Ask to Join When it rains, it pours. (18+)

[_Umbreon_]

The city, was always dismal, it seemed. It neither mattered where it was, or what it was called. It was always raining. And so the city was named Cerulean, after the gem that was very much representative of water. And so the city began. First it was a town, and then it spread, larger and larger, until towering sky scrapers and suburbs crowded the region.

Everything was fine at first. Then a store was broken into, and then a car stolen. Soon the whole city was a giant bomb just waiting to be set off. And then the riots began. The people were unhappy that large companies were laying off workers to move factories overseas, where fares were cheaper. This is where our storie takes place. This is the third day of the rioting. There are no rules. No limits. Anything and everything is legal. Welcome, and enjoy your stay...

There are rules to this RP.
1. Swearing is allowed, as long as it contains to the situation. ( I.e. *Your character stepped on a shard of glass. "Shit! Someone help!" They cry out* This is an acceptable usage of a cuss word. Please exclude slang terms, racial slurs, or homophobic slurs. There are children who read these forums.)
2. Romance and implied sexuality are permitted. Please try not to make this graphic. Children read these forums. Kissing snuggling, making out etc are fine. MUST HOWEVER ask the receiving RPer if these things are alright with them.
3. Go and Read the RP rules. If you haven't, please do.
4. No excessive amounts of gore or blood. I am not squeamish, but it may gross out other rpers. Please be considerate.
5. No godmodding, autoing etc. pretty straightforward
6. No Megas , Ultrabeasts or Battlebonds, unless okay'd by a Staff member. Also I would like to see proof of said permissions.
7. READTHEGODDAMNRULESPLEASE
8. Don't openly screw with the plot, I try to leave it open, but don't abuse this openness to create a sort of scene you'd enjoy. Go with the flow.
9. Must write more than two 5 sentence paragraphs, its just too boring with one liners.

I will add the discussion page, where you can link bios, etc...
https://pokecharms.com/threads/when-it-rains-it-pours-18-discussion.16463/

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lets begin, shall we?

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Veronica woke up to the sound of thunder, completely soaked, and in the arms of a rather large individual. She struggled, before realizing it was Bishop, her trusty companion, a Bisharp. The two had meant under unlikely circumstances, but now it was kill or be killed, and they needed to stick together.

"Hey..? Are you awake Bishop?" She asked rubbing his forearm, the larger mon' snoring softly in the drizzle, as the girl prodded him roughly. "Hey!" She whispered poking his cheek like mouth part. The Bisharp jolted slightly as he was awakened by the touch, opening an eye lazily, yawning, before setting V on the ground and stretching. The Bisharp groaned, softly, as he picked up Veronica, pressing her into the nook in between his chest blades, the young woman fitting in snugly, as he hopped out of the tree the two had been occupying. The Bisharp was looking for somewhere quite, and safe, where he could tend to Veronica's wounds. She still had a bit of a gash running across her fore head, and she seemed to be falling asleep again. Bishop kept her awake, leaning her forwards and backwards to shake her awake. He grunted aggressively. "Muh... Bish, stop that... I was warm.." The delirious female jeered at the male Pokemon, as he stepped inside of the storefront, in the crowded street, filled with still slightly smoking cars, formed into a large wall.

The female, looked up her savior. "Can I rest now?" She asked with a pleading gaze. At this point she was in so much pain, anything was better than being awake. The Bishop had been a medical assistant to a surgeon, prior the riots, and he knew that her going to sleep was most likely a one way ticket into Comatose. He shook his head, grabbing some tequila from under the bar, pinch the girls nose closed, and forcing her to sip some. This was illegal, as Veronica was only 19, but he could deal with that later.

She coughed as the harsh drink was forced down her throat. She managed a moan, as the liquor flooded her system, keeping her awake, but also numbing her. "Ugh so weird..." She mumbled looking around as the Bisharp, laid her out on the bar counter, examining the wound. It was not too serious, but it seemed as if she had a serious concussion. He placed a clawed hand on her rib cage to steady her, as he wrapped up a bag of ice with a towel and gently place it on her head. Veronica mumbled softly, as a loud screech was heard in the street, something or someone being being attacked by a wild Pokemon. The Bisharp made sure Veronica was secure, and seemed to be conscious, before venturing outside to see if he could help, or separate whatever the indecent was over. He stalked into the shadows, to observe before reacting, too see if it was wise to intervene.

Veronica, however, had different ideas. She sat up, coughing a bit, staggering off down the hall, searching for a more comfortable place to sleep. She managed to find a rather nice recliner, in the bar's back room, pulling up a blanket, and several pillows, and stretching out, lifting the foot rest so she could sleep. V happened to be quite one track minded when she was tired, and drunk. She smiled to herself, the voices that usually belittled her nonstop, were quiet, telling her to sleep. The young woman obliged, nodding off and slumping against the armrest.

 

[DragonFlye]

Cain blinked through the water that soaked into his dark hair and streamed down his face. The orange reflection of flames flickered in his gray eyes as he watched a car burn, surreal in the gloomy rain. Mercy, sitting beside him, nudged his hand, which was hanging limply at his side. He snapped out of his daze and looked down at her, smiling softly before scratching behind the Mightyena's ear. Mercy leaned into the touch, but her body tightened after a moment and she began to growl, deep in her chest. At the sound, Cain was put on edge, too, and his eyes searched the dimly lit street.

"You shouldn't be out in the rain," a familiar voice hummed. Cain turned to look at the source of the voice, a young man around his age. "You'll get sick. Stop that," the guy added to Mercy, who continued to growl at him.

"I actually couldn't care less," Cain replied airily, though he was cautious. The other boy had his Ekans wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and the Pokémon was staring at the tense Mercy with its eerie, yellow-slitted eyes. "Shouldn't you be smashing in some hospital windows or something?"

The other boy sniffed indignantly, though it seemed suspiciously mocking. He and his small group, the ones Cain used to associate with, had taken advantage of the chaos over the last few days, and wherever there was smoke, they were usually some of the ones fanning the flames, figuratively and literally speaking. "Shouldn't you? There's a rich city burning out there, and we'd hate for you to miss it."

"Find your cheap thrills without me," Cain stressed. "I'm laying low until all this blows over."

"Something like this doesn't just 'blow over,'" the other boy huffed. Cain knew he was the type who loved leading people around, even blindly, and hated being told 'no.' It was one of the reasons he'd left.

"Well, who knows?" Cain replied noncommitally and turned to walk in the other direction, habitually keeping an ear out for the other boy's footsteps behind him. However, Mercy's paws were the only thing he could hear sloshing through the puddles behind him, and he sighed in relief. After a few minutes of walking and peeking into broken windows for an unoccupied, safe (ish) space, Mercy stopped and began looking left and right, ears perked. She was usually the one always on high alert. After all, there was perfect reason to be; lately, people weren't even careful about violent crime anymore. After all, the police had their hands full and, Cain thought cynically, had probably given up by now. They couldn't afford to stand around here in the dark, though. They were in a vulnerable position as it was.

"It's alright, Merce. Let's get inside already," Cain said to her, looking back. However, seemingly out of nowhere, a shadow streaked towards the larger Pokémon, striking somewhere at her back legs. Mercy screeched in surprise and snapped her jaws at the intrusion, but whatever it was, it was fast and difficult to see in the dim light. Cain felt his heart drop in panic and began to run toward his partner, but he only saw a glimpse of yellow eyes before something caught his feet and tripped him, sending him face first into the wet blacktop.

 

[_Umbreon_]

Veronica awoke to a violent hissing noise, just outside of her balcony spot, where she had been sleeping peacefully. However in the murky and rainy atmosphere she couldn't tell what the hell was going on. She rocked a little, blinking stars from her eyes, as she grabbed onto the wrought iron bars that made up the balcony railing. Drunkenly, she staggered towards the fire escape, and started to climb down, blindly investigating, what was going on in the nearby alley. Little did V know, this was just an echo, the really alley that the squabble was taking place in, was about 20 yards in front of her. Visibility was low, so she could only pick out frames of two, now three figures.

Bishop however, had been doing the same thing, however was much closer, having to pick his way through a few cars, before stalking into the alley, it seemingly gone quiet for a second. That was until he saw that the group was actually fighting except, it wasn't extremely violent either. More like the Ekans was trying to subdue the human male, rather than kill him.

Bishop was very strong but the Ekans had already coiled a few times and it seemed like it was trying to suffocate Cain, the Humanoid mon' unaware of the other human in the alley, thinking the Ekans was wild. He managed to wrap one of his fingers around the Ekans throat, squeezing, and trying to make igloo she, just for a second, before it seriously hurt Cain.

Veronica, still wandering, bumped into the other boy, falling onto her ass, as she grumbled about being soaked now, having landed into a rather deep puddle. "Watch were you're goin bishop.." She snapped, before squinting, only to pick out that this was definitely not her friend, and beloved Pokemon. "Err.. Forget it." She said scuttling back, looking much like a crab as she tried to crawl away, however the Nausea from the tequila and head injury, left her visibly and mentally impaired, Essentially leaving her at the other boys will.

 

[kageyama]

Lis' feet splashed in the damp potholes of the worn road. Rain fell and sunk into her shirt, leaving her with a cold, numb feeling that wrapped her shoulders in an embrace. She didn't mind the cold, however, as she usually felt numb anyways, due to not caring at all about her thin body. Her feet were wet and uncomfortable, and her eyes were dim and sunken with deep, dark rings. Her Vaporeon, Aki, trailed behind her cautiously. Recently, Lis had a breakdown that caused her to rip and tear art projects, and potentially hurt herself. Aki was a bystander, as she couldn't do anything to stop her damaged partner. Either way, Lis was somebody who did those sorts of things quite a bit, so it wasn't much of a problem.

“Petricore,” Lis murmured raspily to herself. She breathed in and stopped in the middle of the empty road. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the smell of the water on the cars and trees and such of the town. Opening her striking eyes, Lis shoved her hands in her pockets, a hollow emotion on her pretty face. Turning her head to the familiar markets and lounges of the area, she furrowed her eyebrows. Aki padded over to her, sitting beside her. Lis shook her head and walked forwards for a few minutes more.

She would've kept going, but she heard the faint noise of hisses and screeches, which caught her low attention span easily. Turning her head with owl-like reactions, Lis spotted a nostalgic building, and between it and another was two people and a few dueling Pokémon. Lis and Aki hesitantly traveled over to the scene, watching at a distance for a little bit. Lis' eyes seemed to glow at the action. She scanned the battle before her eyes flickered to the two people. A girl and a boy, and the girl seemed to have awkwardly landed near the boy. Sniffling, Lis stepped forward. Aki trilled quietly, as if a warning to be careful towards Lis.

Nodding shortly, Lis dodged the battle and hopped to the girl on the ground. She seemed drunk, or high, or something. Lis raised an eyebrow at the girl, who crouched near a puddle. “Hey,” Lis said, her voice dark and curious. The shade of her hat covered most of her face as she bent a bit to level slightly with the girl. However, despite the darkness shading her face, her eyes were almost perfectly visible in all their snowy form. “Are you... okay?” Lis questioned, offering a hand for the girl. She turned her head back at the boy, who seemed to have fallen, too, as his face was dripping and scuffed. ‘What happened to these two...?’ Lis questioned silently. She turned her attention back to the girl, who she honestly was very curious in. Aki crouched beside Lis, facing the boy instead.

 

[DragonFlye]

Mercy felt a numbing pain in her rear leg, but she couldn't afford to let it slow her down. The Snake Pokémon from before was being pried from her Cain by the claws of another Pokémon-- a Bisharp, if she wasn't mistaken. She watched as Cain struck out blindly and hit the Bisharp weakly, the only result being a hollow thud as his fist connected with the stranger's tough hide. The Mightyena winced and pressed up against her human for him to lean on, which he did with a groan.

"Damn it!" He hissed, holding his bruised hand to his chest as he leaned against Mercy's furry body. Black spots were still dancing across his vision from oxygen deprivation, and he coughed for a few moments as he watched a person-- no, a Pokémon-- grip his assailant's neck tightly. The familiar Ekans snapped at the Bisharp with bared fangs and squirmed its slick body free. When it hit the ground with a fleshy thump, it slithered into the shadows and disappeared. Cain breathed in momentary relief, but it was short-lived as he felt something catch him in the ribs and tumble to the ground beside him.

"Ack, watch it!" He snapped defensively, but the stranger seemed pretty out of it, her eyes glassy and a shimmer of red on the girl's forehead, already running pink with the moisture in the air. Before he could say anything else, another girl had materialized in front of them with a question in her pale eyes. Exhausted, Cain simply raised his palms in front of him in an innocent and wordless gesture, arm still wrapped around Mercy's neck for support.

 

[_Umbreon_]

"...Huh?" She asked as she felt herself being lifted up, as she turned to stare at the other boy, who was now running away, his little snake slithering after. "I wonder who he was..." She murmured spacious, clearly a little messed up. She turned to Lis. "Err sorry I got you all wet." She mumbled uncomfortably, the water dripping off of Veronica, some getting onto Lis. For some reason she also tried to avoid eye contact with the girl. Maybe it was just her head screwing with her, but there was more to Lis than she thought. She sort of leaned her head on Lis's shoulder, not really doing much except stare into space. She clearly had a concussion. It was obvious now. , Disorientation, general confusion, clumsiness

Bishop however was having a rather bad time. He pet Mercy first, to as if signal if it was okay for him to tend to Cain, as Mercy had paws, where he had fingers. Albeit he would have to retract his armor, but still hands. He went to prop Cain up, and picked him up, setting him on his feet, and gently wrapping his arm around the teenagers waist. The rain had stopped momentarily, but the Bisharp knew more was on its way. He gestured for the group, to head inside the tavern, for the night at least. Just after he did this, a loud crack of thunder echoed, packaged with a bright bolt of light, that hit a nearby skyscraper, causing a somewhat big explosion as something flammable was hit by a bolt of fire hotter than the sun.

Veronica yelped at the noise sort of squeezing the shorter girl closer, as the Bisharp prodded her back telling her to get going. She sniffled before holding the door for the group, Bishop thanking her.

 

[kageyama]

When the dizzy girl clumsily apologized, Lis weakly smiled. “No, you're mistaken, luv. I'm fine,” she murmured almost inaudibly. The girl sort of leaned on her, to which Lis didn't oblige. At the few cracks of thunder, Lis felt the girl's grip on her tighten a bit, most likely out of shock or surprise. Figuring the girl had hit her head hard or something, she let the girl carefully go to lean against the door. Lis turned her gaze to the boy behind her, and then down to Aki. She bent down, scooped up the Pokémon, and snugly held her whilst going into the pub as suggested.

Lis squeamishly stepped inside, her cold and wet feet sending chills throughout her entire body. It wasn't terrible, but she would live. Seating herself on an old, leather chair, she adjusted so she sat crooked with her legs hanging over the left arm of the chair. Her hand scratched the chin of Aki, who seemed delighted that they hadn't gotten into any trouble. However, Lis felt a bit uneasy. Of course, with all the protests and noise, it had been normal to feel that way. But this time... it was different.

She closed her eyes, thinking quietly about the earlier scene of the fight. Recalling how each Pokémon was bending and twisting, she sighed. Opening her eyes, she looked over at the girl holding the door. Lis was positive that she wasn't alright, and she acted with symptoms of a concussion, or something. Biting the inside of her cheek, she whispered to herself, “Calm your head. Take care of yourself. Get lots of sleep. Deny drugs and alchohol.” As she quietly muttered the positive things to do for a concussion, she was distracted by a warm feeling on her thumb. Averting her gaze, she noted that an average gash was carved into it. Not recalling why it could've cut, she stuck it in her mouth, tasting rain and metal, cringing slightly.

She took it out, tapped Aki, and pointed to her thumb. Aki lifted her head and bent her muzzle to Lis' thumb, opening her mouth. A cool, light flow of water poured over the slice, washing away the blood and soothing the pain with the frigid temperature. Smiling emptily, Lis rubbed Aki's forehead in thanks. While her thumb was being tended, she spoke. “She needs rest,” she said, quiet, but loud enough for the Bisharp to hear her. She figured that it already knew that, but she wanted to confirm that the girl, in fact, had hurt herself badly.

 

[DragonFlye]

Cain uneasily allowed himself to be led by the Bisharp through the doorway, Mercy right at their heels. It wasn't preferable, but the two weren't in a great position to deny a roof over their heads. Just for tonight. When they entered, he observed the inside of the bar with interest. It seemed less damaged than a lot of the other places in the city. It was no Hotel Richissime or anything, but the few small windows in the place seemed to be intact, and the interior looked to be unlooted for now, if a little messy. It was one of those small, hole-in-the-wall places, which was probably why it was partly untouched until tonight. He patted the Bisharp's arm once they were inside with a murmured, "thanks, buddy," before letting the Pokémon go and sitting down on a suspiciously sticky barstool.

"The little one's right; you don't look too great," he offered lightly. For a bit, the only sounds were a soft murmur from the young, silver-haired woman that he couldn't quite hear and the sound of commotion outside in the streets. It sounded like Day 3 was getting off to quite the vicious start. He couldn't handle the quiet atmosphere for long, though; it made him too restless. "I'm surprised this place hasn't been looted all to hell, yet," he said distractedly as he got up and fumbled for something underneath the bar. He found what he was looking for with a triumphant chuckle, and pulled a few cubes of ice out to put them into a chipped glass. Sighing, he put the cool glass to his bruised neck. "I mean, free booze? Talk about sanctuary." He offered the cup of ice to Mercy, who simply rolled her golden eyes.

 

[_Umbreon_]

Th Bisharp was extremely worried for Veronica, however he had no clue on what the human meant by "rest." He was still fairly new to this whole trainer business. He had been a wild Pokemon for years and years until the riots. He looked around sheepishly, gently pushing V towards Lis and Aki.

Veronica seemed dazed, but managed to catch herself, not falling on top of Lis, correcting herself. She the. Completely ignored Lis, and started to make her way down the hallway, in search of that lovely recliner she had been snoozing in earlier.

The Bisharp mean while got behind the bar and sort of sat down, resting his armblades on the counter, and sighing audibly. He knew some human language, but he didn't want to be called stupid for kid usages of words and such, and remained silent

 

[kageyama]

Lis eyes widened a bit as the girl stumbled woozily towards her, and Lis braced herself for impact for a trip, but the girl caught herself before landing on top of Lis. As the girl instead tumbled determinedly down the hall, Lis furrowed her eyebrows in wonder. Shifting her gaze, she noticed that Aki, too, seemed confused and concerned. Lis looked over the back of the leather chair she was sat in, to see where the girl was going. Hoping that she was heading to a safe destination, Lis opened her mouth to say something. However, she closed it and shook her head.

Getting up, she scratched Aki's chin, and headed towards the bar, where the boy sat, icing his face. She sympathetically gazed at him for a second before going behind the bar to search for the things she wanted. Lis saw a few scattered peppermints on the counter, and chewed pens next to crumpled receipts. She gently swiped them aside, opening drawers and looking in crannies of the granite top. Eventually, she pulled out what she wanted, went around the bar, and sat on a ripped leather stool. She set them on the flat surface, a few sheets of slightly stained paper and pencils.

Lis sat in the seat next to the injured male beside her. The seats were a reasonable distance, so Lis didn't feel as awkward. Picking up one of the pencils, she did the standard circle and lines to shape a face she was drawing. It was about as big as a portrait, so she used most of the paper. Within minutes, she had sketched out an incredible drawing of a woman, no older than her mid thirties. She had a smile on, which showed her neat, top row of teeth. Her eyes had long eyelashes bursting up and out, and her hair was pulled into a long braid. Frowning slightly, Lis gently reached for one of her own braids, fiddling with the end. The drawing was of her stepmother, who taught her how to braid and do hair when she was 11. It looked exactly like her, which made Lis' stomach flip and her heart skip a beat. Pushing the drawing forward, she abandoned the art and got up. Bending down, she lifted Aki to her chest, and looked around. She spotted a few stairs that led to an open second floor. Lis traveled to them, made her way up, and breathed in the familiar scent.

The loft area had tables and chairs, a CD player, and a painting of men and women playing poker. Lis sneered at the painting, wanting to rip it up. It was lined messily, with bright colors here and there. Criticizing it hard, she stepped closer to it, looking at the signature in the bottom. It was her own, of course, but it was messy and hard to read. She shook her head, ashamed of her previous art which she made at the age of 13.

 

[DragonFlye]

Cain watched the other girl with curious interest, which peaked as she began to draw with the salvaged supplies. The pencil scratch began to take shape into the image of an older woman, one that he didn't recognize. His ice melted until it was merely a few frozen chips floating in chilled water, which he tossed back and savored the temperature. After awhile, he wondered if the girl had forgotten he was there in her concentration, but he looked up in surprise as she stood up abruptly, shoved the art away, and left. Afterwards, he couldn't help snatching the abandoned drawing up and folding it to put in his pocket, for no particular reason. What could he say? He had notoriously sticky fingers. She didn't seem to want it anyway.

Now he was alone with Mercy and... he caught the eye of the Bisharp that had helped him from across the bar-- he always seemed to be hovering, did he belong to Milagro in the other room?-- and raised an eyebrow. Regardless, he had time to process the last few hours or so. He had no doubt that the Pokémon who had ambushed him and Mercy was Jackal's Ekans, sending a very clear message that he was not to be messed with. Who cared, though? Cain didn't cave to demands like that; not to mention, he took a bit of satisfaction seeing the other young man desperate. They'd never really gotten along well anyways, even before the riots. If anything, he and Jackal did have one thing in common, which was not picking battles that they could possibly lose.

In that case, maybe if he ran with these two for awhile, it'd be safer for him-- er, for all of them. Safety in numbers, and all that. Especially if his old friend was right, and these violent riots didn't die out on their own.

 

[robinspea]

"Ey! Give that back, ya little runt!"

Drops of water flew up, soaking her knees as she ran through the puddles. Erin's breath came out in quick, sort bursts, her arms clutching four rolls tightly. She felt her stomach twist in a growl again, the sound blocked off by the man- was he the baker, or a thug?- trailing her. Several curses floated up from behind, and she tried to quicken her pace. Blue-green eyes looked about frantically, trying to find some ally or hole to hop into. Unfortunately, Erin had no such luck.

She slowed to a stop, turning around, and pointed at her attacker with one hand while cradling the bread with the other. "Alright, Nat. Use stun spore!" Though her voice was drenched with confidence, it didn't carry over to the insect pokemon. Instead, her partner continued to flee, the purple fuzzball gradually shrinking from her view. Why did her best friend have to be such a coward? He was just like everyone else in this stupid city. "You- hey!" The front collar of her shirt caught against her throat, and Erin found herself dangling above the ground.

"You like to play games, ya scrap of shit?" The hand clenching the back of her shirt tightened, the familiar voice booming from behind. Erin struggled in his grasp, kicking air. Her free arm beat against the one holding her. "If ya weren't a kid, I'd give ya a real beatin'..." A rough arm slithered around to her torso, attempting to get underneath her elbow and pry the bread away.

"No- Let me go!" Her scream filled the air as her kicks grew wilder. With more frantic chance than real aim, one of Erin's heels struck the other man's crotch, and she fell hard against the concrete. A burn overtook her forearms and knees, but the pain was the last thing on her mind. Squirming away some as the other man shrieked unchecked profanities, she climbed back to her feet, and took off running.

Her feet carried her in the same direction as Nat, and it wasn't long before she saw two familiar clustered rubies staring at her from the shadows. A tired sigh escaped her lips. "Lots of help you were. Couldn't you have at least poisoned him or something?" Erin followed the venonat into a dark alley, not flinching when she heard a few rattata scurry off in the opposite direction. Figuring she was far enough away from the public eye, Erin crouched down below a partially broken window (probably due to some rioter's stone) and looked at her loot. Her lips drew into a narrow line.

In place of four small loaves, there was now only one. Her eyes sank past the loaves, to view the bloody scrapes on her forearms and knee. For a second, she felt like she wanted to cry. "This... it's all your fault!" Her voice grew some and cracked, and her hand rose up to wipe away an unborn tear. Erin promised herself that, no matter what, she wouldn't cry. Crying was for babies, and she was as big as the rest of them.

Meanwhile, Nat's antenna's twitched, and its eyes focused from its future trainer onto the ground. It made a a weak buzzing noise, as if some kind of apology. Erin wouldn't hear any of it.

"We're supposed to making a difference, and you can't even steal some bread! We- we're gonna starve! I hate you!" Erin didn't mean it, but the words escaped her anyway. More water flooded her eyes, and her arm moved to wipe it all away. A bit of blood marked her cheek. "Dad would know what to do..." She told herself. Her gaze rested upon the small, hanging from a strap on her neck. At least she could be happy that it didn't get broken. Her eyes scrunched to a shut. "Tomorrow. We're gonna find dad, and everything will be okay." Her resolve might have been more convincing if she hadn't of told herself the same thing yesterday.

The pokemon in front of her stepped forward, purple fur shaking as if it was crying as well. Nat hopped onto Erin's knees and snuggled itself against her chest. The girl didn't make any attempt to move her friend away, and they both stayed like that for a moment.

Then, the venonat wriggled, moving away. "Nat?" Her voice came out more pathetic than usual, clutching the roll tightly with one hand. Nat jumped onto her head. "Hey! What's that for?" The venonat continued to jump, weighing Erin's down. It was turned toward the open window. Two hands came up to lower the pull the insect off. "What's wrong with you- huh?" Her companion was twitching ferociously, nodding its body towards the glass. Erin turned around.

That's when she noticed it- an abandoned bar. Or, almost abandoned. She could just make out the legs of some bodies lingering inside. Though she didn't know much about pubs, she knew that her father always went to one on the weekends. She also knew they had drinks. Beers and other alcohol, most likely, but maybe some type of soda as well (the thought of some soda pop made her mouth water). There was also a chance of food.

Erin's mind was made. Setting her partner down, she drew closer to the hole in the glass. It was narrow, and it might hurt, but she thought she could just make it through. She put her one roll into her pants pocket, and began to crawl through.

She was right about the painful part. She managed to get her torso through, but the ridges of the glass caught up her hip. Her teeth clenched down against her lower lip. If she wanted to get in and out with supplies, she couldn't draw any attention- if she ended up with a new cut, so be it. Her hand pushed against the bit of wall below her, trying to force her way through.

A crack sounded through the pub, and then a shatter. Now unrestrained, Erin fell through the hole, landing on her bum on the other side with a loud "oof". Peeking out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the entire window had shattered. Bits of glass bit into her bottom and back. Already, she could feel her clothes growing warm and damp with fresh blood. As Erin looked about the faces in front of her, only one word crossed her mind: crap.

 

[DragonFlye]

Mercy barked as a crash came from the other side of the room, hackles raised. Cain automatically stood up in surprise and reached for the closest weapon he could find-- his empty glass--and held it, poised to throw at whoever (or whatever) had broken in. However, when his eyes fell on the intruder, he blinked and stood there for a moment, stunned. It looked like... a kid. After a moment, he slowly placed the glass back down. "Who the hell are you?" He asked with an odd look, but his eyes trailed to the bits of broken glass scattered around her legs and the seeping blood, easily visible through their (her?) lightly colored clothes.

"Woah, kid! Are you alright?" He exclaimed, grabbing a rag from the bar's counter. It was probably meant for drying dishes, and therefore unsanitary, but Cain was beyond caring about that for now. "Could I get some help, here?" He called as he knelt down beside the unfamiliar child. He was pretty much out of his element, here; his medical knowledge was essentially limited to the most basic first aid.

 

[_Umbreon_]

Veronica stumbled into the room, looking between Cain and the girl. "You need some help?" She asked her, crouching down, her eyes still glazed over from the drugsz

 

[kageyama]

At the sudden shatter of noise, Lis silently walked downstairs. Seeing a young girl, flooding with blood and glass, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. Of all things, it wasn't what she expected. When it kicked in that she was severely bleeding, Lis calmly stumbled over to her, seeing that the drugged female and wounded boy were already making caution with her injuries. At a distance, careful not to make the girl uncomfortable, she studied her wound in her hip area. Lis' eyes darted to the now shattered window, and then to the girl again.

“Wow,” Lis mumbled. As the other two young adults beside her asked is she was okay, Lis spoke too. “That's going to take awhile to heal. I'd put pressure on it as soon as possible,” she hollowly rambled, her voice soft and suggestive. Aki was still cradled against her, and was drowsily looking the child up and down with curious eyes. The Vaporeon trilled a gentle hum, and squirmed a bit. Lis set the Pokémon down.

Aki sat in front of the injured girl, giving a tilt to her head. Her big purple eyes seemed to offer the girl assistance in cooling down and stopping the blood flow. Lis smiled weakly at her loyal partner, who knew what to do in situations, such as the current one, better than Lis herself.