Hero of Hoenn

Room 168 SHSL Trainer

[chrisnerdwick]

By ちゃんりく

[traitoroussuckup]

The time has come. He’s had whatever meager fun he can have on Brendan’s MM and now that he’s back alive, he can’t exactly scare Archie anymore with the whole ghost bit. The only logical thing to do now would be to locate the little trainer and give him his stuff back. He’s not a bad guy, so why wouldn’t he? He was only borrowing them, after all. 

Oh, and there was the little punk now. Slipping up to him, he held up a finger as if to say ‘hold on’ and reached the other hand into his pocket. Annnnd out comes the hat, the MM, and the ID. 

"I believe these are yours." 

[trainerbrendan]

It's been a few days since he came back to life and he still didn't remember much. There were a few times in his dreams when he saw faces, but they were always blurred out, or their back was turned on him so he couldn't see anything. Perhaps he would remember some important things today. Oh, and look! There's a ugly looking guy making his way towards him.

This guy looks strangely familiar. Too familiar. And he didn't like it one bit. Who was he? Did he have business with him? If the other didn't have anything to say to him, then he'll just walk away. Well, he was going to walk away until he held up a finger to make him wait. 'I believe these are yours.' Ah.. his MonoMessanger and ID.. Did he lose them? If so, when? He didn't recall ever losing it. Now that he actually thought about it, he didn't have either of those with him when he revived. Why did the stranger have them? Did he have his hat, too?

He took his belongings from the other without even saying a 'Thank you.' Why would he, when the man could've been the one who took them? "Who are you and why do you have my things?"

[silversnatchfever-deactivated20]

[maskeradings]

Gross. He can sense the presence of a loser in the infirmary. Or at least, he would if he weren’t still locked in his room, frightened for his dear life.

[trainerbrendan]

I'm back motherfucker. I'm going to wreck your shit.

[trainerbrendan]

Wake me up inside (Save me)

His eyes fluttered open, and he slowly sat up in bed, wincing as he did. Where was this place? He didn't remember ever being here. Red hues scanned the room. This place seemed familiar. Maybe he has been here after all. Wasn't this the room where he walked in on Proton pla--.

Hold on.. Proton? Who was that? Did he even know a Proton? There was another name that started with a P as well, but he couldn't remember that one either. It was more of a nickname instead of a name. Was it Pringles? No. It had to do with food but it wasn't Pringles. Pretzel, maybe? The names sounded awfully familiar, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. Whatever. He can figure it out later. Whoever they were, must not be that important since he forgot about them.

Right now, he just needed to find some painkillers. His body ached all over. Especially his throat and hands. It felt like he was just stabbed with a knife or something. Groaning, he reached up to his hat-- only to find that it was gone. His hat was gone. And.. there were now scars right in the center of both of his hand. When did he get them? He doesn't remember ever cutting himself there. Did he get scars anywhere else..? Ignoring the pain, he walked to the nearest mirror and-- Oh no. It couldn't be. He had gained a new scar there as well. His finger gently traced the F that was engraved on his throat... how..?

The pounding in his head got worse by the second as he continued staring at the scars. Wait a minute. He remembered now. Sort of. It was all a blur to him. He had been tricked. He recall being led to a classroom by some egotistic loser and.. there was another person waiting for them in there. Then one of them tied him to a chair, gagged him, stabbed his hands, and they finally carved an F on his throat. After that, all they did was sit there and watch his blood ooze out of his wound. They watched him die, and they didn't care at all. No remorse. Nothing.

But if that was the case.. then why was he still alive? He should be dead right now. Laying limp. Lifeless. But no, he was moving. He had heard about students reviving after they had been killed, but he didn't expect the rumors to be true. After all, how could someone come back to life once they died? That wasn't possible, right?

[solos1s]

source

[trainerbrendan]

[ayuthay]

黒豆

[nurutsi-blog]

x

[pokephrases]

[trainerbrendan]

fist me

[scarredremembrance]

[trainerbrendan]

[cinnaminirolls]

[trainerbrendan]

Ded.

[mintarisato-deactivated20150302]

ホウエンの旅 by ❖淀川（湯コ）

[pokabooz]

ミール

[rouresuchan]

|| brendan and kano ||

Just a little walk. That was fine, right? Peace and quiet to mull over his thoughts, to muse to his pleasing. Though Kano supposed the act was more over punishment for his own lies, as he found his mind tumbling over it self in such ways that left him worse than when his bootclad footsteps had begun.

His life typically went like this, and he knew it, though his own stubborn and selfish mind refused to acknowledge such a thing. Ah, when had happiness become his impossible objective? It seems he’s always felt this way. Strange. 

And in his preoccupied state of mind, his seemingly confident staccato faltered as he realized another was walking down the same stretch of the building as he. White hair—ah, no, that was a hat—black hair belonging to some boy he had yet to meet. A distraction, then. Just what he needed.

"Ah! Hey, hey! White hat guy, what’s up?" A little weird to just address someone out of the blue. Oh well.

[trainerbrendan]

He was currently roaming the halls, looking for something to do. Today was such a.. boring day. Yeah. Plain and boring. If they were trapped in a school full of mutual killing, the bear should've at least built a Pokemon battle stadium or something. That would be great. At least he would be able to get some training done while stuck in this stupid school.

But no. There was nothing here. Except the gym, pool, and some other rooms that people didn't really care about. Like the library. The was the Recreation Room as well, but there was always people in there. And it was loud. He didn't enjoy being in cramped places.

And he was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud and almost...almost obnoxious voice. Turning around, he stared at the figure that wasn't all that far away. "White hat guy?" At least he didn't mistake his hat for his hair. The results wouldn't be pretty. No just kidding. He wouldn't beat anyone up over that.

"Nothing, really. You?"