#log8

[cozy-kjune]

log8 No! Sumo! It’s me! Connor!!!

[preston-logs]

LOGS #8

Well.  I’m currently sitting in a cafe in Rustboro trying to recount what on earth happened. 

I caught the guy, who ran off, turns out he stole some goods from a big corporation in town- the one’s who made the Pokenav actually, and one of their employee’s was trying to get them back. I chased after... and um .I didn’t really see the guy, but Felix tagged along out of nowhere. He started making a lot of like ‘Oh, yeah, can’t let my Rival outrace me’ like... nudges? I suppose? Um. I got the goods back, we both went to go see the head of the company for a reward, was even trusted with delivering something to his son, Steven but...

Something else is on my mind currently, Felix just- kept... I don’t even know if embarrassing is the right word but, frustrating me, for sure. Perhaps I should’ve been a tad kinder, easier on him. He was just excited and I’ve been in a rush all day... I have a year. I just wasn’t expecting company... I don’t know. Felix pisses me off, makes me feel aggravated, by how much he keeps ribbing me- We haven’t seen each other in years! Didn’t even have a conversation about this and he just decided to throw himself into my business trip. 

... I snapped at him. Pretty badly, when we were leaving, I told him I was sick of him constantly traipsing around after me, waiting up for me and most importantly making me look like an absolute jackass in front of others... That wasn’t true, I was just angry and hot and tired, I had just slept on the woodland floor... but. He. I suppose I didn’t expect an angry reaction back, he immediatly started saying that I didn’t view him as a good enough rival... and that he wanted to fight then and there, I couldn’t even think, his Pokemon were so fast... I couldn’t even remember what moves mine knew. I lost... before I could say anything he stormed off, calling out to me... He called me pretty boy? I don’t really understand why. 

But now I’m sitting here trying to figure out what to do. I need to get this letter to Mr.Stone’s son, but I haven’t moved an inch since the encounter, just trying to recoup my team... Merryl won’t even look at me, Beatrice won’t stop casing around me and essentialy circling my legs, I think its a protective thing? I’m not sure.

Either way, might be a bit until my next update. I have a lot to think about... and apology to start working on, I believe. I haven’t even added him to my Pokenav, but truthfully I’d rather do this in person. It feels disingenuous otherwise. 

Until then.

-Preston.

[clandestinefeline]

05 JUL '18

16.32. what am i holding on to?

[xavieremix]

Journalism and its bullshit counterpart

I wish we could do something about it. The problem is, the internet is too big, to explainsive - we can't catch everybody that tries to make a few bucks off of a false headline. Hey, at least some of them are interesting!

[oligiri-blog]

３船長中心詰め (2/2) - By NOR

[thetallmansproxy]

Log#8

Being on tumblr hasn't given me much lately. Well, except some peace knowing someone reads this and is following my account, so that if shit goes down for me, someone will be aware. 

I have started tracking down and following more blogs. Some of them I do find disturbing, though. I've come across a few that seems to be in the same situation as myself. But contacting them about this doesn't seem to work. Guess it's a bad cursed topic or my asks doesn't get through.

The point of me being here is to find out more about this, maybe to come in contact with Fighters, Others, or getting back the hopes of getting out of this situation. Not that I think THAT is possible... 

I know I can't force anyone to connect with me about this topic, but sometimes I can't help myself. Hope I'm not being a douche.

So to you guys who're reading this: If you do have anything, anything at all that might be information which could help me, please contact me. 

Also: To my followers, numbers might be what it's all about for some, but for me it means allot. Thanks.