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My Favorite Home (Cheren + Bianca)

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“No… I have too. I have to be strong.” Bianca wiped away some tears and smiled. “Well, Cheren, promise me you won’t worry about me when I tell you this… but I’ve been staying on my own for a while. Well, I stayed with my grandma for a while too, but that’s a different story..” Bianca fidgeted nervously. “I don’t want you to worry me, because I have pokemon with me, and I’m strong!”

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"...I'm going to worry about you no matter what, Bianca, because I care about your safety," Cheren responded with a sigh. "But I know you're strong. All my friends are, and I still worry about them. I can't help it." He looked away from her. "I've been living on my own too, mostly. You can't really help it in this day and age." He glanced back down at the Pansear, still wondering about the significance. "Honestly though, if you ever need somebody to talk to, that doesn't make you weak. Okay? It makes you normal."

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Cookie Waltz (Cheren and Jasmine)

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Jasmine frowned. “You’d rather be tortured?” She asked in a monotone voice. “Brave little leader…” She cooed softly. “Foolish little leader!” She screamed, slapping him hard. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be wishing you HAD taken my offer!” She stopped, and breathed in. Then she laughed, a maniacal laugh. Smiling, she returned her Steelix and dragged Cheren into the Rocket building. “You’re going to wish you had never crossed my path.” She giggled and dragged him into the elevator.

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Cheren winced as the woman slapped his cheek, his own hand instinctively going to his face. He didn't respond to her, though, because she was probably right; he would most likely regret not taking the offer later. But for now at least he could hold on to his defiance as one little shred of dignity.

He stumbled into the elevator after her, still finding it difficult to breath due to the rope collar around his neck. It was important that he willed himself not to pass out, though, because if she did something to him while he was unconscious... Cheren shuddered at the thought. Might as well be conscious of whatever she was going to do to him.

Cheren had no idea where she was taking him, but it couldn't be good.

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((People I need to respond to (and probably/hopefully will get to tomorrow: Lyra, Volkner, Jasmine, Bianca, and N.

People I need to write starters for: Red

If anyone else wants a (terrible) starter from me, just message me or something.))

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He resisted as long as possible, but her grip was still too strong, and he gradually ran out of steam. Plus, Cheren knew if he somehow did manage to escape, her Steelix would just crush him anyway. The Rocket building loomed in front of them, and Cheren shuddered as the...

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"The leaders of..." Cheren trailed off, his thought turning helplessly. If the Resistance caught him giving away information, he'd probably be killed. And if he refused her offer now, he'd probably be tortured to either insanity or death. Being reticent was what he had gotten tortured for in the first place, and he was almost inclined to agree with her just to preserve himself as long as possible. But then there was also the fact that one of his best friends had joined the Resistance, and ratting them out would be ratting him out, too. And his desire to protect his friend was fortunately or unfortunately stronger than his desire to protect himself. "I can't..." he whispered miserably. "I guess you're going to torture me, then. Well, go ahead..." But he sounded more terrified than defiant.

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Cheren nearly rolled his eyes at the comment but forced himself not to. He had no doubt that the gym leader would not hesitate to keep his word and throw him out if he kept complaining.

“B-Blair’s staying with you?” Cheren stammered, forgetting for a moment to act composed.

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"...yeah, he is," Cheren replied testily, not even sure why the thought perturbed him. It's not like he owned Blair or anything; he could associate with whoever he wanted to. Still, it aggravated him that Blair was friends with someone as unpleasant as Volkner. Or maybe Cheren was aggravated because he himself couldn't get along with Volkner, meaning Blair was just a better person than he was to be around. No matter. "Anything's fine..." Cheren muttered. "Thanks," he added, sounding a little pained as he forced out the gratitude.

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Cheren struggled to free himself when Steelix dropped him briefly, but the woman grabbed him with an equally firm grip and bound his hands. He tried to break free from her hold and ran forward, but was met with such a strong resistance from the rope collar that he began to...

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He resisted as long as possible, but her grip was still too strong, and he gradually ran out of steam. Plus, Cheren knew if he somehow did manage to escape, her Steelix would just crush him anyway. The Rocket building loomed in front of them, and Cheren shuddered as the unpleasant memories of his previous torture resurfaced. "Please, can't you reconsider...?" he pleaded, but he knew it was no use.

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Cookie Waltz (Cheren and Jasmine)

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“I’m going to tie you up… If that wasn’t obvious. I’m taking you back to the Rocket building, so I can deal with you myself.” Jasmine cackles. Steelix releases Cheren for a second so Jasmine can grab him and tie him up. First she ties his hands behind his back, then she ties the rope around his neck, making a little rope collar for him. She then leaves the rest of the rope like a leash. “You can be my obedient little Lillipup!” She laughs. “Now bark.”

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Cheren struggled to free himself when Steelix dropped him briefly, but the woman grabbed him with an equally firm grip and bound his hands. He tried to break free from her hold and ran forward, but was met with such a strong resistance from the rope collar that he began to cough and choke, and had to stop or pass out. Upon hearing her request, his face flushed just at the idea, and he refused to look at her. "No..." he mumbled, knowing he was probably just prolonging the inevitable by refusing to indulge her now.

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((Ahh, sorry, my computer's been weird lately and really slow so it's been really hard to check tumblr at all, which is why I've been kinda slow on replies lately, so sorry about that. I think I owe Jasmine, Volkner, and Lyra? I think that's it? I can try to do the shorter ones while I'm at school. Sorry about that |D))

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My Favorite Home (Cheren + Bianca)

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Some tears still spilled out of Bianca’s eyes, but she wiped them away quickly. “…Thank you.” She hugged Cheren. “Thank you for being my friend.” She smiled, though it was a sad smile.

“I guess I should fill you in on what happened to me when I was alone…” She frowned, and looked down at her pokemon, and reached into her bag. “Come on out Alain…” She barely whispered, and the Pansear appeared. “This is Alain. He’s my Pansear.”

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"You don't have to..." He trailed off as Bianca let her Pansear out of its Pokeball. The Pokemon seemed fine enough to him, but the way Bianca acted so nervous around it... maybe something had happened with it? Or maybe there was another reason altogether, separate from the specific Pokemon itself. Cheren looked up at her, waiting to see if she would explain. He didn't want to make her more anxious by asking too many questions, after all.

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Ϟ 02: @Cheren

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“I wouldn’t know who you know.” [Volkner sighs. At least the other isn’t whining anymore, though. It’s a relief to his ears. Calming from the brief moment of anger he had expressed, the gymleader stops in his footsteps to answer the glasses-wearing male.]

“There’s a kid there named Blair. He sort of just turned up out of the blue.”

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Cheren nearly rolled his eyes at the comment but forced himself not to. He had no doubt that the gym leader would not hesitate to keep his word and throw him out if he kept complaining.

"B-Blair's staying with you?" Cheren stammered, forgetting for a moment to act composed.

"Oh. Um." He fell silent again. Of course Blair would have joined the resistance before he himself had. It was in his personality. Although he wasn't sure how he felt about his friend staying with Volkner. Well, maybe they got along better. He hoped.

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