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POSTED ON Sept 16, 2020 16:32:18 GMT
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POSTED ON Feb 2, 2020 2:41:00 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]he's been in shit before. he practically lives in shit. in a whole fucked up whirlwind of bad decisions. 

that's why he thinks so clearly now. that's why his hands know what to do and his brain is firing on all cylinders and it's also how he's gonna get them the fuck out of there. and he's gonna get them out safely, securely, and without any sort of inkling as to who they are

summer might be the clever one, but he's his own brand of genius. 

blue sprays down the carpets at his orders, soaks everything she can. captain scours the room for anything that could be linked back to them. she finds a couple locks of silver hair and tucks them in knox's ratty jacket pocket. 

when she gives the clear, he stands to river, grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him towards him. 

"i need you to shut the fuck up and stop worrying. we're gonna get outta here, alright? for chrissake, haven't you done anything like this before?" the anger stretching across his cheeks dissolves into a smug sort of amusement. "c'mon."

knox reaches for the door, hesitates. he swears under his breath and circles back to the desk, to the splintered wood and the hidden door, now broken in half, where some of the stash is still squirreled away. he shoves a couple fistfuls of the bags in his pocket, takes a wad of cash, and then jerks back up as he hears voices down the hall. 

"shit." he jogs to river, throws him against the wall beside the door, holds a finger to his lips. 

"you'll know when to run," he whispers. and then he looks down at the glaceon waiting patiently by his feet. he gives the signal and she freezes the wet carpet beneath them, and with blue's help, leaves a crystalline and slippery surface right under the door.

knox pulls his hood back over his head, hiding his blue and green hair, and grins from the shadows as the door creaks open. 





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POSTED ON Jan 30, 2020 15:42:19 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]his attack means nothing to the beast. and there are people screaming around him. bodies, crushed by the initial bomb impact, splintered apart with broken beams and colorful painted bricks, have him stumbling sideways. 

it's too much. 

there is a bomb above them and it is not in the air any longer, arcing up into the lighthouse, but back down, back towards them. and in this moment, he can't think about what matters.

there are orders from his higher-ups to get the beast ball at all costs, but there is a frenzied scuffle, pokemon with bloodlust in their bellies and a will to kill to protect those around them, to carry out orders from a boss who might do worse to them should they fail. 

captain and blue look to him for guidance, but they can see the panicked quickening of his breath, his eyes unfocused. he scratches at his arm and the two pokemon look at each other. captain nuzzles his leg, sends a soft electric jolt to bring him back down to earth. 

he grits his teeth. 

find eden

he finds his momentum and runs towards the fray, calling out her name. 





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POSTED ON Jan 25, 2020 5:12:58 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]a little too boring. knox snorts, has a feeling that she's only saying it to disagree with him. either that or just to watch him stumble. 

he crushes the last of his cider. his tongue burns, but he pays it no mind. captain waggles her tail as he bumps her off his shoulder. she skip-hops forward and then takes off in a run; knox follows after and nearly collides with the man in the trench coat. 

"shit, s-sorry, man. i was just trying to--cap! captain, get off the poor guy," he says, exasperated. he reaches for her and the waifish woman the man had been with titters with laughter. knox flashes her a boyish smile, a touch of sheepishness, as he retrieves his pikachu. 

loud. boisterous. attention-drawing. sun and moon, red and blue. 

the man gives him an odd look, says, "it's alright. you have a good night now." 

knox waves them goodbye and takes his time loping back to summer, three luxury balls minimized and held neatly between his fingers. he flashes them before her with a beaming grin. 





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POSTED ON Jan 17, 2020 20:10:45 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]he can show him anything he wants. so long as he doesn't stay more than an arm's length away. his heat is still flush against his body and knox is wanting, wanting, wanting, but he's anxious to do more, be more, become more. 

he wants to fall in love. love, love, love. what a sickening, dizzying, intoxicating drug. and he does this, does it every time he goes out. he falls hard because that's what he's really addicted to. not the coke that crusts his nose, that dilates his eyes. not the masochism of knowing he's unwanted, but trying anyway. 

no, he wants love. minute love. a love so painful that ends in a single night. that's beautiful before it can become ugly. 

he kisses spencer, hard. and then he laughs against his lips and he takes his hand and he says, "i know, i know the perfect place."

and then he takes him outside and they're on the street. the lights are bright; the city is starting to wind down. he wants to delve back into the bodies, into the multicolored leds, but he holds spencer's hand fast. 

and he takes him home. "shhhhh," he whispers as he swipes the key he'd nicked from summer the other night. the mansion stands tall, illustrious, umbecoming of a man such as knox. but he traverses the grounds with a familiarity that can only lead to a single conclusion. 



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POSTED ON Jan 16, 2020 16:10:24 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]he doesn't look to watch her. he doesn't know what he'd find on her face if he did--wouldn't be able to discern if it was regret or something lesser. he'd assume the latter. 

but he doesn't even have a moment to think this because he's too busy ordering cider for the two of them from an elderly woman with too-kind eyes. she has a single pokeball on her belt and it would be so, so easily to do a slight sleight of hand, lean forward in the stall and snag it while enrapturing her in his too-blue eyes. 

but he doesn't. he takes both ciders and thanks her and when summer approaches, he offers her one. he takes a sip of his. 

he shrugs. "easy access? you'd think more secure belts would be made, at least," he says. 

he scans the crowd. a man walks hand in hand with a slight woman; he readjusts his trench coat. the inside flashes for a brief moment and knox sees the five luxury balls nestled against the fabric. 

"up for a challenge then, red?" he says, smile dimpling. 



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POSTED ON Jan 16, 2020 16:03:54 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]ash fills his nose. he coughs and pulls himself from the wreckage of splintered wood. colorful banners lay torn to shreds, half-burnt from the explosions. captain eyes him with concern, but when it's clear he's only walking away with a couple of bruises, she turns her attention back to their surroundings. 

and knox sees hadly in the distance, running towards the tower. the ball from that creature's head still careens towards the lighthouse and he swears under his breath. 

captain makes a noise and he follows her gaze. his heart freezes, because the commissioner is there holding olivia abbiati in a choking grasp. or what was the commissioner. 

remember your orders. 

his mind races. this could be the perfect moment. in the open, attacking the commissioner because she's been corrupted. it wouldn't be outright murder. people might praise him for what he's done. and he'll still have done rocket's bidding. 

and what of eden? 

she can handle herself.

true, but he thinks it because of selfish reasons. 

blue pops out of her ball at his command and he orders both his pokemon to stand side by side. and then they run, closing the distance, knox calculating how much space his partners will need to pull off their attack with higher accuracy.

he stops, panting, and gives them his word. blue skids forward and blasts a hydro pump from her jaws, tail slamming down on the ground to stabilize her as she's forced backward from the torrent of water. captain leaps above her, curls her body, and executes a thunderbolt as the water travels towards its mark.





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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2020 16:52:43 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]there are studies on the subconscious. about how even if the conscious mind is not aware of certain facts, the subconscious picks up on what's been glossed over. and in knox's case, acts on those facts in a self-destructive manner. 

so he hadn't known, until adrenaline had kicked in and the guard with too much training was felled by the two boys, that he'd been stealing from a drug lord all this time. probably from the very person that distributes the shit he buys from seedy hookups in back alleys. he hadn't known, in his conscious mind, in his waking thoughts, of what he'd been doing, but he'd never questioned why he felt so compelled to carry out this self-appointed mission. 

it could go deeper than that. perhaps his subconscious was sick of his shit, sick of what he was doing to his body, and thought he could become a hero--dismantle the crime ring, cut off the supplier, and there wouldn't be anyone around to give knox another needle.

"it's fine. it's fine," he snaps at river. they'd dispatched the one guard before he could utter a work on his radio, but the static has the people on the other line asking questions. won't be long before they realize he's not calling in. 

knox pats him down, grabs keys and a key card and the guy's wallet. there's powder all around them from where one of the bags had split during the fight. knox's pupils give him away. he scratches at his nose. river might not have seen him dip into the stuff all over the dirty carpet, but it wouldn't be hard to draw a conclusion. 

"we wash it all away. get rid of prints and shit, right? and then we get the fuck out of here. easy."



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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2020 16:43:49 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]he'd often wondered what it might have been like if they hadn't grown up under the umbrella of a crime syndicate. and he'd often come to the conclusion that summer would have been the same manipulative sister, a wolf with dagger-teeth and a cunning smile. 

but could he have been different?

while captain and blue have a soft spot for the prescott sister, lena doesn't pay her much mind. she raises her nose to the air and sniffs delicately, though knox has a feeling she's scenting the warm poketreats that are being cooked two stores down. 

his fingers curl tighter. "dear sister mine, you know i don't have half a good eye as you." he starts walking, turns only to make sure she's following. "let's walk and do some recon. warm up. you like cider?"



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POSTED ON Jan 6, 2020 1:06:22 GMT
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[attr="class","knoxpost"]there are moving pieces. higher-ups know when these things are about to happen. he tells himself that he stays out of the game, but he knows it's not true. he's too smart for that. and he knows he's a pawn, that he's put in the firing lines, sent where destruction will carve its relentless demise among the majority of them without a second's thought.

he simply can't find the will to care. 

captain sits on his shoulder, restless, tail twitching. static crackles off of her cheeks, giving away her nervousness. he hasn't spoken a word to eden this entire time.

not about his meeting with his sister. not about his start again fail again try again flop again attempts at going sober for good. 

he ends up away from her because he's a little off-kilter, a little not right. there's a funny taste on his tongue and colors are too bright (and is there more? another one he hasn't discovered yet? that no one's discovered yet?) 

captain is the one who notices before the people start running, before the explosion. she chitters hastily in his ear and blasts a light screen as a barrier as knox dives under some of the market stalls. 

he spots eden a distance away from him and yells for her. 





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[attr="class","knoxpost"]he hasn't seen her since she left him in a pile of his own vomit with a few of his pokemon pocketed in her bag. and he doesn't really remember what she said to him, only remembers the weight on his shoulders as she pushed him to his side so he wouldn't choke on his own puke. 

he's back on his bullshit, ever since the fallout with hadley. and he can only imagine how much summer won't give a flying fuck. he's done holding his breath for that. 

he has his hands in his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched. not much meat on his bones to keep out the cold. he's a sour look on his face, but at least his glaceon is enjoying the cold weather. 

"busy night, even though it's cold," he remarks when she nears. he doesn't even really see her out of the corner of his eye. he just knows she's there, taunting and smug and probably thinking of a thousand different ways to fuck him over before they can get past pleasantries. 



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