a badass and sleeps with tons of girls because of his good looks.” continuing on as he used his left hand to pinch Erik’s cheek. ”You seem to be three years ago, but trust me kid. Where you’re at isn’t where you want to be.” like a fucking hand attempting to pull Erik out of the hole he was in. ”So I’m Jay. What’s your name, bruh?” he asked offered a handshake ready to offer this kid a whole new side of life, better drugs, all the fun this little kid wanted to have without any of the cost.
ooc – LOL WHAT KIND OF FUCKERY IS THIS? wc - 1021 bruh
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