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oh... poor baby, no.... you have a big pool to swim in now, thats your water bowl... 3:
(forgive the sparseness of the room, it is still in quarantine as all new tennants are as a precaution, n it needs to be an easily bleached and completely cleaned area)
Roto-Leak! CCTV Footage: Oreburgh City Mines - Exterior:
The camera is perched atop the mine entrance, overlooking the rocky slopes towards the city proper. Men and machop carry scaffolding and boulders back and forth as the machines continuously rumble and clank. All in all, a pretty regular workday in Oreburgh...
... Until a miner makes his way into frame from inside of the cave. He's carrying something under his arm, something that is flailing and screaming and.... Cursing.
“LET GO OF ME YOU ASSHOLE, LET GO, I'M ALLOWED TO TRAIN IN THERE MOTHERF--” Shilo screeches, trying to bite the man's hands through his thick gloves.
“Listen, kid.” The miner sighs, putting her down. “Y’”can't just set up camp in an active mine.”
“SAYS WHO?”
“Says...” He puts his hand to his head and pinches his brow. “Like, every person who knows anything about safety.”
“People can train in there as much as they want the sign says!”
“You weren't *training.* You were *living* in there. There's not even any cell service that deep... and how did you get passed that angry watchamacallit that sleeps in there?”
“I caught her.” Shilo crosses her arms and looks away, pointing her nose into the air defiantly, “and for your *information,* she is a Rhyhorn and her name is Bessie now.”
The man rubs both his temples. “Okay, whatever, point still stands, ya can't just stay in there indefinitely. And the boys’ Pokemon are starting to get too tired to work after all the battles you keep challenging ‘em to.”
Shilo huffs, still refusing to look back at the man.
“Don't you wanna take on the gym and move on anyway? That's what most of the trainer kids do, yeah?”
“I'm...” She looks down. “I'm waiting on someone... To watch me.”
The man sighs, “Listen, I get it, you're trying to kill time waiting for whoever you're expectint, but my guys need to actually start working for their pay instead of battling all day long.”
“I can leave them alone...”
“.... You also, again, can't just stay in there as long as you want.” He turns to head back in, looking over his shoulder and adding, “I'm tellin ya kid, just go challenge the gym already, whoever you're waiting for can hear about it later. There's always time 'till later."
Shilo watches him walk out of frame with squinted eyes. “Right...” She grumbles, turning and leaving towards the city.
Roto-Leak! CCTV Footage. ((for real this time...))
This footage is surprisingly clear! The library must actually have a good budget (or perhaps they have things that they're afraid of someone stealing...?)
[Video post! Though it's black and muffled. Maybe an accidental post from a drunken hand?]
"Shilo." A male voice starts, firm and commanding. "Enough of this foolishness, we are to get medical attention."
" Aughhhh... Buzzzzkilll,, leav me aloogne." Shilo slurs in response, theres shuffling like she's rolling around on the floor.
"Shilo, we must." His voice becomes clearer as he approaches closer, before stopping suddenly.
[Video Post!]
[It's dark at first and muffled, like someone wasn't quite sure about how to work their own phone.
"Where's the button to light me up... uhm.... There!"
"Hello Rotumblr! It's me your favorite runaway!! Uhm, Thought I'd post something for evidence that I'm still alive. And that I wasn't kidnapped. I did this myself! And um... fuck you mom!"
Roto-Leak! CCTV Footage: Sandgem Pokemon Lab
The video flicks on to a downward view of Doomi and Shilo huddled at the entrance of the lab. They seem to be in a heated discussion, though it takes a moment for the sound to kick in.
"....-m really sorry, I was supposed to go to Twinleaf to visit my mom like, yesterday, it was worth it but she's PISSED Shilo."
"I thought you were gonna vouch for me to the professor..." Shilo whines in response, stopping just short of stomping her foot on the ground.
"I mean, you can come with me if you wannaaaa~" Doomi sings with a grin, "yknow... just go to the professor a bit later than planned, say hi to my relatives..."
Shilo seems to relax a bit at the invitation, though still remained tense. "I... I can't wait anymore I'm gonna fucking explode."
"And I don't wanna keep ya! Listen, it might be a lil bit but..." She shuffles around in her bag before taking out a very wrinkled and partially stained map. She shakes it out and points to a spot. "Look here, this is the first gym most people go to, Oreburgh, right? We can meet back up there in a few days, there's a lot of cool stuff so you'll have things to do when you wait, and you could try out the gym too!"
"What if he rejects me for a trainers license?"
"He won't."
Shilo mumbles something and looks away.
"What, are ya afraid I'll forget ya?" She gently boops Shilo on the nose, making her grin a little despite herself. "I never forget a face, let alone a friendses face! I promise we'll meet up there, just give me a bit of time to calm down my mom and dad. They thought I died."
---
The feed cuts out into static, before fading back into another security camera, this time in the lab itself. The professor is fiddling with a machine, muttering under his breath while his assistants scurry around pressing buttons. He perks up when he hears the door open.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit busy right now Lucas--" He cuts himself off as he turns around to see Shilo. "Hmph, you aren't on my schedule..." His bushy eyebrows furrow, "What brings you here, young lady?"
Shilo shrinks back before taking a breath and stepping forward.
"I'm here to... To be a trainer, I need a signwork on my paperoff-- wait- no-"
"You're here start your trainer's journey?" His eyebrows raise, "It's far past the season where most of the youngsters come through..."
Shilo flinches.
"... But I suppose there isn't a limit to when we can start new things... Have you a picture ID?"
"A... A what..."
"A picture ID? If you were older it'd be a drivers license but anything will do, it just needs your name and picture."
"I... I don't have... One of those..." She deflates, staring at the floor.
"I'm sorry but--"
"NO!" Shilo snaps her head up, fiery passion in her eyes. "You have to- you WILL let me be a trainer! I've... I've come so far, it's all I've ever," She forces back tears with a strained hiccup, "It's all I've ever wanted."
Professor Rowan stares down at the girl, imposing in size and expression by comparison. His stern eyes gave away none of his thoughts. They stare each other down, the research assistants silently watching on while they fiddle with their instruments nervously. Finally, the professor looks away.
"... Very well. What is your name, young lady?
"Sh-Shilo."
"Just Shilo?"
"Uh...." Her eyes dart around, landing on a potted tree, "S... Sumac."
"Shilo Sumac?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yes." She stands up straight, still trying to stare the professor down.
The professor shrugs and turns from her and begins typing a few things into a machine.
"Mmm.. Since you're so late in the season, I'm afraid I only have Turtwig left..." He murmurs as he clicks through windows on his computer. "He's rather old, actually, keeps getting passed up for being cranky, though I think you may have experience with that sort of thing." His eyes almost imperceptibly flick to her "hat" for just a moment before a mechanical whirring draws his attention. The old machine prints out what looks like a small ticket. He takes it and hands it to Shilo.
"What's--"
"I'm getting to that." He crosses his arms, "This will allow you to make a trainer profile at any PC. Pick what trainer class you'd like, fill in your name, let it register your new Pokemon, exedra, and it should print you out an official license."
"Trainer... Class...?"
"Yes, it's more of a fun little icon or a way to brag about how wealthy you are." He waves his hand in the air dismissively, "Most people choose the "Youngster" class first. But you aren't most people... are you?"
Shilo doesn't respond, taking the ticket almost reverently.
"I took the liberty of creating a box for you and depositing your new Pokemon--"
"OKAYTHANKYOU!!!" Shilo turns, but gets called back immediately.
"Hang on! Hang on." He raises his hands, "at least take your Pokedex and some extra common Pokeballs."
Shilo sheepishly takes her starting items before turning tail and rushing out the door, leaving the lab far quieter than it had been before.
"Sir..." One of the technicians says, rubbing his hands together "That's... Obviously a runaway..."
"And?"
"Should we not... Call someone? The police? Or keep her here?"
"Hmm..." The professor closes his eyes as he sits in his chair, leaning his chin on his hands. "Now why would we do that?"
"It's just-- Uh... N-Nevermind sir."
"Kids deserve to start another story too, you know." He adds, a small smile forming under his mustache. "I think, perhaps, it isn't any of our business."
Offscreen Post
It was too quiet. Gone was the bug or bug Pokemon's songs and the rustling of nocturnal critters, even the wind stood still.
All alone, in the dim light of her phone flashlight, the girl worked at some rocks, smashing them together in an incorrect and desperate bid to make a fire. Of course, it did not work, and she exhaled a sob.
"I knew this could happen." She murmured to herself with closed eyes, steeling herself for the rest of the night. To top it off, for a while now, she had been aware of the feeling of being watched. She tried to shrug it off, but it only grew stronger as she tried harder and cried louder in frustration and guilt and rage at the unfairness of the world.
In the darkness, a nearby stick cracked.
With a start, she realized the shadows that had been haunting her now formed a shape at the edge of her light. Instantly, her mind began to work, churning over information without her even trying.
Scizor. Can be aggressive. Usually leave nonthreats alone. Powerful pincers. Raises wings and arms as a threat display. Not doing a threat display? Looks stiff and uncomfortable, dangerous, but not outright hostile. Hopefully.
It took another step towards her. Reflexively, she flinched back. Another step and another.
Abnormal behavior possibly intended as a threat to get out of its territory but I have nowhere to go I don't have the strength to build another shelter.
An angry snap of claws, the buzz of wings, she curled up on the ground. It was fine.
Though what greeted her wasn't the blow of steel she was expecting.
Rather, it was a wet rasp on her forehead as a soft and warm creature pressed against her.
She opened her eyes.
A Zorua. One glowing eye stared her down judgementally.
Zorua, a shy vulpine Pokemon. Zorua use illusions to scare away dangers, but will occasionally reveal themselves when they feel it is safe.
She slowly rose as the Zorua blew a stream of flame onto the pile of sticks.
"Oh! That's special for you to know--" She blurted without truly thinking, causing the Zorua to jump back.
"Sorry..."
It regarded her again, keeping a wary eye on the girl as it backed up to the edge of the fires glow, resting where it was just barely visible.
She felt its eyes on her still as she rubbed warmth into her fingers and tried to get comfortable.
I hc you as having glowing eyes in camera pictures
i dont take pictures of myself or let anyone so i wouldnt know, but i wouldnt be surprised if it were so... already a lot of Weirdness about this body
