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/
People who are already tagged have priority over people asking to join.
@EspeonTheBest @Curtkid @PentheWonderful @Storybook @BurbleBurble @Sciencewars @Acroticus @ThatDamnEmu
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.
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/
People who are already tagged have priority over people asking to join.
@EspeonTheBest @Curtkid @PentheWonderful @Storybook @BurbleBurble @Sciencewars @Acroticus @ThatDamnEmu
lets begin, shall we?
--------------------------------------------------------------------
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.
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