VINDICTIVE WRAITH

Indie Pokemon OC blog. Semi-selective. Not private. Hellspawn to Jax. Written by Jason.

[vindictivewraith]

There's a vague scent of familiarity to the teen's scent that she can't quite place. Nikki herself spent far too long picking pockets to not realize that's what the other is doing, and it brings a wry smile to her lips. It's with practiced ease that the shifter nabs the wallet off of someone passing by, approaching the teen to hand it over. "Buy me a burger, 'nd you can keep the rest."

     Hailey isn’t too good at the whole pickpocketing thing and she knows it, preferring to pick on the smaller, weaker but rich people who walk around on their phones with a wallet hanging half out of their jacket or pants. Easy pickings are best but very rare and her rumbling stomach is just killing her physically and mentally. She needs a new delivery soon.

     “Wh-?”

     She looks to the shorter woman and then to the wallet, confused for a moment.

     “But… S’your pickin’s.”

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orresnatcher‌:

the warning didn’t work, and wes really didn’t want to be bothered at that evening, for he was waiting for a special client that would reward him a fat reward, and he didn’t want any snooper getting in the way, so he calmly turned to the young woman, glanced to the side, and approached her, almost close to her ear.

you really want to know? i am expecting a very special man. his name…..is “nun”.

     “... Nun?” She asks in a deadpan way, presuming it is a lie. Or just a joke. Or a way of telling her to fuck off and that he’s not telling. She doesn’t really care. This guy probably has cash. Perhaps she can just... get some off him somehow.

     “What’s so special ‘bout him then? Your boyfriend?”

[orresnatcher-a-deactivated20220]

@vindictivewraith​​

do you mind? this is my space, and you are sort of invading it. scram, i’m waiting for someone.

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     The young woman had been minding her own business for the most part of that evening, gaze kept the floor as she ensured to keep her breaths steady and not raise suspicion about herself. She didn’t exactly blend in with her rebellious appearance of torn clothing and a short leather jacket and high boots but she just hoped everybody would think her street trash and look the other way.

     In reality she was looking at people’s shoes. Why? To see who owned a fancy pair and pick on those people in particular for they always had cash or a card she could grab. 

     Almost giving up she had started to walk with her head held low until a certain pair caught her attention. Strange footwear but something that strange had to mean money, right? She had no cash of her own and needed to pickpocket somebody tonight lest she starve.

     But he noticed her as she edged closer.

     “My bad... Uh, who are you waiting for?” She enquires, lifting her chin and acting nonchalant, sparking up random conversation. Perhaps she could distract him and loot his stuff. Then again, glimpsing over his body he hasn’t really got any obvious places to keep things. What a disappointment.

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     Tonight is rather chilly and she finds herself stuck in her little bedsit with nothing to do. No jobs are being offered and she’s rather hungry but nearly out of money, leaving her with a rumbling stomach as she shivers under a blanket.

     “Things will be better soon.” She mutters.

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      She will be spending Christmas alone this year. Last year she hadn’t even remembered as the memory of her now dead mother consumed her whole. But this year she remembers well enough and knows nobody will be around.

[firstratearsonist-deactivated20]

i’m stronger than this. i have to be stronger than this. there is no room for weakness, not here, not anywhere.

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Hailey. Updated it.

[pharrma-deactivated20150102]

“Sleep is for the weak,” i say. my hands are shaking. i can hear colors.   

[lilac-rph]

    It’s the ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ                    —— You’re on your own.

[lukas-musings]

It’s Christmas!

Can’t you be a dad for 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇩​🇦​🇾​ out of an 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 year? 

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gnzma‌:

Aw, come on. She shouldn’t be so harsh on herself. They get death threats every day, sometimes they even tell eachother. And with ‘they’, it’s usually Guzma who’s having fun yelling a lot and and promising death for the smallest or reasons.

A teenager with anger issues wouldn’t be such a weird new entry, all things considered.

   …but we’re not thinking about this, for now. What truly matters is that this kid is his friend. Or so she says.

“…he hangs out with children too, now?” Guzma can’t help but comment. Kind of friend or not, knowing Jax? That was just gross.

“Well, he’s not here.” the Boss returns to use an annoyed, almost harsh tone “He disappeared in thin air since Pasiofest so, once again? I’d try asking the police instead of wasting our time.”

                     Or the obituary, he almost lets it slide     He hates to admit it, but it would be a real shame if the Rockets put theri hands on him, now.

     He disappeared.

     Oh for fucks sake. Why is that not surprising? Always disappearing. Everywhere she tracks him he’s gone somewhere else. Why is he so damn hard to get a hold of?

     She sighs heavily, trying to suppress the rage that bubbles within.

     “Are you sure about tha’?” She questions, half squinting. Was it a lie or not? 

     “Can y’tell me what he’s been doin’ here?”

     Maybe she can find his new location if she knows what he’s been doing but knowing his track record he was probably bedding all the wrong people.

     “I can try find him y’see if I know t’fuck he’s been up to.”

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gnzma‌:

…oh.

Oh, ok. Jax. Of course once again he’s having issues because of that piece of shit. Guzma’s currently questioning his ‘friendship’ with that guy.

                     Again.

Once again, the Boss shares a quick look with his grunts, giving them but a quick glare to order them not to get involved before returning to focus on the girl. …now that he mention him, she kinda looks…

                                                                     …familiar?

“Perhaps.” he finally answers, taking some seconds to study her.  Is she a Rocket? Those guys usually go around with their shitty uniform, but…? “Who’s looking for him?”

     Jax... The damn idiot was calling himself that here too. What else is he lying about?

     Everything, probably.

     The girl wrings out her shirt a little more, revealing she’s a little malnourished at current and right on cue her stomach rumbles. Great timing she thinks, half distracted by her hunger.

     “I’m his friend. Concerned for that stupid fucker. He’s in a lot o’trouble y’see and I need to find him and tell him somethin’ before he gets into more shit.”

     Well it wasn’t a lie now was it? 

     “Gotta keep him alive ‘n all.”

     For now.

     Her gaze wanders to each grunt, wondering why each stands here; why they joined the Skull gang in the first place. She would join perhaps if it weren’t for the fact that the leader seems to know Jax and with her having come into the town threatening people with death she wouldn’t be surprised if he would side with him in an argument. She just hopes they aren’t friends.

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gnzma‌:

And there we go. The edge. It was about time it joined the chat. Again, Guzma’s eyes went more on his Skulls rather than the girl throwing a fit, calmly moving his hands in his pockets as if it was nothing.

“Look, if ya lookin’ for someone so bad, there’s a police station right next to here. But just so you know, with a description that doesn’t go beyond ‘he has a fake name’, ‘he has a sad backstory’ and ‘he’s a liar’?”

“We’re here for the most boring and vague game of Clue ever.”

     She tries to think on how to describe Jason for a moment without calling him every name under the sun. Stupid. Selfish. A complete and utter wanker. Murderer...

     Her mind travels back to when they actually did meet in the cafe where she sat at the table, arms folded, watching him enter and talk to her mother for a short amount of time. 

     Then she recalls something.

     Shit, what had he called himself? He had protested so much...

     “Hang on, hang on... Gimmea moment...” She mutters, putting a hand to the bridge of her nose as she delves deep into her memories.

     She had been so stressed and excited all at the same time to meet him that she hadn’t really payed attention to the whole conversation until the end where everything had gone down hill and spiraled into what could only be called a horrible situation. For the entire time her mother had spoken to him, he had protested so much upon using another name as opposed to his real one. But what was it?

     J.... J....---

     “... Jax?”

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gnzma‌:

Oh, there we go.  All it needed was a Waterfall in the face.

Jason, Jason… was there anyone called like that, in Team Skull? Guzma lifted an eyebrow at her question, finally, giving a quick look at the grunts, who simply shrugged in response.

“Tough luck, pipsqueak.”

     The girl inhales deep before letting the air out of her nose in a sharp manner, folding her arms tight. She knows he is - or was - here at least from what information she has gathered, coming to the conclusion that the man is just a coward and fled to Alola or something and was under this guy’s protection. 

     “Don’t fuckin’ lie. I know he’s here somewhere, right? I need t’find him.”

     Anger boils in her veins and she has to fight to refrain herself from lashing out at the Skull leader, knowing full well it would just make things much more difficult.

     She shakes her head, flicking the hair back again that is so wet it slaps against her skull.

     “What, did he change his name comin’ here or somethin’? Wouldn’ surprise me knowin’ the coward. Always runnin’ y’know? Has he spun some sob story an’ you’re just protectin’ him? Don’ fuckin’ believe a word he says. He’s a lying bastard.”

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gnzma‌:

…she’s clearly not understanding he’s meaning business.

Frankly? He wouldn’t give a damn if she stood or not. She could be jumping around or rolling in the mud for all he cared, and he would’ve kept on his pushing her to speak up. Guzma isn’t exactly the type of guy who thinks about such minor inconveniences. The fact that she keeps on talking about nothing, even mocking him, tho?

That’s not cool.

“Golisopod.”

He calls for the Pokèmon with calm, allowing him to focus on the puddles and using Waterfall on the girl - sudden, harsh, terribly small considering they were far away from the sea but still strong enough to make her understand he’s not in the mood for that.

“I’m not repeating myself again. Speak up, or get out of here.”

     The water hits her hard and she screeches loudly, curling into a ball to bare the brunt of the attack but still ends up flat on her back, soaked to the bone and in mild pain. Shivering and shaking she just about manages to sit up after several long moments, holding her upper arms as she heeds the warning well and clear.

     “Asswipe.” She sniffles, rubbing the bare skin of the upper arms a few times. 

     This time she gets to her feet, wringing out her tank top whille staring the Skull leader right in the face.

     “’m looking for someone.” She starts slow, slicking the black hair back from her face. “You know ‘im, right? Jason...?”

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gnzma‌:

Oh, Arceus. Here we go again.

Guzma squints lightly, keeping his eyes on the girl even as he shoosh away the grunts as they take a step foreward, ready to keep on beating her up for daring to be so disrespectful with their boss.

Nah, nah. Not yet.             If she has to be beaten up, he’ll think about that himself.

“You’re wasting my time.” he hisses, taking a step closer to properly tower over him “Speak up, and do it fast before Golisopod throws you outta here.”

     She bares a toothy grin to the Skull leader, running a hand through her long black hair again. Perhaps she is secretly nervous or perhaps she is just feeling utterly confident. Either way her expression can’t truly be read, a good mask on her face as she just smiles away. 

     Wiping her lip with the back of her hand she goes to stand up, only to hesitate, putting her hands on her hips in the most sarcastic manner.

     “Do I ‘ave permission to stand up?” Come her words in a slow manner, glancing at the grunts with a glare to each. She is ready to fight back if needed though without her metal pipe she is rather helpless, the stupid idea of using tooth and nail crossing her mind.

     “If you wanna break my legs then go fer it but I’ll nag y’ear off.”

     Drawing out the moments it seems, avoiding the real topic at hand; why she’s here exactly.

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[What a ruckus]

@gnzma

     The girl sits on the floor in a heap, hunched forwards having received quite the punch to the jaw, hair over her entire face. Such was her own fault for coming into Po Town with a metal stick and waving it about like a mad woman, screaming at the top of her lungs that she will destroy everything and kill everyone in her way, decimate anybody that dare stop her. 

     Fuck her jaw aches.

     Upon hearing the new footsteps approaching she wipes a hand across her face, still concealed by her hair before shaking out her mane so casually. 

     That’s who she wanted.

     So casually she smiles as she looks up, half pained in expression from her jaw, bunching her knees up slightly towards her chest to which she rests her arms upon, acting as though she is glimpsing upon an old friend.

     “You’re shorter than I imagined.” Come her words in a rough tone, head cocking to one side slightly. “But cute ‘nough.”

     She makes quick work of some tangles in her hair, fingers casually brushing through the thick locks while her eyes dart around the area.

     What a dump.