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2 yrs ago
Current Happy new year. Yes I am still alive. Bleep you 2022.
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3 yrs ago
You need to chill, girl. ;P
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4 yrs ago
I still don't know why I'm awake.
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4 yrs ago
I have no idea why the hell I am still awake right now. I blame my brother.
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4 yrs ago
Today, I have added "people who don't wear masks" onto my shitlist. Oh wait, I did that months ago...
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I'm a 32 year old woman just looking to keep those writing muscles in whatever shape I can. I'm also Canadian, so fill the rest of this bio with every stereotype you can think of. I've also been single for over a year now, so clearly I'm a catch.

"She's horrible and stuff" - @BangoSkank

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As his roommates seemed to fan out amidst the growing party on the lakeshore, Kieran was content to let the party come to him. He quickly confiscated one of the provided bottles of Jameson for his own person business, no cup needed. A true son of the Rock took his pulls where he could get them, and left nary a dirty dish in sight for the host to clean. Besides, you can cap a bottle and keep the flies from getting into the booze. No need for extra protein getting in and ruining a good game of drink. Settling in at a random picnic table, the left winger took a long sip from the bottle and set it back down on the outdoor furniture.

Kieran was studying the party with an athlete's eye, looking for a target much like he looked for a weak spot in a goalie's movements. It was tough to pick out people even with the light provided by the mysterious host. However, no one could miss the neon blur that was quick to emerge from the corner of his vision. He had enough time open up his stance in preparation thanks to the excited cry of his favorite girl at Meadow University.

"KIKI!" A blur of blonde hair and technicolor piping suddenly landed in his lap before stabilizing in the form of Miss Charlotte Diedrikson. Not that Kieran would ever call her that to her face. No, they had a strictly nickname relationship at this point, the Lottie to his Kiki.

“How’s my favorite viking doing? Did you miss me, K-Bear?”

Lottie was much better at the nickname game than Kieran was. Dieder didn't carry the same amount of affection that it felt like it should. Still, the Canadian had a couple that he could turn to. "Of course I missed my little munchkin! How could I not? Especially with the neon outfit you're rocking tonight! I like it!"

For all the time they had spent together, it was a great relief to Kieran that things never seemed to get too serious. Lottie was an athlete like himself. She knew the work that had to be put in to maintain both athletic and academic superiority. That's why Kieran was more than happy to keep things casual with the tennis star the way they had been since they started hooking up. It suited him just fine.

Still, Kieran wasn't going to let the balance book on kisses be outweighed against him. He planted a quick peck on Lottie's cheek, light enough to not smudge any makeup she might have on for tonight's festivities. "And of course I'm doing better now that you're here! But hey, enough about me! You just get here? Are you set for drink? Or are you good to split the Jameson with me?

Kieran was tempted to ask where her roommate was. It was a well-known fact that where Lottie Diedrikson went, Joey Hart wouldn't be too far behind. The Canadian appreciated that kind of closeness between roomies. It was something he was proud to share with Mac and Eli, even given their wildly-different backgrounds. For two girls who seemed to have a lot in common, it made sense that they would have the same kind of bond. But still, that didn't make either of them their roommates' keeper. Surely MacKenna and Elliot found other things to do at the Bash. Joey would as well. So he let that thought slip as he basked in the feeling of his primary squeeze getting cozy on his lap.
Gary Oak shouldn't have been surprised that his grandfather's appearance would have elicited such a response. The little kids that used to come by may have still bought his wise old man shtick in his current state, but for a group of adults who appeared to be around his age, it was transparent that the venerable professor was not what he used to be. The elder Oak even managed to scare one of the women to tears from the looks of things. "Why couldn't this just be easy?" he muttered to himself.

He let out a sigh and turned back to the group assembled before him. "Let me try this again," he restarted. "You are here, at the still-world-famous Oak Laboratory. Countless trainers have begun their journey here, including myself, the one and only Gary Motherfucking Oak. Don't you ever forget that name!" He pointed at each of the trainers standing before him to emphasize that last point.

"Anyway, this is where you officially get registered to try and take on the Kanto Gym System and eventually the Indigo Pokemon League. I am a part of that system, and Viridian City is the closest gym to Pallet Town, but don't challenge me. If you challenge me, I will stomp you like the insignificant Bug-types you lot are right now. Your best chance to get that first badge is to go through the forest and head to Pewter City. Challenge Brock. He's pathetic. Should be an easy target for... well all of you since you have an Oshawott," he pointed at Ezra, "And the rest of you are women, so that foolish virgin will probably give you badges just for gracing his presence. This is also where you get your Pokedexes. You can upload them as apps onto your phone if you have one, but these serve as your ID for the challenge, so don't lose it. Don't break it. Because we aren't flying new ones out all the way from Kalos just for stupid klutzes!"

"So since I see six people, and I have six Pokedexes, just come up when I call your name and grab your device." Gary quickly flipped through his phone to get to his notes. "OK... Vivian Aurora... Ezra Daly... Fary Nitashi... Karen Rose... Karen?" While the first three Pokedexes were quickly claimed, no one was budging on the fourth one. It was way too early for Lilith to let the glamour fall from her mysterious cloak. Especially with her cursed birth name. "Kaaaaaren? Really living up to your name aren't you, huh? Well you've seen the manager. Go complain. See if I care. We'll process of elimination this anyway... Lizbeth Rowe... Hana Tatsu-"

"Good news Trainers! I have your Pokedexes for you right here!" Professor Oak burst back into the main hallway with a small shoebox in his hands. "My apologies for running off like that! I just had to go get your brand-new Pokedexes! I made them myself you know!"

"Gramps, what the hell are you doing?" Gary was visibly pissed off now. "We've been over this! You don't make the Pokedexes anymore! Not after gave a 10-year-old a device that just consisted of your grocery lists and some damn dirty limericks!"

"Nonsense! These are my finest inventions!"

Gary quickly rifled the box that his grandfather brought out. "These are just iPods... with red nail polish all over them!" He clicked the button on one of them. "And they're broken! Where did you even get these?!?"

"I told you! I built them myself!"

Meanwhile, Lilith had attempted to use the distraction provided by the old man to try and sneakily acquire her Pokedex. However, the old man was too perceptive for her.

"Hello there!" Oak shouted at the Unovan. "Tell me, are you a boy or a girl?"

What an insult! How dare this senile coot even think I could be a boy? Lilith was as irked as Gary was, and she let the old man know it. "That depends. Which gender would you prefer ends your over-extended life and feeds your soul to the flames?"

"Hah! You've got spunk! I like that!" Professor Oak didn't even seem to register Lilith's needlessly dark answer. He was too busy slapping his grandson on the back. "This is my grandson! He's a trainer just like you! Um..... what was his name again?"

Gary's face was beet red as he blurted out, "You fucking......SHIT!" He turned to the assembled masses. "NO ONE ANSWER HIM! THAT'S AN ORDER!"

But it was too late. "I remember now! His name is Shit! That's right!"

"No! No it's not! You fucking know it's not!"

"Shit! Calm down! No need to yell! Besides, now that these trainers have their Pokemon and Pokedexes, our work is done! Let them go explore, Shit!" Oak waved his arms in the air. "Now go discover the wonderful world of Pokemon!" He ended with a flourish before the mop atop his head slowly slid off and plopped on the ground. With that he turned away and headed to the back of the lab.

Meanwhile, Gary was in a Primeape-like level of rage. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, OLD MAN!" He turned, his head in his hands as he tried to control himself. "IT TOOK ME THREE YEARS TO GET HIM TO STOP CALLING ME DOUCHE!

"Shit! Shit! I need your help! The toaster isn't accepting my bagel!"

"I... I can't. I just can't fucking deal with this anymore. I'm getting the fuck out of here. No one come to the Viridian Gym! I am in no mood to face any of you pathetic scrubs! You knock on my door, you're getting fed to my Arcanine, dig! Later, losers!" Gray huffed out the frontdoor before summoning his Pidgeot to fly him away from this nightmare factory.

Meanwhile, with her Pokedex safely tucked away in her bag, Lilith just stood there, blinking at the display from one of the top gym leaders in the country. Sia stood sentry on her shoulder, looking none the wiser considering everything that had happened. Well, I think I finally found something I'd want to be called less than my actual name...

Quickly thinking, she scooped up the remaining Pokedex and handed it to the woman who she was talking to earlier. "I believe this is yours. Shall we all get the hell out of this place before the old man decides to set this place on fire?"






It was frustrating.

This was no way for a superstar to travel. On foot. Through the middle of a bunch of woods and brush and natural bullshit.

It was a damn good thing looking this spectacular was effortless. Otherwise Jade Scott would be downright mad.

Prepping for the Great Bash should have been a joyous undertaking. One where all her sisters would come together and celebrate the beginning of the new school year by getting pre-drunk off whatever the heck they wanted now that there were 21-year-olds among the group, followed by piecing together outfits and then heading to whatever secluded location the Bash was destined to happen in.

That didn't happen. Jade's day was all soccer. No planning time or socializing time or alcohol-buying time. Just soccer. Coach Lilly was merciless today. It was the first day back! It was supposed to be just an easing into the season! Nope. Apparently last year's second-round exit was still weighing on Coach's mind. It wasn't Jade's fault that Brittney let in three goals against freaking Hofstra! So why was she getting punished for it? Any other day, she would be fine with it, but not today. So Jade wasn't able to get back to the house until 6pm and she immediately needed to shower.

By the time she did that and made her solo run to the corner store to pick up some booze, the house was pretty quiet. It was disappointing. Jade hated to drink alone. What was the point of that? Besides, her dad had been pretty clear that only alcoholics drink alone. She wasn't that. So now she was trying to find the Bash lot sober. An easier task, but now far more annoying the more she had to bash branches with her arms. At least her outfit was probably the best thing she could be wearing for both trail blazing and stylish partying. Aside from the decision to wear the shorts that ended mid-thigh. She wanted to show off the legs, not have them be nicked and scraped all to shit.

Still, she could hear the music. She could see the glow. She was close.

Finally, the Golden Girl gashed her way into the clearing, where it was clear everything was in full swing already. There was booze provided, which would be fine for what she needed to start reaching the levels of her peers. It appeared there was a massive trough with various smaller bottles of beer and coolers, and then a table that was loaded with hard liquor. That was what Jade wanted. Everyone knows that vodka is the lowest-carb alcohol, so it was the clear option to drink without adding unnecessary beer weight.

Miss Scott strutted to the table and claimed a bottle of Absolut for herself. She scanned for some suitable mix and spotted a jug of cranberry juice. Diet of course. That would also be hers. The Queen of the Pitch deserves her choice of beverage, after all. Fishing a cup with her pinkie, Jade made her way towards the lone cabin on the lake, choosing to prepare her drinks in seclusion. It made sense given the day she had.

Two fingers of vodka, drowned in juice to make it red. It matched the cup perfectly. A sip confirmed the mix was done perfectly as well. At least things were start going her way now. It was about time.

Jade marched over to the window, cup in hand as she surveyed the Bash unfolding on the lakeside. There was sure to be pong out there, as well as other competitions that she could dominate. Other people she could dominate. Things boded well. The Golden Girl took a long pull from her cup. "Let the game begin," she said to herself.
All of a sudden, the little bench outside the lab had gotten more crowded. It wasn't to Lilith's liking, as she preferred relative solitude or one-on-one interactions. Although the addition of what appeared to be a magnificent specimen of a beach bod to the group didn't hurt. Even she could admit that. Still, as the trio of new challengers approached, followed soon after by a tumbling plant of some sort, it became clear that there would be a sizable group heading up to the lab at this point. One that she was intent on getting ahead of.

"Enough of this prattle," Lilith stated. "Let's get this over with so Kanto can feel the spirits' wrath." She purposefully started up the path towards the sprawling Oak Laboratory with Sia clinging onto her shoulder as tightly as her wax body would allow. The others began to follow suit to get this journey started...




"I'm telling you! That's not how that works!"

Professor Samuel Oak looked perplexed as he got yelled at by his grandson. "But I read about it in the research papers! There is a Galarian scientist who discovered new Pokemon by combining fossils! This has to be a brand new way to create new Pokemon species!"

The vein in Gary Oak's forehead bulged even more. "But you can't duct tape a knife to a Pidgey and call it a Pokemon!" he exclaimed. "How did you even manage to get that knife to stay on it's head?"

"I told you! It is a part of it's body! I'm going to call this Pokemon... Stabling! Yes! That's a fine name for this species!"

The Pidgey weakly tried to fly away, but the giant butcher knife attached to its crown of feathers made it difficult and it stayed rooted to the table.

"For fucks sake, Gramps!" Gary rushed over to try and delicately peel the tape off the Tiny Bird Pokemon's head. "This is borderline cruelty!" He managed to get most of the adhesive off with only a couple small feathers attached to the strip of tape. The Pidgey shook its head, chirped softly and flew out towards the vast green pastures beyond the open window.

"Gary! How could you let that Stabling get away! I didn't properly document it yet!"

"With what, old man? You got a notebook with the words KNIFE BIRD written out in block capitals... 24 times!" Gary snapped back. "Ugh, at least you remembered my name."

The argument on Professor Oak's latest discovery was interrupted by the sounds of Dodrio calls that acted as the doorbell.

"All right, that should be the new group. Hopefully they are all here and I can get out of here sooner rather than later."

As the two Oaks emerged from the partitioned doorway out to the main lobby, they could see the group of six trainers in front of them. "All right! A full group! Just what I wanted to see!" Gary said, clapping his hands. "Wel-"

"HELLO LITTLE GIRL!" Professor Oak shouted into Lizbeth's face. "Are you here to get your first Pokemon?"

"For fucks sake, Gramps! She has a Pokemon on her shoulder!" Gary stated, motioning to the Impidimp perched on her shoulder. "Although that is definitely a rare sight around here. Anyway, ignore the Professor," the younger Oak apologized, air quotes hovering around Professor. "My name is Gary Oak. Some of you may have heard of me, but for those foreigners here, I am the leader of the Viridian City Gym. I'm here because my grandfather..." Gary looked around, but the elder Oak was nowhere to be seen. He let out a sigh. "Does things like that, and his fat assistant Tracey went and disappeared. Probably off getting drunk or something. So it's up to me to get you all registered to take on the Indigo Pokemon League challenge! Hopefully as quickly as possible. So, are there any questions to start?"

Lilith just stood there with a blank look on her face. Is this your professor? Is this... your professor, Kanto? Sia remained calm as ever, still smiling.





It was weird. It was like hugging a long-lost relative or picking up a puppy for the first time. That feeling so unfamiliar, yet instantly comforting. Something that one didn't know they were looking for, but are much better off having found it anyway. It was so warm.

That's the best way Shawna could describe how she felt when she took Sunshine's hand. Even after her newly-christened girlfriend departed to prepare for classes, that feeling remained, even when Shawna was left by herself. It felt like the void didn't have the upper hand for once.

And there wasn't the fluctuating doubt that was there with Kellie. That sense that were things were fine but always teetering on an edge. Sunshine wasn't playing coy. Sunshine seemed to be all in on this. Hell, she was the one who pushed the issue. She was as committed as Shawna wanted to be, and that was something to be treasured. She got something she didn't know she needed. In the tempest that her life had become, she had suddenly found a rock to cling onto.

It's why Shawna was in a surprisingly good mood for a change. At least without the help of various pills or plants or concoctions. There was a lightness to her step that had been vacant for quite some time. There was an actual desire to go into school, and there wasn't anything that could really bring her down at the moment.

"Yo! What up? Hanging out or just making your way somewhere?"

Nope. Not even that. A quick glance confirmed the speaker. It was hard not to recognize one of the alpha jocks of King's Academy. Jack Goff. Even the name sounded way too appropriate for someone of his stature, but Shawna used to be above such crude jokes. That wasn't the case anymore. It was hard not to have contempt for a boy who got to where he was just by having vast amounts of quick-twitch muscle fibers that allowed him to speed around arenas and fields faster than it should be possible at his age. She certainly had it before.

Yet now, in this midst of one of the purest highs of her life, Shawna couldn't work up the annoyance for someone who literally never spoke to her. There was confusion, sure. Why is he speaking to me? Boredom? Outdated mockery? Do women give off a special pheromone when they are coming off a sapphic moment that just attracts guys hoping for a spectacle? It was enough to get her to stop moving. There was another boy. Chad... something. She couldn't remember him from anywhere. But Jack clearly commanded the lion's share of attention.

Shawna pivoted with an eyebrow raised at the brunette. "Well, I thought about going somewhere else today, but I guess I ended up here anyway, so that failed. So yeah, probably heading to class at some point. Why?" Might as well get an answer to her question.
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Or stop Emi from going wherever her dearest Brandon might be.


That is a short trip to San Jose just to kick him in the nuts.

...Although there are plenty of other FBS schools that would take a washout like him...
Walking was not Lilith's favorite manner of exercise. Granted her top choice for exercise was "nothing" but still, walking was low. It was a necessary evil though as she headed uphill towards the Professor's lab. It was tough to gauge how much further she needed to go, but it looked like she was closing in. Sia seemed optimistic, even in the light of the sun. The little Candle Pokemon was content to remain rooted to Lilith's shoulder, taking in the sights as the two climbed up towards the starting line.

As Lilith approached the gateway to the lab, it was clear she wasn't the only one attempting to kickstart her league challenge today. A woman sat on a bench near the entrance, seemingly content to live in her own world. There was a Pokemon with her as well, although Lilith couldn't place it immediately. The sharp hands seemed to identify it as a Steel-type, but the little creature attacked its food with a level of aggression that didn't seem to fit the narrative. I'll have to ask about just what that Pokemon is later. I mean, it has to be a Pokemon, right?

Upon approach, Lilith cleared her throat as softly as she could and proceeded to the benches. She had an image to maintain and it wasn't going to be blown on day one. "So, is this the line-up to see the great and powerful Professor?" she asked the woman. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a peasant bus stop instead. Rather disappointing."
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In PBR chat, we've been discussing rebooting this. If I reboot this, I'd combine the groups, making one friend group because I do think that made it hard for inspo and interactions. The gearheads will sacrifice their rides by traveling via two story RV - paid by AJ, of course. I might allow one gearhead to bring their car because it doesn't hurt to have one car. I'd also make it a two week deadline posting cycle because I would love to get the story SOMEWHERE, so if you cannot commit, I understand and please do NOT join. By the end of two weeks, I need a post out of you or I will give the boot. I don't need flakes or people that ghost. I would make discord required. You don't need to show your face every hour of the day, or even every single day, but you need to talk to us from time to time. A few times during the week. Discord and canon idea discussing is what helps keep a RP thriving.

I'd love to see my roleplay thrive.

This time around I will only allow people to make someone in this friend group. It'll be the same stick. Gearheads/Misfits. But this time around, they are all one big ass happy family. That way those rejoining don't have to change their stick. No outside people we meet on our travels. We will NPC anyone else we decide to introduce. When we have a flow going, and I am confidant in it, then I will happily allow people to consider making important long-term NPCs that come and go from every city we visit. But for now, just our ONE character that is IN THIS FRIEND GROUP. So just out of highschool age and face claim that attended Beverly Hills High, Los Angeles.

I will be bringing back, AJ. I would like to see if the original male characters are coming back this time around, just for the sake of ratio. I don't mind a little imbalance, because it's a given people love making females, but ideally i don't want it to be so out of whack where it's like three boys and eight girls. or something.

So please let me know how you're feeling. If you're up for this. And if you have the TIME for it.


I believe you know where I stand on this. Emilia needs to find that happy ending, and damn it, I will die trying to give it to her. So let's freaking ride.
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