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[kissmyaspis]

Who: Athena (kissmyaspis) & Timothy Lawrence (secondhandsome)
Where: Ecruteak City
When: 8/20
Summary: When two people who are really bad at coping with bad shit confront the ghosts of their past, what happens?
Rating: PG-13 just in case, alcohol and talks of violence and stuff

( drinking, that's what happens )

1st Petal [New Bark Town, Video]

[better2do]

[The feed on this Pokegear starts with a shot of an open Trainer's Handbook. It lingers on the page for a moment, and anyone with quick enough eyes can see it's talking about the operation of the 'gear and how it broadcasts to a network.]

- There's a light!

[The voice is at once young and tired. The 'gear shakes as someone turns it around, revealing it's owner, a pale, pale boy with white hair and reddish-brown eyes. The skin around them is a bit puffy, as if he'd been crying recently. What on first glance looks to be a large yellow flower behind his ear is actually a Flabebe, and she clings expertly to her flower as she leans in to look at the 'gear herself. The boy swallows, takes a deep breath.]

H-Howdy. Um. The book says...the book says I'm talking to people in this? So I guess it's like a phone, or the internet. Um...[He pauses, shifting. It's a bit clearer now, where he is - sitting under a shady tree in New Bark Town.] I, I need some help. I can't...that lady, she...she's not my Mom. And, even if she was, I'm not supposed to be...

[Here, on the surface with sunlight and fresh air? Human, furless and flat-faced? In charge of such a delicate, tiny flower friend when he's hurt so many monsters so many times before? These all come to mind, but he says none of them.]

Uh...i-it's hard to explain. But, I really, really need to go back home. I'll just -

[The words catch in his throat, and he bows his head, the first of a new batch of sniffles and the Flabebe's concerned cry audible before he drops the 'gear and it shuts off.]

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[rememberthemaim]

[ The outskirts of New Bark Town. He doesn't particularly want to stay, but no one has explained why leaving would be a good option either. Maine is sitting in the shade of a tree. His Flabébé, now called Ragweed, is on his lap because he has given up, okay? The stupid thing won, but he will never say it. Never. It's lucky he didn't stick with his original name for it, but he was sick of waiting for the various Poke-vet techs to get over their righteous indigence over one measly curse word and treat the blasted thing for "fainting". Again. Again. He's been here only 24 hours, and he knows the nurse's name.

The stupid rat-faced thing that Rags had fought wasn't even that big! Maine only wanted it because it had teeth. It wasn't a flower, okay, and then he could give Ragweed to anyone and still have another pet to deal with... pet things, because here humans are more useless than ever.

He takes out his PokeGear (he is going to start calling everything poke- now. PokeBacon. PokeSteak. PokeHam. Are pokemon food?) and types out a message. ]

will work for warthog. car. not picky.

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