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Friday, July 18th 2014. New Orleans, Lousiana. 11:00am
There was one thing looming in his mind at this point. Did he feed Jack this morning? Shit, he didn't did he? Oh well. It wasn't going to cause much harm. He thought, Probably. Shit, he really should go home soon. But it's hot. Really hot. Now that he thought about it, he had a bunch of stuff to do, did he find the photo of the class yet? Did Ms. Deville have any tea left? He needed a spot of tea, perhaps some scones would be nice. He sighed and pulled his shirt fabric off of him, it stuck and clung on to his thin frame, worse thing was that he felt disgusted by it. Every time he felt disgust, he would remember the nights where his father would whisper in his ear, vile words, haunting him, words that the never stopped ringing after a week. Like he was an evil creature made out of maggots, as if they were crawling under his skin, trying to dig out. His blood was the only place they were satisfied with. Ah, he could feel it itching, again. He needs to scratch, it itches, it itches... It itches, it really itches. It really really itches. It won't stop itching. Itching, itching. Make it stop itching... It itches. It itches underneath his throat.

SPLASH.

Without as so much as realizing it, everything was thrown onto the ground. The bags he was carrying that contained the soda, the juices. Everything. He could hear the sound of the liquids bursting out in a gassy leak. Ah, his hands were on his neck, nails on the verge of being dug deep. He somehow was brought back to reality through the hissing sounds of the soft drinks. He really shouldn't be remembering crap like that. It wasn't necessary. This was why he hated the heat. He blinked those brown eyes for a moment. Shit, he had to go buy more now. He couldn't bring the drinks back like this. The bottles of wine and beer were cracked in pieces, shards gleaming in the light. Ah shit. Looks like Kirk's going to be a bit late for now. The old lady was gonna be breathing down his neck. He then went back to the store on his feet, grabbing the plastic bags and throwing them in a nearby bin on the way there.

And then he arrived at the door about an hour later. 2 hours late. The old lady ain't gonna be happy about this. He walked up through the school before reaching the building. He walked up onto the porch and was about to enterThere he met a woman, obviously rich, in style and a person who was up to date in everything. She was one of the classmates that joined him once wasn't it? Right, they had a complete buffet ready to go in the house. "Ehehe, hey there. You were once part of the class weren't you? Here, I'll open the door. Come right in, Ms. Deville will be happy to see you." He smiled in a way that made nearly every girl go "awwww" before he let the door open and called out. "Ms Deville! It's me, Dere- I mean Kirk. Sorry I'm late. I fell over and had to go back. Anyways, there's a young woman here, I think she was part of the class." Shit, he almost forgot his own name. Damn, he'd been so used to be calling Derek. With that thought in mind, he welcomed the girl in and went into the kitchen, noticing the dark red rag on the counter. As he placed the drinks in the fridge, he couldn't help but think.

It still itches.
My boyfriend was in hospital.He got discharged yesterday so by tomorrow I'll get a post up.
Ah, sorry about this but looks like I'll be a caretaker for now. So sorry for holding you up. My boyfriend was in the hospital due to a car accident. He got discharged just yesterday, I've been caught up with that. Sorry about that. PULL ME INTO A POT A BOILING WATER. I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE.

Appearance:


Name: Kirk Addison
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Role: unCaring Caretaker

Likes: Sweet stuff, seeing people smile, cake, anything British.
Dislikes:Repetitive stuff, Groundhog freakin Day, Time, Sad faces.

Personality: He's sweet for sure. Almost sickeningly sweet,one could say. He's barely seen without a smile plastered on his face. He's a hard worker, determined and headstrong. His voice is at the pitch perfect angelic sound one would expect from a good young man from him, slightly high and in the treble zone. Seemingly a bit childish, he loves to find the fun in everything and anything. He's carefree and accepts every change with open arms. If one squinted closely, they might be able to assume that all this good boy, cutesy behaviour was forced.

Then again, one can't always be happy.

Perhaps it's a defense mechanism against what really hides underneath his cheery exterior. In reality, he's quite tongue in cheek, disturbingly selfish with things that make him happy, distorted and sly. This part of him, is really what he is, his fun habit of taunting people with knowledge they shouldn't even have, almost depressingly cynical, sarcastic and rude. With a lack of interest in anything besides the one person who cared for him, he shows how someone pushed off the edge could be brought back to a fate worse than any death. He's paranoid as well, fear takes over his mind quite a bit, only when he's alone though. When something clicks in his mind, something disturbs the peace a order he worked so hard for, he brings out a baritone voice, startlingly contrasting with the young face he has.

Relationships: Doesn't pursue much relationships. Ms. Deville is the one person he truly trusts.
Biography: Kirk had a hard life. He was always studying, studying, studying, studying. He just continued and continued. In fact, for most of his life, Kirk didn't even know what he would do in life. He didn't know what day, second or year he was in for quite a while. He just knew his routine of obeying his seemingly happy parents, eating when asked to eat and continuing to study for days and days on end. Ah, what was the answer to that question again? The formula isn't right, that was correct. He didn't even realize what world was he in. No questions asked. All he knew was studying was important. He never knew why and still to this day he still didn't understand the reasoning for continuing to study.

He didn't even realize his parents were drifting apart. He didn't realize his parent's relationship had slowly grown abusive, he didn't realize that his father was an alcoholic, he didn't realize that his mother was cheating on his father. He only realized when his father had come in and clung onto his back and begged for him to stay with him. The cycle broke, suddenly everything became clear. He'd been running away from the truth of what the world was, only clinging onto a fake idealistic world of senseless repetition. Kirk blamed himself for his mother leaving them. If only he'd just been less robotic and more human. In a few months, all of his mother's belongings that stayed in the house were smashed into pieces by a baseball bat. It's hard for a fourteen year old to face reality sometimes.

It's even worse when they're sexually assaulted in the next few weeks. The mirror image of a drunk man's wife was never a good thing. Neither was being the said mirror image. His father seemed to have no qualms at all about feasting on his own child. When Kirk thought about it, it lasted for so long, he forgot many time He then was sent to the school. His father last words to him were something along the lines of sending him off since it's easier. He met Helen there, ah the lady who always took care of him. In fact, he was grateful for his father for sending him to the school. He kinda forgot what really happened there, all he knew was that there was a young boy. He was then sent back to his father, who surprisingly still looked after him. Even with the occasional indecency. He never really got know why but in the end, he ended up graduating and took up a college course in nursing.

He was then stuck back into the same cycle yet again. Well it wasn't until he read a case list. Helen Deville. He then took the case and went to see his old teacher.
Other Notes: Has a slight lisp in his speech, accentuating his cuteness.
Rune_Alchemist said
Claire and him shall get along well then, since she also likes messing with people xP

Let's have them room together so they plot pranks, schemes and other evil necessities.
"I made it! Yes! I'm at the Grand Festiv- UGH." There was no crowd cheering, no five ribbons that you earned. No epic combinations that you thought of and might have practiced 3 months to perfect. There was no judges giving you great scores, there was no filming crew. Just you and cold hard ground. Oh right, you should get your ass moving. Time to get out of bed and start getting ready for the Grand Festival, well that is after you earn five ribbons and travel all over the region and catch new Pokemon and all that crap that you see on every Pokemon Manual you might have read.

Basically, get the hell out of bed. I don't care how, haul yourself out if need be and hurry up and go on your journey to be a Pokemon Maste-. No, Top Coordinator! So, grab that first Pokemon, a few clothes and a bag, a PokeDex, a Ribbon Case and few Pokeballs and go show the world what you are made of. Go show the world how much of a Top Co-ordinator you can be!
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Hello-lo! I'm here with a Pokemon Idea that probably has been done before. Basically, we are Pokemon Coordinators. You know, those type of trainers who value aesthetic appeal over straightforward battling? Wouldn't that be fun? We all are rookies hoping to make our dreams come true, even if it means we have to duke it out. I think it would be fun. So tell me? You wanna become a Top Coordinator with me?
Hello-lo! I was wondering if I could take the position of Caring Caretaker if said RPer doesn't respond? I happen to have the perfect character for that role and I am quite excited to try it out.
I'll go with anyone. Just be warned the Kiku will love to mess around with his roommate. So if one wants to be trolled, pick this idiot.


I can help out. I've GMed a few RPs before but... they haven't been that successful. If anything, I'm a last resort.
Glaceon and Glaceon fight.

Whoops. Terry and Kiku switch Glaceons through an accident.
Here's my CS!

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