golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
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kim cole-essam
the motions of fun [ w ]
POSTED ON Jul 12, 2019 22:07:47 GMT
Click. Click. Click.
The ticking of an empty pokeball within the hands of a man who has nothing better to do than wait.
He waits for someone, a woman in particular, who he had asked to accompany him on this humid evening, a specialist almost. It was Avery, a breeder by nature.
It was mostly assumption on his part that she would be an expert when it came to tracking considering her experience with baby pokemon. Maybe he thought that it was second nature for her to find them. Maybe he just didn’t want to be alone, forced to venture the hills with only his pokemon to keep him company. Or maybe, there was a mental blocker forcing him to stop looking after about 3 or so pokemon making progression stunted if done alone.
All of these maybe’s but there was one thing that Kim was sure of.
There was a clown on the loose.
A Mime Jr. To be exact.
Once Avery had arrived he would give her the rundown, his voice gruff and inflection serious, refusing to look her in the eye to form some sort of jaded vibe.
“...Ever heard of the Dirty Night Clowns?”
“They were an offshoot of Rocket, a gang within a gang, who’s only members consisted of Mr. Mime’s with a sole Mime Jr. as their leader.”
Some say it was the most vicious Mime Jr. they’ve ever seen, untold power dwelling within such a small body.
“They were some of the biggest players this side of the region, notorious for their clown-jobs.”
He shutters.
“Those affected are never the same again. That does something to a person. Something I wouldn’t even wish on my worst enemy.”
The various victims were subjected to untold horrors, forced into a vow of silence to try and forget the whole ordeal. There are only a few that had successfully told their stories, and honestly, a retelling would only serve to haunt weaker minds this his.
“Anyways… since Rocket’s been scattered, so have the clowns, but there have been a few reports of quiet honks heard around these parts. The rookies that heard it are too scared to look into it- something about it sending shivers up their spines- so its up to me to do so.”
Finally, he looks to Avery, his expression stone cold as he grasped the empty pokeball tightly.
“I need your help finding and booking this scumbag. And I know with your help, we can put him away from good, making sure that no more are affected by his sinister honks ever again.”
avery jones
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