Kitten
She/Her
12
June 19
Petalburg City
Pansexual
Security Consultant
Grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @harpermann
Harper Mann
Somebody Call 911 [M]
POSTED ON Jun 13, 2023 1:27:28 GMT
[attr="class","samjertop"][attr="class","samjer"] [attr="class","samjermain"] Last night, she stepped foot in the wrong alley, and the punks that called it home were quick to prove that fact. They catcalled her. One of them went so far as to grab her jacket. Then, of course, came the accusations. “Ya gonna regret coming round here, sticky fingers. Maybe we’ll cut em off for ya—stop that temptation, eh?” And, while she totally had jacked one of the loser’s wallets, it wasn’t worth beating the snot out of her for. That guy didn't even have a credit card! After dodging most of their sloppy punches—the benefit of being as slippery as an eel—the preteen found herself facing down a Pokemon mob. Time to get out of here! As a Tentacool swiped at her head, her cowardly Floragato dropped into the fray. A quick leech seed sapped at the thing’s health. But, when the energy came back, it felt like he’d stuck his paw in a jar of nettles. He didn’t get much time to think about it though. His trainer’s hand was in his one second and tugging him up the fire escape the next. Using their size to their advantage, they took refuge between a dumpster and a wall. The smell from the trash was enough to keep the leader’s Houndour from sniffing them out. A few minutes later, Harper surged to her feet with a grin. “Hah!” She moved to give the cat a high-five. “Those idiots are gonna be looking all night. Thanks for—” Her eyes widened as the cat’s eyelids fluttered before he flumped to the ground. “Twiggy!? Hey!” Harper shook him, her voice full of panic. Tears threatened as she rolled him onto his back. On the backside of his paw, she could see nasty purple veins trailing upward. “That thing must have—! Shit!" His breathing turned shallow as his body fought the poison. “Hang on!” Leaving her jacket with him—a threadbare blanket against whatever racked his body—Harper made her way to main street. Finding a kid, she moved to grab his shoulders. “Hey! I need a—I think Twiggy needs an antidote!” She dug into her pocket and pulled out what cash she had. “I’ll pay for it! Here!” She shoved the wad at the dark-haired kid’s chest. Banned from every store in spitting distance, it seemed easy pickings had finally came back to bite her. [newclass=.samjer] font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain] margin: 0 auto; width:350px;background-color:#272727;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjermain b] color: #F4B3DC; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain i] color: #F099CF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color:#B6F8EE; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 10px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjerpoke] width:440px;height:60px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat; border-top: 8px solid #F4B3DC;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:15px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px; background-color: #2B2B2B;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertop] width:440px;height:50px;background-color: #F099CF;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:5px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass]
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