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[personal profile] callbacks
what up dj strider back in the hizzouse
and by hizzouse i mean home sweet g-rod
it seems no matter what all roads eventually lead back to the big city which of course is no surprise to anyone with any cultural taste whatsoever
but since its like that
and since the weathers soon to take its yearly turn towards utter ass and i fully intend to hunker down and do nothing but bitch until summer
i was thinking of maybe renting a house??
whats next am i gonna spontaneously sprout an apron and sudden understanding of what the fuck kitchen utensils are actually used for by sentient beings who arent psychopaths
im at least halfway serious though so maybe get in touch if you meet the following criteria:

     1 you want to split rent for a house in goldenrod
     2 youre like twenty years old tops
     3 weve spoken at least like four words to each other???
     4 youre cool living with the loudest creature any universe has ever known and his dear sweet precious exploud
     5 no clowns
     6 no puppets
     7 you dont have shit taste in music

the perks:
     1 were awesome
     2 every night is movie night
     3 you can buy shit thats bigger than a breadbox and have somewhere to stash it
     4 this guy

anyway let me know if youre interested
and if any of my crew are in town ring me up so we can hang
pipers_son: ("Bring the kids" is the most)
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Who: Joker and Jimmy, and then Joker and Envy
What: Has Joker mentioned he really hates the occult? Well. He does.
When: Some point after the festival
Where: Eve's Garden Circus
Warnings: Talks of kidnapping, child abuse, child death, drugging... Not a fun time.

something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive )
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[personal profile] indigo_league
Who: Everyone!
Where: Either Ecruteak City or Lavender Town; please mark your toplevel comments accordingly!
When: August 13th-15th
Summary: Celebrate O-bon at a festival near you! For details, see the infopost.
Rating: Will vary from thread to thread. Warn for common triggers if something comes up.
Log:
My heart is a GHOST TOWN )
cyan_maid: (Oh you cannot be serious.)
[personal profile] cyan_maid
[Video]

[There are a lot of things you don't expect when you're Jane Crocker. You don't expect the entire world to shift scenes in the blink of an eye, floating in the ruins of a golden moon one second and waking up in what looks to be a normal, sunny bedroom the next. You don't expect some woman whom you've never seen before in your entire life to come in, claim to be your mother, shove a backpack into your arms and kick you out of the house with vague directions to a - a laboratory? And you certainly don't expect to be given what you're darn tootin' sure is a Pokeball once you get there, and as soon as you go, are again booted out towards the only dirt road outta town: Route 29.

So forgive her if she spent the last night in town, pounding on the door of her "mother"'s house and demanding to be let back in and given an explanation. When her video comes on this morning, it shows a very tired, bespectacled teenage girl with prominent buck teeth looking about 110% done with everything around her.]


...Okay, it's on. I think. [She squints, as if looking for something on the Pokegear to in fact indicate it is on, before continuing.] Um...hello? I'm basically going on a hunch that this...weird thing can be used as a communicator of sorts. Almost like FaceTime on a smartphone, right? I-I really hope so, or else I'm making calls into the goshdarned aether. [She sighs, shaking her head.] Anyway. If someone out there knows exactly how someone can wake up in what should very well be a video game that isn't supposed to suck you into a virtual reality, and if there's a way for me to leave, I'd greatly appreciate it. I...was sort of in the middle of something. [A look of hesitance crosses her face, as if...she may be asking to go back, but she sure as fuck doesn't want to at the moment.] I'll be in this...New Bark Town place for a little longer, if you need to know where I am.

- Oh, and, one more thing? [The video blurs as it shifts to a very pink creature that's quietly munching on some trail mix by Jane's side.] Not that she isn't cute, but, um...is this really a Pokemon?

[Action]

[True to her word, Jane lingers in town for the day. The pink Pokemon - Audino, her Pokedex has explained - seems happy to sit nearby and play with the hood on her unusual attire. This seems to be proving endearing enough to get Jane to smile despite herself, but given how warily she looks at the natives, it seems she'd do well with some sort of human conversation that doesn't tend to repeat itself.]
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[personal profile] thelittlegingerthatcould
[Video]

[Hanna's had a pretty interesting day so far. He met a woman who said she was his mom, which as far as he's concerned, is really fucked up. He got the most precious pokemon friend ever, talked to a professor, and is now wandering route 29. It's in his wandering though, trying to fluff over the fact that he's here, he isn't being held up by gun point, and is instead living a childhood dream, that he realizes something.

Before he'd been so overwhelmed by everything that it hadn't registered, but now? He was just walking, everything was calm, and-] Oh my god this music is everywhere.

[He's talking to the screen because he's not going to complain to his Noibat who probably has way better hearing and thus suffering more than him by far.] What do they have around here? Speakers in the trees? I don't understand where it's coming from, but as far as music goes, it kind of sucks. Like I always imagined having my own life soundtrack, but i've endured only like, what? Three hours of this and it's already stuck in my head. Please tell me it changes every once in a while. Please.

Cause this is like some kind of torture.


Action

After the realization that no, this music doesn't stop, and complaining to everyone about it, Hanna has decided to take a break and open up that lunch his...mom packed. It's nice, obviously made with love and he's just going to stare at it for a little bit, taking it in before grabbing his fork and taking a bite.

He can't say he isn't disappointed when it doesn't taste like what his mom used to make, but there's that same quality of 'i made this for my son' that kind of gets him to chew slower, appreciate it more, and after each bite he kind of sighs and takes a deep breath. For all that he had been pushing aside, trying to keep up the hype of just being here? Well. "Mom's" lunch seems to take the cake over being moments away from being shot any day.

Amelia, who had been flying around looking for food of her own to eat, smart little thing that she was, flutters to a stop on a branch, big ears twitching and turns back towards her over enthusiastic trainer. Something's wrong, obviously, and she'll flutter back, landing right next to his lunch on his knee, squeaking up at him.

"Huh? Naw, it's all good, Amelia," He says, wiping his nose with is sleeve and pushing at his eyes with the heel of his palm, "just got something in my eye."
Jul. 5th, 2016 04:06 pm

020 | Video

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[personal profile] awesmazings
I bet everybody's heard the news by now, huh? I can't believe we can actually get our own gyms! Well, after you got all the badges and get through victory road, anyway.

...aaand I still got some I'm missin'.

[Jimmy laughs and rubs the back of his neck, shaking his head a little.]

It's hard not to get distracted when there's so much going on, I guess! Good news is that I only got two more left to get here around town, and I kinda was wantin' to get back on the road again anyway!

So! Me n' my team are gonna go to Cianwood first! I've kinda been really wantin' to try those warp pads out, so it's prolly not gonna be all that long of a trip or anything...but if anybody wants to come or if I could meet up with somebody somewhere, that'd be swell! It's more fun travelin' with a group, yaknow?

[Though he can a bit more easily than he used to...he still likes being around folks.]

Oh! One more thing!

Tooons of new people have been showin' up lately, and I haven't even been able to say hi to everyone! So: hi! My name is Jimmy Two-Shoes! It's awesmazing to meet all you guys, and I hope we can be great friends!

[There's a chorus of Pokemon noises from behind Jimmy (he looks to be in a Pokemon Center) of agreement before he turns off the feed.]
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[personal profile] toothaches
[ACTION FOR NEW BARK, MORNING]

[It seems that there is a Wheezing loose in town somewhere if one is to judge by the sound of labored breathing, coughing, and of course, wheezing. If you were to follow it, however, you'd find a very worn out young man instead of a poison-type Pokemon.]

[Maurice has been alive and human for a full two hours now and still hasn't quite caught onto this whole breathing thing. The pale man feels stupid for having been so spoiled by his brief undead condition. He can be found sitting on the ground and leaning against buildings or benches (never quite making it ONTO said benches) with a hand planted against his heart as he makes his way around town and attempts to explore.]

[His beating heart. This is like a wonderful dream and a terrible nightmare all rolled into one. His backpack lay half strewn before him as he tries to puzzle out the things he's been given along with the spiel Mom gave him. Some food. Some clothes. Ugh, a book. TIME TO TOSS THAT OUT! He sends it fluttering over his shoulder. Some weird...spray bottle thingies...probably breath spray. He's not entirely convinced he's not actually having a dying dream behind that Wendy's dumpster he remembers passing out behind.]


This is crazy. This is all crazy. But. I don't even--[A choking cough.] know if I wanna wake up from all this...


[VIDEO, NOON-ISH]

[Starter Pokemon? DISCOVERED. Bento box? DEMOLISHED. Now it is time for...TECHNOLOGY. Maurice has never used a 'phone' like this before and the feed is filled with his scrunched up, thoughtful face as he fumbles with the buttons. The man is pale--sickly pale with bags under his eyes that would absolutely not fit in any airline overhead compartment. His hair is faded and plastered to his forehead under the hat he's found in his backpack. Probably the most notable thing about him is the mouthful of steak knives that serve for his teeth--and the doofy little gap right in the middle.]

God...God. Come on. Where is the--Ugh! I can't do this. I don't know how to do any of this. Maybe I shouldn't have thrown away that book...

[Suddenly a huge grey snout with a wicked horn on the very tip plants itself against his cheek and lets out a concerned rumble. The grouchy fellow's frown melts instantly. Sure Maurice is a little feverish, lost, and afraid, but at least he has a RHINO DINO to keep him company holy shit he loves this thing. Maurice turns, angling the gear so that only half of the duo is visible. He pats the Rhyhorn's rocky forehead.]

Ahaw, Meatloaf, it's okay, dude. I don't need this dumb thing anyway. I got you!
ducktailprim: (crying alone)
[personal profile] ducktailprim
 [As the video feed switches on, there is a very timid and frightened girl on the screen. She's sitting on the bed in the house that she woke up in a day or so ago. After meeting up with a strange old man, being given a ball and this gear, she was lost, upset and ended up back at the very same house. A kind woman has taken her back in but it's quite clear that the woman was now hoping the young girl would soon set out on her journey. Like the others...

There was a skiddo on the bed next to her, her head resting on her lap and watching up at her with wide eyes. This skiddo has felt Prim's loneliness and pain. She feels it every time Prim runs her hand over her horns. And she didn't know how to make her trainer feel better. 

Prim's making this Gear post out because of the suggestion of the kind woman. If there was somebody she was desperately looking for, this would be the way.

There were tears brimming on her eyes as she tries to stare into the camera of her gear.]


Katniss...? They said that...if you were here, you would see this and contact me. I don't know where I am...and last time...

[Her voice catches for a moment and she tries to clear her throat.]

Last time I saw you...they were forcing you onto that train. And...I really want to see you again.

Please come take me home....


[There is a moment that the video hangs as she tries to figure out how to turn off the recording and just before the clip ends, you could faintly hear her begin to cry, with the skiddo making soft soothing sounds towards her]



[ooc: I promise Prim won't always be so sad. She just needs some love at the moment! She will desperately pick up any messages sent to her gear in the hopes that it's her sister. Or if anybody would like to coax her out into the world, please visit her in the random house in New Bark Town that she's hiding in!]
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[personal profile] quickattackjack
[Well here's a sight! The old fellow who appears on the network has been gone for exactly one year. He's out on the broken Goldenrod streets. Same wild hair, same silly little glasses, same hollow cheeks...but something seems off. Something is missing from his grin. He's had a long day.]

[He's in a dark place--a bar, it looks like. Instead of his usual tacky red Exeggutor-print shirt, he's wearing a plain black shirt. The huge curious eyes of a Purrloin appear in the corner of the screen.]


Well hello, Johto! It seems that the past few days were no dream after all! It's been a while, hasn't it? I've read about jetlag but never felt it myself until today. One moment you're writing letters to everyone you know and the next, they're telling you it's been a whole year. And you are also in space.

[He shakes his head slowly and forces his grin to grow wider.]

Well! Looks like I have a lot of newspapers to read! How are all of you? To my circus friends, expect a visit very soon! And you too, Jimmy!
armoredsoul: (Nervous laughter)
[personal profile] armoredsoul
[Hello, Johto. Here's a face that hasn't been around for a while! Al frowns and scratches his neck, looking more than a little awkward.]

Um, I know it might not be the best time with the whole 'natural disasters everywhere' thing going on, but...I just wanted to let anyone who remembers me know I'm apparently back to stay? At least for a little while.

[A long, awkward pause, before Al chuckles nervously.]

So, uh, what'd I miss?
May. 31st, 2016 01:45 pm

025 // Log

pipers_son: (icons-for-the-baes) (I'm going to hell in a handbasket.)
[personal profile] pipers_son
Who: Joker, Jimmy Two-Shoes, Tobias, Ashley Williams, and Rakka
What: Workers of the Eve's Garden Circus plus two poor innocent bystanders decide to help put a stop to Ilex Forest's rampaging Poison problem. It will probably survive this encounter.
When: Early June, Shock-Blocked event
Where: Ilex Forest

When he'd first heard about the news reports coming from Ilex Forest, well, it wasn't like he could just not do anything. It was bad for business, roads being closed off and Poison Pokemon rampaging everywhere. So Joker had gathered up a couple of those still about the Circus and took off. It'd been pure coincidence that they'd run into a pair with the same idea in mind, and since they were all heading the same way....

Now here they are.

Hopefully they don't set the place on fire.

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