i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON May 6, 2020 18:05:26 GMT
[attr="class","wizzsl"] If there ever was a place, you do not want to go. Especially in the dead of night, and especially if you’re alone. There isn’t much worse you can do than the outskirts of Slateport for attracting the cockroaches of humanity.A common sight was to find thugs, bandits and anyone else unwelcome in normal society. Restlessly standing huddled in groups – waiting for prey to stumble upon them. Or perhaps, to find one of those gambling games with the ball under the cups. Equally ready to rip the money from your wallet with no regrets.None of this, really bothered Adriana though. Running away from home, living on the streets and dealing with the trash every day, tended to toughen a girl up. On this night, she found herself wandering back towards the main body of Slateport. Head down, headphones blaring a loud anthem of rock into her ears. As she pretended not to see the bandits of common decency roam from the shadows. The old guitar case strapped to her back. “I’m sure that’s a pretty piece. How’z about I buy it off ya. A dollar. Best offer?” The voice blared from a side street. A man stepped forward, face mostly hidden, except for a spike of white hair, protruding from beneath the hood. Adriana didn’t catch most of what he said, until he was a meter away. “Oii, don’t ignore me, babe. No need to be ignorant. I mean no harm. Well, if you don’t piss me off.”A hand jumped forward, grabbing Adriana by the guitar case and pulled her forward. Taken unaware by the sudden attack – Adriana stumbled. The headphones fell to the ground and slid away, out of sight. The music dully played from wherever they had fallen. “Now where were we. You’re a pretty little thing. How's about a date? You, me? That empty back street.” the man said, smirking a wide and uncomfortable smile. Adriana rolled her eyes. “I have better things to do than to kick the ass of every, neglected by mummy, punk that call these streets home. “So, get your hand off before I break it off.” Adriana pulled her self away, distancing herself from the man by a few feet. “Ooo, this one got spunk. I like fire in my ladies.”“Now, shall we try this again, girly.” The man reached down to his belt and pulled a Pokéball from the back. “So, let's go on a date?”“I’d rather drink sewage,” Adriana said simply. “But if you want to battle so badly, then I can take you to school.”The man scoffed which quickly turned into a smile. “But, if I win, you gotta be my girl.” Adriana rolled her eyes, once more. “Dream on. Just pick a Pokémon and shut up.” With a pop and a burst of white light, a grey dog-like Pokémon appeared in front of the bandit. “Me and ‘yena will kick your butt. One, two three.”
The Mightyena let out a low growl and readied itself for a fight. It had clearly been in a few brawls or two, judging by the many cuts and slashes between the folds of matted fur. Or maybe, it was merely neglect. Thomas Benoit [newclass=".wizzsl"] text-transform: lowercase; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzsl b"] [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzsl i"] [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzsl a"] font-size:13px; font-family: courier new; text-transform: !important; [/newclass]
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