Nilla
she/her
13
January 3
Wyndon
N/A
Trainer
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Vanilla Kingsley
Guardian Pickpocket
POSTED ON Feb 28, 2023 6:36:38 GMT
Two feet scuttered across the pavement, followed behind her shouting. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" The quiet girl had been chased for a couple of minutes, breathing heavily as some group or another had singled her out for money. And with her being mainly staying at friends' houses and such, money wasn't something she had readily available. Not that they might care or anything. Proxii was shoved into her pocket as a safety precaution while she continued fleeing from the group. Unfortunately, she tripped on a broken up piece of the walk and was sent careening onto the ground. Her body hit with an audible thud while her phone slid a short ways away from her. Vanilla raced to get up but felt a large force hold her against the ground. "Got you, Four Eyes!" She grunted, trying to squirm her ways towards Proxii to no success. She was picked up by the taller goon as another would go ruffling through her pockets as the rest of the group converged. "Check her pockets? She better have some good stuff for all the trouble we went through to get this." Of course, they found nothing of any real value. Vanilla winced as their inevitable frustration would come to a head as they'd look down on her. "You're gunna pay for makin' us go through all that trouble for a mint."
A flurry of punches and kicks came her way, with Vanilla trying her best to protect herself. She looked up through the attacks to see Proxii currently tangling with one of the skinnier ones, the Rotom phone struggling to get free. "Let go of me! Picking on a defenseless little girl! I'll show you punks some real firepower!" Pain shot through her stomach and body while the beating continued. Without the ability to speak, she did the only thing she knew she could do.
A scream was let loose through the neighboring blocks.
It was a short time later when the ground shook around them. Everyone present looked at the offender responsible, a pink colored Tinkaton that would let out a fearsome (yet adorable) cry at the punks around them. They'd all scatter off and run away, leaving Vanilla in the streets. The Pokémon ran after them with its weapon drawn as she finally had a break from the roughhousing. Exhaling out of worry, she rolled over and quickly reach out to collect Proxxi, whom had fallen on the ground as the gang ran away. The screen had gotten a nasty chip on the side from the fall, but he was in good health. Vanilla just brought him close, hugging her phone before another person came near. She jumped back out of worry but saw the face of another woman offering her a hand up. Vanilla cautiously slid her hand into hers and allowed herself to be helped onto two feet.
Her footing was a bit unbalanced but she'd manage to get back up on two feet. Proxii popped out of her hands, frantically looking around the girl. "Are you alright?! Those jerks think they can just get away with that! If they get near you again, I'll fry all of them into a crisp." Vanilla sniffled, using the reflection in Proxii's screen to look at herself. A bloody nose, a pounding headache, and bruises across her face and body. But alive and in good health. The Rotom looked over towards the other girl after that, while Vanilla took off her glasses to see them partially damaged. "Was that your Tinkaton? Thanks for the save."
Morrigan Anderson
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