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
Rolling Star
POSTED ON Sept 8, 2020 22:32:00 GMT
Somehow….she was right. That was here he failed. He always kept things to himself, kept his story to himself because he didn’t want to upset people. Then at the same time he wanted people to always feel like they could feel at home with him. Like every orphan, every lost pokemon, every broken ranger could come to him and get what they wanted off their chest without judgement being pressed against them. But he was afraid of the judgement he’d receive if he revealed his own sobble story to the public. Heck he moved out of the region to run away from his depression.
“It’s not that I don’t find myself...interesting for….or whatever.” he took a deep breath. “I just like making people feel happy and safe, that's why I did the articles that I loved,” but...the words slipped out as he pulled his Rotom back to his phone. “I didn’t think it was helpful to make my past something worth people crying over, it’s why I moved away from home. So I could move on. And doing something that made me happy was good….for a while. But then I got sad again because I felt like I was doing nothing,” he stated before laughing at the women’s joke as the Gardevoir brought in refreshments. “Oh thank you! You’re really tall and pretty!” he complimented the pokemon, his own staring at her, especially Rotom taking pictures.
Just remember back to his childhood, he could remember his mother comforting him at school because kids tormented him about everything. “Fuck em Cupcake. As long as you have good memories and can smile nothing else matters. You air it out hunny and people will just have to learn to deal with it or to fuck off and bother someone else,” of course that was followed by the gym leaders smirk, “and if all else fails fuck em up. Win or lose I’ll be at home waiting for you good and bad.” it helped him so much but after mom died….well it became his job to be her and he lost his happy memories to depression. Then he always took pictures.
“Yeah okay! It’s like the first time I’ve had an actual interview!” the blonde smiled as his Yamper moved to sit in his lap dropping on him.
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