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h i d e & s e e k || au youngster!joey

What the hell… is going on? ♬

The dust has only just begun to fall… ♪

The youngster coughs; once, twice. Hand shield his eyes in disbelief as yet another booby trap latches up merely centimeters away from his ankles – some contraption akin to a bear trap but not quite industrial in standard (though to adult eyes they are merely cleverly-built stick-and-stone snaps decorated with leaves). Must be those ninj’boys again! He huffs to himself in indignation as a cacophony of laughter seemed to surround his plight – the boy, defeated at yet another attempt of making friends with the mysterious posse. 

Go’ways! You and your stupid top’ercentage hoodra’t ain’t welcome here!

They were elitists; as he would later find out as he grew up – but he would also learn that they were merely exclusive out of a childishly harrowed heart. But at the current moment Joey was merely an outcast with his dingy old football and slinky Rattata by his side, and to be honest, he couldn’t quite figure out why the towns’ children avoided the tall grassy areas like the plague – preferring for the dry, sandy flat grounds instead. He on the other hand, in favor of the patches where he could slip in some training for his pokémon here and there, always wandered off by himself, and it’s no wonder how he eventually ended up with next-to-zero friends. 

Not that boasting about top percentages ever helped him out either, but in that young-child brain of his he figures having a cool pokémon might make him less of a weirdo, y’know. 

Actually it just made him a little more of a f r e a k. 

Hide and seek… trains and sewing machines ♩ All those years — They were here first ♫

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☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.

So many people that made Joey happy.

Besides Raticate, his grandparents and the folks back in Johto make him happy. Childhood friend Gracey also makes him happy; and Tulia.. Jasper and his Haunter’s relationship made him happy too. Also new discoveries on pokémon-care product for Raticate.. 

Have I mentioned Raticate? Strumming the guitar also gives the boy good vibes; and that adamant ninja boy hiding in the bushes that is obviously a little girl makes him laugh too.

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*releases rattatas into subway* Be free, my friends!

They’re going to chew up all the wiring… Nonono.

"Mister N… Please refrain from allowing your friends to run free in a place that will expose them to electrocution, along with the many other dangers present in the Subway. A nice field might be more suited to a horde of Rattata."

Good grief, he and Ingo would be finding them in little nooks and crannies for weeks!

"E-Excuse me. I must go. All services must be paused until the Battle Subway can run safely."

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"I am so sorry about the Rattata, please met me assist 'ya."

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Rattata is Joey's only pokémon. He doesn't want any other, and has never had any other. The pokémon was found as a tiny runt in his backyard and youngster Joey kept him ever since.

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Joey hails from the Gillard family, and has a gambler half-sister named Adria. This is the reason why he lives with his grandparents but has the funding to study and travel all over without any problems. 

Adria Gillard was my old character and I'd be hella happy if someone would pick her up haha

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tell me everything is how it should be / joey & gracey

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"Follow me then Gracidea; wouldn’t want a foreigner like you to get misplaced in the great, vast Johto.” 

Gracey could only smile sheepishly at his remark as he led her to the part of the massive department store that sold food. Although she was very much a Johto native, she did feel like a foreigner—and she may as well be, since she has been confined to the small city of Cherrygrove her entire life. The pair reached the food section shorty enough, and the young redhead was released by her guide to peruse the shelves alone.

It only takes a few minutes for her to fill a small shopping basket to the brim with her favorite traditional johto sweets, as well as a few snacks from Unova and a delicious-looking breakfast pastry from Kalos. Since Joey had offered to pay, she didn’t hold back on what she had placed into her basket, but there was only so much room left in her backpack, so once she felt she had enough, she set off to find him.

"Hey, Joey!" she calls as she spots him in the supplements aisle of the store not too far off, showing off her basket full of treats. It was filled mostly with sweets and junk food, but hopefully the boy wouldn’t disapprove too harshly of her choices. Pulling the brim of her cap down even lower in an attempt to hide her excitement, she prattles on. "This place is amazing! I’ve never seen so many kinds of food in my entire life…”

Gracey sighs as her gaze lands on the two small bottles in his hands. Although the label is mostly obscured by his fingers, she gathers that they’re some kind of supplement for pokemon.

"Aww, is that for your Ratticate?" she observes softly with a small smile. She is well aware that the old pokemon must be reaching the end of its life in the years to come, and for a moment her heart pangs for Joey, knowing fully how much he loves the old rodent. "How is he doing?"

Suddenly, she remembers something that Jason had told her a little while back about Joey. Warmth slowly begins to rise in her cheeks as she realizes that, since the pair had met up outside of the city she had not once asked about Joey’s wellbeing or those of his grandparents.

"Jason told me that you were in Kalos," she begins slowly, her guilt weighing heavily on her as she casts her gaze to the polished floor between them. "Did you come back to visit your grandparents?"

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His steps fall slowly away from the salesgirl, interest tinting his expression as eyes peer over the basket and the redhead's excitement, the motion of her ponytail swishing idly as she spoke eliciting a find chuckle from Joey. The basket had been filled up with snacks and nothing of any supplemental value, though he figures Gracey is old enough to know what's good for her anyway. Palms brush against her knuckled faintly as he claims the plastic basket, the two bottles for his pokémon wedged in a corner or the basket while expert eyes keep a look out for some instant ramen or porridge for her dinnertime. 

Gracey's words catch him slightly off-guard thanks to the trance he was in – considering all, Joey wasn't exactly used to human company on his grocery shopping days. He was so used to being alone and away from human company and construct that her concerned question renders him speechless for a while, lips pulled into a thin line briefly but saved by the Staples Aisle that rounded the corner. 

He doesn't really want to talk about it.

"Jason told you huh," he begins, albeit sounding nonchalant; hands reaching up for the onigiri that lined a cold shelf. Did you come back to visit your grandparents? Joey places another Rice Ball into the basket, no scratch that, another five and retracts his step from the air-conditioned display with a rigidness that is unlike him.

"Yeah, I did." 

Turning his attention quickly away from the girl, he is filled with guilt and a bitterness that he knows is misplaced. She shouldn't be taking the brunt of his temper, and especially not now – but he's unsure of what to do. The onigiri laid atop the basket of treats messily, and even those seemed like they were mocking him with fervency,

 Grandma makes tons of those for me– a smile forms weakly and shortened breaths escape—

"Actually, I came home to settle a question I've known for quite a while, but it's fine now. Don't worry about it, Grace. It's nothing."

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Indecisive ; Touya & Joey

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‘Oh man what did I do—’ They were the only thoughts that filled his mind, and so began the ritual of filtering through everything that he’d done in the past twenty four hours that could make anyone want to gut him. He could die yet— he had to go to the Pokémart before that could happen—

Wait, was he speaking to him? “No, no—” Words, what were words? “I, uhm, no, I’m alright, actually.” Was he? He thought he was. Did he look frazzled, or something? Was that it? “Ah, right—” Introductions; they usually happened, didn’t they? “Touya. It’s— yeah.” He could hardly say that it’s a pleasure when he was half here and had been half scared to death now, could he?

Taking the time to organise his hat, again, and his bag, again, Touya attempted to cough away the awkward air that he was feeling. Wait. He did need something. Since maps were pretty much pointless — as in he never knew which way up they went because those were some confusing things — he imagined he could do with a bit of help. “Actually—” He motioned to his bag as he spoke. “I do need the Pokémart.” He hoped that the underlying question within his statement was heard as he smiled awkwardly.

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Brows furrow at the other's words, the name Touya reaching Joey's ears deftly. I was right then, he muses with a half-smile as the Unovan shuffled with his belongings, the moniker Scatterbrain jumping immediately to his mind even as a smile is plastered on his face in wait. As the beginning of an askance comes interjects the awkward silence that hung between them, the Johto boy couldn't help but feel the presence of discomfort that wedged.

"Pokémart ain't too far away," he says as Raticate was reclaimed and tucked into the front of his jacket, zipper up and the rodent's head peeking semi-curiously, complete with asthmatic wheezes. "I can take ya' there no sweat mate." 

It's strange, he thinks with lips now a grim line, a brief smile offered in case the other had read his expression and thoughts. Don't be rude – maybe he's just lost, yeah? After another moment of loitering eyes left the mousey-haired trainer's frame, he sidesteps out of the small clearing; 

"A'ight, just stay close."

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花语 | Flower language [multiple replies]

Joey Gillard has never been one to be lucky in love (to be completely fair, he isn’t too interested in chasing skirts just yet). Despite of that, there’s something endearing about a small-town Johto boy with a tow of flowers in his hands; slightly reminiscent of the days when he was a child helping out in his family’s farm yard – stopping occasionally on his way home to pick several wild-growing flowers for the ladies who seemed to need a pick-me-up.

They always responded in ways that made his heart swell with happiness and pride, a toothy grin in exchange for their genuine smiles, hugs and pats. It made the seven year-old playground runt feel good about himself, and well, smiles were indeed the medicine for a tired soul. 

—And as people often say, old habits die hard, and the habitual need for kindness is one Joey would never shake. Even in his young adulthood, the boy steps out of the tall flowering grasses with a large bouquet of flora in his arms; wild barbs stuck to his over shirt and on Raticate’s tail, but they are happy – and hopefully it would make other happy too.

St. Valentine’s is a day celebrating love, after all. 

"You’re a lovely lady," he says, slipping a stalk into a passing lady’s arms before bowing slightly and walking "Have a lovely day, miss. That smile is lovely on you."

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花语 | Flower language [multiple replies]

Joey Gillard has never been one to be lucky in love (to be completely fair, he isn't too interested in chasing skirts just yet). Despite of that, there's something endearing about a small-town Johto boy with a tow of flowers in his hands; slightly reminiscent of the days when he was a child helping out in his family's farm yard – stopping occasionally on his way home to pick several wild-growing flowers for the ladies who seemed to need a pick-me-up.

They always responded in ways that made his heart swell with happiness and pride, a toothy grin in exchange for their genuine smiles, hugs and pats. It made the seven year-old playground runt feel good about himself, and well, smiles were indeed the medicine for a tired soul. 

—And as people often say, old habits die hard, and the habitual need for kindness is one Joey would never shake. Even in his young adulthood, the boy steps out of the tall flowering grasses with a large bouquet of flora in his arms; wild barbs stuck to his over shirt and on Raticate's tail, but they are happy – and hopefully it would make other happy too.

St. Valentine's is a day celebrating love, after all. 

"You're a lovely lady," he says, slipping a stalk into a passing lady's arms before bowing slightly and walking "Have a lovely day, miss. That smile is lovely on you."

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So You're THAT Kind of Trainer (Joey and Victoria)

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In all her years of breeding pokemon, this was probably one of the most odd things Victoria had ever come across (and that was saying something!). The Raticate looked way past its prime, fur greying, eyes pale, teeth yellow. But she knew a well cared for and loved pokemon when she saw one, and while the large rodent was nowhere near pretty, it was easy to see he was happy. She had to smile at this, and she slowly bent down to her knees as it lumbered over. Her Umbreon looked on curiously, long ears perked up and tiny nose wiggling. 

"Hey there big guy" she greeted with a large, but gentle smile. The rat purred blissfully as she scratched behind his ears. By now Yomi had grown too curious to just lay in his bed from a distance, with a stretch and a large yawn, the black and yellow feline trotted over to give the visitors a sniff. 

"I take it you’ve had this guy for a while?" she asked without looking up. 

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He watches with tentativity with the breeder crouched down to his Raticate, not so because Joey was afraid that it would bite the other, or that any proof of neglect might surface – no. If there was one thing Joey was proud of, it would be the way he took care of his companion.

It was the things Raticate would tell the breeder that would eventually make things difficult; considering it had been encouraging the young man to 1. get another pokémon 2. get a girlfriend. I can't be here forever, Master Joey. As the question reaches his years, the boy swells slightly with pride, remembering the countless times people have entertained his days as a youngster. I take it you've had this guy for a while? 

"Yeah, Raticate's the on'y pokémon I've ever had, to be compl't honest with ya', ma'am." As his own attention is robbed by the sniffing Umbreon, a small smile crept over his features at how soft the pokémon's dark fur was. There was something oddly comforting about a silky sheen of fur that boasted on good care, and contrasting to his Raticate that turned around and glared with good intention at the male – I'm twice the age of that Umbreon, you know. 

"Can I tell y' something, Miss? I'm only here because Raticate wanted me t' be here.. I woulda never thought I'd have anythin' to do with a pokédaycare centre."

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So You're THAT Kind of Trainer (Joey and Victoria)

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Victoria felt a little deflated when the trainer declined her offer. Well, there goes something that she could have done today. But maybe she could try to convince him to stay? Her parents told her again and again that it’s not polite to try to pester a trainer into doing business with them (in fact she could practically feel her parents shaking their heads in disapproval at what she was about to do). But god dammit she had to do something today, or it’d be the end of her.

"Wait!" she called out, making the trainer stop and turn around to look at her. As swift as a Yanmega, she leaped from her chair and scurried to his side. His expression was more than terrified, but she brushed it off.

"Maybe there’s something you want to breed? Or I could offer you one of the eggs that were never picked up?"

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Eyes twitch in a mixture of slight annoyance and surprise as the dark-haired breeder leapt at him with expertise. The way she waved her arms in her hair in desperate attempt to keep him around was something likened to a Mankey's territorial stance, and in turn, it elicits a gulp from the young man as he backed toward the door, fingers gripping his Raticate's pokéball in fear for both their lives. 

Maybe there's something you want to breed? His eyes are squeezed shut and an arm shields his face in case the crazy lady tries anything else funny, but there's something gentle in Victoria's voice that causes Joey to slacken his guard just a sliver. Or I could offer you one of the eggs that were never picked up? 

Slowly, he allows his posture to slacken, lips pulled into a questioning grim line as he eyeballed the unassuming rack of eggs by the counter. It never struck him before – but he realizes now that there were many, many eggs left over by irresponsible pokémon trainers who wanted pokémon breeds of favored natures; the show-pokémon for contests in far-away regions where only the top quality, top percentage were picked. They topped everything–

–and the rest were left orphans or unhatched.

Although his attention is caught by the different eggs that lined the shelves, there was an un-ignorable sense of betrayal to the old pokémon by his side. Yet, as he knew all things would eventually pass away, Joey was stubborn. No, I don't want to. I can't. "I really.. can't. I'm sorry." The words slip out in a barely audible whisper, his complaint swallowed by the flash of red that materialized by side between the breeder and himself.

"Raticate?" Eyes follow the elderly pokémon as it approached the dark-haired woman, teeth clicking as if beckoning for attention.

".. I think he wants t' tell ya' smth, miss."

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✄: something you don’t talk about much

Time is something Joey doesn't talk about much. 

Especially time running out. It reminds him of his elderly grandparents and of Raticate. He works tirelessly to play god and find a way of life-form sustenance, and while he is well-aware that in exchange for their time, he is using his life as a barter trade.

But it doesn't matter; he doesn't pay much attention to it. Just don't remind him.

Tick tock.