Billi
He/Him
Twenty-One
August 29th
Spikemouth, Galar
Gay
Journalist
Ex-Gym Leader
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Billi Marsh
Did You See The Flare
POSTED ON Nov 3, 2020 18:51:49 GMT
The warehouse had turned out to be a good investment after Billi cleared it all out, moved stuff to a seperate building, and heck even renovated it in the short time he had. Granted everything was just cheap, or he heckled for a lower price, or was gifted to him because of his big smile. It was cozy...and felt like a home. Even better it was cheap and self-sufficient with heat once he got a fire pokemon. Din was the reason Billi had a large amount of electric running through it due to his webs acting as wires and providing enough electricity to keep the building going.
It was now a week or so after the events at the raid, and his home remained untouched, gathering clutter and dust as anxiety and paranoia, mixed with trauma moved unfiltered without a rotomgram sepia style, through his brain. His living space cluttered with full cans of soda, sports drink, heck even bottled water. The meal he had prepared for himself, sitting on the table, cold at this point as the meat had begun to make him uneasy and feel….cannibalistic.
Crying had gotten him nowhere and a message from mom, helped pull him out of the well of depression, but even so...it still lingered. The star was falling rapidly but Billi knew he always pulled himself out of these kinds of situations. Billi’s hair ruffled and unstyled, uncharacteristic of the blonde, his plain sweater keeping him warm, sweatpants achieving the same effect with optimal lazy, sad comfort. His coach, comfortable, covered in blankets, pillows, all theme after his pokemon. Yamper sitting in his lap, getting the most ideal pets from his owner.
“Yeah. I know, I gotta eat” he smiled to the mice that ran around the top of the couch trying to feed him their cheese, which he took nibbles of. Majora, the Poipole had found home with Billi over the past few days, a rather new addition, it was still learning to be a normal “tame” pokemon. While not violent it was still adapting to non alien life here. Yet….it became intwined with Billi and he couldn’t avoid living without him. Billi had given it his meal on the table, which it swallowed like a blackhole and moved back to sit in the blanket nest with Billi, wearing his yamper hat that he bought with Oscar.
Maybe….he’d help him out of this sink hole?
oscar clayton
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