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MISFITS

-Seto continued on, looking at the rain. Around him, where he stood, frost was growing again. He sighed before speaking again.-

"I don't pry, cause I would hate it if someone tried to pry into my own past. To me, honestly, I've almost lost my faith in people."
-He blinked, scratching his head a bit. As he spoke, his voice sounded smoothly.-
"I have never really met someone so much like myself before. Well I can't tell if you lost your faith in people, but besides that, we seem to be in tune. Would you mind if I asked why you are here, even if when you asked me the same question I refused to share my reason?"
 
"I lost my faith in people a long time ago and I'm a thief. I've been stealing ever since i ran away from the orphanage and a store manager caught me. I'm here because of first degree physical assault. I lost my temper and the manager ended up in the hospital. I've also done drugs but haven't been caught" Shade said looking up at the sky again.
 
-Seto looked on in no direction in in particular. He had a distant look in his eyes.-
"I said I would not give my reasons, but I will reveal a part of them. I was a thief too, still am,probably always will be... Hey, shouldn't we get to a place that has more protection from the rain?I don't want you to catch a cold or anything."

-He offered his gloved hand.-
 
Shade looked at him and accepted his hand up. "Thanks" she said unable to stop from glaring when she saw Toby; she had heard the comment he made saying she looked like a lesbian and that comment ticked her off big time.
 
((OOC: LOLWHUT, one throwaway line became THIS! O.o Besides, I think a lot of you are forgetting it's raining...? Or has it stopped?))

Mike wasn't quite sure how the fight started (he didn't worry too much about it). One moment, he was just happy to have had breakfast made for him, and the next moment there were a few insults and slurs thrown around, then a kiss, and then a punch, and then there was fire and weird powers and that Tony guy momentarily not being a jerk. It was pretty cool, actually. He did notice that there were a few people in the background who were just watching or having their own conversations, though.

There was something nagging him about the fight, though. He tapped his chin, trying to figure it out. Then the sudden realisation hit him and he snapped his fingers triumphantly.

"Oh! Wait, my name's not Mark. I'm Mike. Although I guess that's an easy mistake to make," he said cheerfully, as though that had been the most disturbing thing to have happened thus far. "Oh, hey, I'm still soaked!"

He stepped into the shelter, his clothing dripping, before giving himself a long shake. Droplets of water splashed everywhere. "Oh, by the way," he said conversationally to that Tony guy, "I think you're a... what do they call it these days...? Oh yeah, a 'jerk'. Don't worry, you're still pretty." He paused to think for a moment. "And I'm not technically gay."

Satisfied, he promptly moved on, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes. For a moment, though, a close-up image of a dark-skinned girl talking quietly to some guy all in black. It was so clear and vivid it took his breath away. His eyes snapped open and was still greeted with Tony's face.

"Huh. Cool," he said aloud. He closed his eyes again, and this time his sight seemed to rush toward a rather promiscuous-looking girl putting a yellow umbrella away while a tall dark guy watched her. When he opened his eyes, his sight blurred and jumped disconcertingly back to normal. He felt a little bit dizzy.

"Wow, maybe Mom put something in that toast..." he said, blinking rapidly.
 
As soon as Kylie let go of his arm, Toby jumped back a few feet, snapping his hand back to his side. What? He did not just offer to help that prick up. He slowly glanced at Kylie and narrowed his eyes slightly. What did she do? She... touched him? And seriously, how did Toby rip a hole in that guy's shirt? And how did he burn his? As far as Toby could see, there were no Pokémon running amok and Grims' was definitely not wearing a fire thingy glove. At the moment, Toby didn't care that much.

"Disregard that entire statement!" Toby yelled at Grims. "Freak! And you!" Toby thrust a finger at Kylie. "What the hell? And you!" Toby moved his gaze over to the Mark/Mike kid who had recently developed a voice box. "Nobody cares! Where is our stupid probational officer?!" Toby threw his hands up in the air, abandoning the situation and heading towards the front doors of the community centre. He pushed on them only to find they were locked.

His newly frustrated state didn't care much for this and he bashed the door with his feet. A sudden gale blew past and smashed the glass on the door and swung them open, thrashing them against the walls. Taking this as a mere, weird coincidence, Toby walked inside quite casually and looked behind him to see several faces looking back at him with surprised looks.

"It just opened by itself! It's an invitation to go inside. I'm not waiting on anyone!" and with that, Toby swung himself around and walked inside.
 
Aaron was still in his car. He wasn't keen on going outside, seeing the drizzle, so he decided to turn on the music. He was after all, early anyway. Ignoring the world around him, he listened to a number of songs and almost dozed off. What woke him up was the similar tense feeling he had felt after the lightning strike, as though something had adversely affected him.

Whatever, he thought, just another day in paradise, I guess. He mused over his own sarcastic remark, and wondered if he'd be able to get a chat with Will. Even Toby was something of an allure of itself. He laughed to himself, fingering the pokeball in his pocket. It had been a while since his pokemon was in a battle, he missed those day now.

Seeing the time however, he decided to get out and head for the shack where they were supposed to meet up. Looking around, he noticed pretty much everyone else had arrived, and was surprised to see everyone all divided up, not to mention the fact that a small skirmish seemingly took place, with scorch marks on the ground among other things.

Strange, he thought, I'd have thought a Pokemon battle would make more noise. Christ, this is like high school all over again... Well at least they're all emotionally fragile. Aaron smiled at this last remark.

As he walked over to the door that Toby had just gone through, he overheard the others talking about relationships, fighting and other nonsense things. He did overhear the others speaking of Toby as being a jerk and a homophobe. He followed Toby inside, the two alone.

Had they been referring to Will, Aaron thought. He knew Will was gay, it was plainly obvious...

He decided to surprise the hothead. He slammed both his hands on Toby's shoulders (in a friendly manner no less), his fingers touching Toby's neck, and staring Toby in the eyes. Without hesitation, he spoke.

"Tobs, really are you causing trouble again? I'm sure if you were as gay as Will you'd be a more fun person." Aaron smiled deceptively and walked to his usual spot, perhaps hopefully leaving his fellow delinquent in a stupor.

((What is Toby's definition of "fun"? XD :P ))
 
Toby brushed off this guy's hands. He was the one in the Porsche that Toby had yelled at previously. He raised his eyebrows a little.

"Who the hell is Will?" Toby furrowed his brow, trying to remember names. There was Kylie, the little girl, Mark/Mike, the semi gay one that Toby had insulted earlier, Grims, the guy with the temper and the other kids that Toby couldn't be bothered remembering. There were a few others that had been here yesterday but Toby had no time to even remember that stuff. "Is he your boyfriend?"

(OOC: Will isn't here yet lol XD BACKFIRED.)
 
Aaron turned around and chuckled despite himself. He so far as licked his lips. Toby was an interesting person.

"Oh, he could be, though I'm sure you would be jealous." He winked at Toby when he said this

He walked up to Toby and placed the palm of his hand on top of Toby's.

"Keep acting like a troubled girl why don't you," Aaron said bemused. As he said this however, he felt a slight unexplainable jolt in his hand. He retracted his hand quicker than even he expected but continued to look at Toby as though expecting a response.
 
"Oh man, you know it," Toby said rather sarcastically. Feeling the conversation going nowhere, Toby continued to walk towards wherever. The guy came forward again and touched Toby's hand and looked directly in the eye.

"Can you stop touching m--" Toby was cut off as his mind suddenly went blank. He couldn't move. All he could do was breath and look back.

"Keep acting like a troubled girl why don't you," the guy said. He quickly pulled his hands away but kept the gaze. As soon as the last word left his mouth, Toby could feel a small lump in his throat and his eyes began to get teary. His head started to panic, what was happening? Before he knew it, he was in tears and managed to splutter out a sentance.

"L-leave me al-lone you b-big bully!" Toby wiped his face and ran off in the opposite direction towards the main hall. As soon as his gaze had broken from that guy, Toby felt his chest heave and he resumed control over his body. It was ridiculous! He quickly washed his face off in the sink in the kitchen, erasing any kind of sign he had been crying at all. What was happening? He was going through some kind of midlife crisis. These kids were driving him insane. Something really weird was definitely going on.
 
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Aaron saw tears well up and even fall out of Toby's eyes. He even spoke as though he were a girl, even in what appeared to be a mocked girl's voice.

I'm sure I can't affect people that easily... or weirdly, Aaron thought. For once Aaron was mystified and yet he couldn't help thinking that somehow the lightning incident could explain all this.

Aaron watched as Toby walked off, pause, then continue into the hallway. Regardless of what seemed to have occurred, Aaron went back to his spot, content with himself that making headway into Toby's life was progressing, he now at least had something to poke fun at Toby with. He looked expectingly at the door, hoping the day would be over, or even better that the councillor had killed herself. Aaron even laughed at the idea of one of the delinquents killing the councillor.

((Gnite people :) ))
 
A terrible migraine woke Will the next morning.

"What a great start to the day, I thought this would have gone by now." he said to himself. He reached over and grabbed some painkillers from his satchel. He had been suffering with this mirgraine all night. The stabbing pain above his left eye had kept him from performing all night.

He looked at his watch. 10 AM. He was late. Poo. He shot out of bed, still naked, sweat covering his body. What time did he end up getting to bed? What time did that hiker leave? It wasn't soon enough. That guy was such a prick. The room stank. It kind of smelled like a brothel, or how he would imagine a brothel would smell. It was musty, and kind of smelled like BO. He noticed the used condom on the tasseled lime rug next to the bed.

"Wanker. He could of at least put it in the bin" He said to himself.

He realised that he didn't actually count the money for last nights 'encounter'. As he was walking over to the drawers where the wad of cash sat he suddenly he felt a little dizzy, his head split as voices raced into his mind from every direction. He collapsed to his knees. What the Hell?!?!

Suddenly they stopped. And everything was quite. Too quite one might say. Still a little dazed form the headache, and probably coming down from whatever those pills were that he game him.

He looked out the window and noticed that although the storm had passed, it was still drizzling outside. As he looked down at the street below and the combination of drunks and gambling attics outside the game corner, voices raced into his head again. It wasn't even clear voices, more like a dull of noise, he couldn't concentrate on any single voice.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the drawers. He walked over and examined himself.

"I hate you..." He said to the mirror.

He gave himself a sniff and decided it was time for a shower. He knew he was going to be late, but he had to wash the stench of sex off himself. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He hopped in and left the water moving over his body, as if washing away all his sins. He sat on the floor and began to weep, hating himself for what he had done. Eventually he got up and towel dried himself, his headache starting to clear, grabbed his dirty orange overalls and got dressed, and headed to work, once again on Rapidash.
...

When he got to the center, everyone was starting to head inside, He hadn't seen the parole officer, and just assumed that one of the delinquents 'let themselves in'. He walked across the car park, admiring the beautiful Porsche that belonged to Aaron, the only one that was worth remembering his name. He was kind of sexy.

We walked up to the door and noticed a small fire just under the window to the left.

"What the?" he said under his breath.

As he opened the door and walked in, everyone turned to see who had arrived, obviously relieved that it wasn't the parole officer. Will sat down at the table with the one called Shade and Seto. He noticed the paper that was in the middle of the table. To his horror, his real name and mugshot was splashed across the Saffron Times.

WILLIAM VAILENCOURT MISSING. FEARED DEAD. By Reporter Valerie Jones

He snatched it up and stuffed in into his satchel, hoping no one noticed this quick and sudden movement, or already read the article.

"So, what's going on" He said to Seto. "Why does everyone look so serious? And why is Toby crying?"
 
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Grims didn't even have time to react to Toby's sudden move change. Next thing he knew, the kid was off crying like some girl after that Aaron kid whispered something to him. Despite the rage he felt earlier, he exhaled deeply and the flames faded away.

It stopped raining.

Shade, his Zoroark, came over instinctively, although Grims simply passed off the whole incident as a freak accident. He returned Shade to his PokeBall before setting his eyes on the boy named Aaron.

"Hey," Grims began as he walked over to him, "What'd you say to twinkle toes over there? I'm Grims, by the way," he extended a hand in greeting, completely forgetting that his shirt was ripped open and revealed his chest and stomach.
 
Kylie watched in awe as the mean boy revoked his apology and ran into the community center. She looked down at her hands, trying desperately to understand what was going on, and found that she was shaking.

Did... Did he act that way because of me? she thought, looking at the doors to the community center - which were, oddly enough, still fluttering about in their frame as if being blown by wind. She reached down and nervously toyed with the zipper on her fanny pack - she needed someone to talk too, and clearly everyone here would be unwilling to comfort a crying eighteen year old who acted like a twelve year old.

However, as she began to unzip her fanny pack and retreat to the back of the community center, she heard someone yell from inside:

"L-leave me al-lone you b-big bully!"

It sounded like another girl. Kylie looked around nervously, but only saw two other girls including herself, and all were outside. She frowned and walked to the doorway of the community center, looking around, but the only person in sight was a lanky blonde boy who had to be at least a foot taller than her.

Had she been hearing things? She debated going up to the boy and asking, but remained in the doorway as she thought.
 
Before the others had come in, Aaron had noticed the newspaper on the desk, and walked over to it. The headline amused him greatly, as it said: WILLIAM VAILENCOURT MISSING. FEARED DEAD. He let it sit there as the others began to enter. Some of the people seemed to have heard Toby's outburst too.

And suddenly he noticed that his Will had entered, about to walk over to him, he was interrupted by someone else.

"Hey," the man said, "what'd you say to twinkle toes over there? I'm Grims, by the way." The man called Grims extended out a hand.

Aaron looked at the man from head to toe, then back to his eyes, "oh you know, he's probably going on an emotional rollercoaster because of abuse at home or some crap." Aaron hesitated to shake the guy's hand at first but then thought, why the hell not.

He shook his hand as he inquired about the man's name, "you know Grims is a bit of a strange name", Aaron having taken in his appearance, commented further. "I bet you're some kind of punk rocker though. You should probably take out those piercings, you look like an idiot."

Again after his comment, Aaron felt his hand give a slight jolt, even Grim's hand seemed exceptionally warm, odd for this kind of day.

Aaron wasn't much for introductions though, he had purposefully neglected to tell Grims his name (though he supposed it could be guessed anyway). And even Grims seemed to just be giving him a blank stare.
 
"Well in contrast to these guys... Nothing really" Chuck chuckled in reply to Alex's obviously flirtatious question.

"...But, disregarding the guy with the burning hand and Toby's weird 'force' push, I think your obvious attempt at sexiness despite being around convicts gives you some brownie points" he finished, a flirtatious smile on his lips.

By saying attempt at sexiness he hadn't meant that she hadn't succeed, just that she was trying to hard seeing the cards she was dealt. Extending his hand to the possible love interest, scratch that, friend with benefits, he introduced himself.

"Hey, I'm Chuck Sterling"

But before she could reply, Chuck withdrew his hand and turned to face the center, rushing to get to the bathroom before his suddenly filled bladder exploded. A man's gotta go when a man's gotta go, right?

"Be right back Sweet Thang" he called over his shoulder, the same joking grin on his face as before.

Slamming the door open and plowing his way through the convicts already gathered inside, he sputtered out a few 'sorry's and 'excuse me's before making it to the filthy men's locker/bathroom. Smelling and looking worse then a public restroom, the restroom gave the impression that people aimed for the walls, and ceiling, as opposed to the toilet. Chuck made his way to the stall that smelled the least and released the contents of his bladder, three beers, 2 liters of Dr. Pepper, and a cup o' joe. Suddenly, he felt the same strange watery feeling flow up and down his body, the feeling he had when his expression had turned sour at the sound of Toby's entering of the group. As the feeling grew more intense Chuck looked down at his hands, flipping them to look at the palm and back, over and over again until he was satisfied that he wasn't imagining anything, he definitely wasn't his normal mocha complection.

"Jeez"

He muttered to himself as he made his way out of the stall to double check his skin tone in the mirror.

"Oh God!"

He said a little louder to himself as he watched his hair turn back from an unnatural, yet familiar, bleach blond to its natural black color. Instantly his mind raced at a mile a minute, connecting the dots between Toby, Grims, the lightning, and, of course, himself. Naturally wanting to look sane when he went to go explain the supernatural phenomenon that was occurring, Chuck turned the faucet on the sink to wash his face, but when nothing came out, he instantly headed for the showers, hoping that it wasn't a problem with all the plumbing .

"HOLY S***!" He belted at the top of his lungs.

Finding the probation officers mightyena with a broken neck and dislocated jaw beaten on the shower room floor, he just couldn't hold in the scream that had been building inside of him since he noticed his hands changing color.

"DAMNIT GUYS, HURRY THE F*** UP!" He screamed to attract attention to the increasingly creepy and decaying pokémon on the floor of their shower.
 
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Toby scrubbed his hands and face quite violently at the kitchen sink, turning around every so often to check that nobody had seen, heard or followed him. Quickly, he dried his hands and took a look at the damage from the fight. Nothing too bad except the burn on his face, the hole in his suit and the bad taste in his mouth. The hole... How did that kid manage to set his arms on fire? There was no Pokémon hiding behind him nor an illusion of somesort since Toby was actually burned. And how did Toby push him back so far? 

This was all absurd, superstitious nonsense! This could all be explained easily: Obviously, the milk he drank this morning was off and he had been hallucinating the whole experience! That would make sense if Toby had actually had milk today and if Grims hadn't looked at his own hands in confusion when they burst into flames. He had been feeling pretty weird today ever since the lightning struck them. The lightning? Perhaps surviving lightning strikes grants hallucinations! Or... something? 

"Retarded! I am obviously retarded!" Toby slammed his hands on the counter. Napkins on the counter suddenly skittered away and floated to the floor. Toby stared at them then quickly looked around the kitchen. There were no fans on or even a window. Only a door, which was shut. So... so he did it? He picked up one of the napkins and stared at it. What had he done before? Applied force. He had punched Grims (twice, infact) and slammed his hands down. 

Okay, take one. Toby rolled his eyes. He could not believe he was actually doing this. He felt pretty stupid actually. He shrugged his shoulders and lightly punched the napkin. Not only did it do nothing, the napkin teased him as it floated down to the floor, like an insult. Sighing, he picked it up again, and tried a little harder. Did it move ever so slightly forward? If it did, Toby didn't even notice it and bit his lip as it just floated to the floor again. Toby quickly picked it and without even thinking, punched it as hard as he could. The napkin flew like it had exploded from a cannon which was Toby's hand and hit the wall, tearing at the centre. Just like Grims shirt. The napkins behind him had fluttered away from Toby as well, but barely as far. 

"Oh my god," Toby stood stunned for a second, then quickly grabbed a new napkin from behind him and ran out of the kitchen, yelling. "GUYS! Oh my god, guys! Guys, guys, guys, look what I can do!"

"DAMNIT GUYS, HURRY THE F*CK UP!" Toby heard a scream from the locker room and reacting to the situation, ran towards it to see what was going on. When the locker room was empty, he went to the toilets, only to see that guy with the Dragonite standing over a shower cubicle with a look of horror on his face. A little nervous, Toby stepped forward, stood next to him and peered into the showers. 

"HOLY SH*T!!!" Toby quickly stepped back, away from the bloody body of the Mightyena. It's face was distorted, like someone had grabbed it's bottom jaw and just pulled it apart. "The probation officer's Pokémon!" Toby quickly turned to the guy. "You killed the probation officer's Pokémon? You sick b*stard!"
 
"DAMNIT GUYS, HURRY THE F*CK UP!" Shade heard a voice scream. Oh god whats happened now she thought sarcastically, she didn't really care to help but was curious as to what happened. "Wanna go check it out?" she said turning to Seto as the yell of another boy was heard.
 
-Seto sighed, scratching his head for a moment and closing his eyes. He began to walking towards the direction in which the voice came. Not that he cared what happened to the person, but this could be interesting, and today had been pretty boring besides meeting Shade-

"Why not? Lets see what the poor sucker got himself into."
 
Shade nodded in agreement "it's probably something stupid they're making a big deal over" she said not knowing how wrong she was. Once they made it to were the scream had come from Shade froze where she was; looking at the dead Mightyhena hearing the boy that had gotten his ass kicked accuse another boy of killing the Pokemon.

"Do you honestly think that he killed it. That pokemon looks like it's been dead for several hours" she said rolling her eyes.
 
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