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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 20:28:27 GMT -5
Everyday was the same routine Slave labor was his expertise silent, obedient, built to please Never complain never disagree Just carry the load took care of the home The perfect servant do just as you're told...
He was in cuffs.
Scowling, sandwiched tightly between two poke'morphs, the young Elite Champion of Unova found himself being not-so-gently forced along the corridor to a mysterious location.
He'd been framed! That damn, sneaky, no-good... The Anti-Pravus "Resistance" leader had lured him into a trap, letting him take the fall for the real agents who'd been attacking a Pravus location. So while he was actually perfectly innocent-- he hadn't even known the guy was Anti-Pravus, when the cops showed up, they thought he was the one responsible.
Despite his protests, they'd hauled him away and interrogated him in a tiny room. They'd let him go after about five hours, but not back into the streets. Apparently they wanted something from him. Maybe he shouldn't have called them a bunch of bastards...
Hadn't White warned him about something like this happening? He swore quietly, glaring down at the neatly-polished, white marble floor underfoot.
The door opened. He was shoved into an ornate office. The door closed. Click. Had they just locked him in?
Not good.
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Post by Stanley Hopkins on Oct 22, 2013 14:36:00 GMT -5
LOOK AT THESE PEOPLE; AMAZING HOW SHEEP'LL SHOW UP FOR THE SLAUGHTER | It was a sunny, peaceful Saturday morning. Stanley's supposed day off, and yet here he was at work yet again. 20 years of working at Pravus, and he still couldn't manage to stay away from his office on a weekend. Not that his office wasn't nice, it actually was almost nicer than his apartment. Neat, organized files across his oak desk and a flush white carpet spread in the room. A small touch of plants here and there, a nice view of the campus outside, a few touches of interior decor. It would be everything you'd expect from a psychiatric/therapy office. He was engulfed in finishing a case file, pulling papers from his organized desk drawer of reports he had done on his clients. Most of them were people he was assigned to evaluate, some were pokemorphs that needed to prove they had some human left in them. Most of it was fairly easy and didn't require much effort on his part. Just nod and smile and write some stuff down if it sounds important. Sometimes the people forced to sit down with him would snap, panic and attack his neatly stacked book shelves or his seemly innocent chairs. This would be cause for him to go into defense mode, and set them into hypnosis for treatment instead. Being a Pokemoprh himself, he was an expert at hypnosis and the top of his field for "brainwashing". Most of the time it was to remove trauma or to get them calm enough to finish so he could get paid. Nothing too extreme or out of place for Pravus. His current file on hand was one of these cases, and of course he was reporting his methods and the works to his higher uppers. His Pokemon, however, weren't exactly the types to be excited about being stuck in an office on a Saturday. Delta, a small cleffa with a knack of indulging in human past-times, stared boringly at a small television set by the door of the room. The sound was off, but Delta watched as if she could hear every word of the show. She was on her fourth cigarette this morning, already growing tired of the lack of "quality" shows. Theta, on the other hand, was busy lifting the heaviest books she could find as her morning workout. She was a Smoochum with a bit of a fascination of battling and training. She also was the world's most annoying Pokemon in the entire world. "This is stupid. I hate having to be in the same room as this pathetic, lazy bum. Can't she be in the pokeball? I mean all she does is smoke and watch TV! She's going to give me cancer or something."Theta was on a tangent while she attempted to lift a book over her head. It was ignored for the most part, until Stanley heard a knock on his door. "Theta, hush now. Stanley remarked, as his pokemon quickly put away the reading supplies to run over by Delta, who snuffed at her companion. A young lad, looking barely over his teens, came stumbling in. The door was quickly locked behind him just as Stanley had requested. He quickly stood up, leaving the papers neatly on his desk as he lifted out his arm to shake. The skin on his arm was clearly more yellow than the rest of his skin, and his arm was a bit smaller than it should have been. Which required for a bit of an awkward handshake, but Stanley was fairly use to it by now. "I'm Dr. Hopkins, I'm here to help you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 23:29:59 GMT -5
Everyday was the same routine Slave labor was his expertise silent, obedient, built to please Never complain never disagree Just carry the load took care of the home The perfect servant do just as you're told...
He stared at the man suspiciously. Why was he here? Who was this weirdo? They should have just let him go. He bristled, trying the door. Yeah, it was locked. Damn.
He didn't move to shake the other man's hand. What was he? It looked like he was some kind of poke'morph. Either that, or he was diseased. Jaundice. That was the disease where your skin turned yellow, right? Either way, he was feeling trapped. In a corner. He didn't like it in the slightest. Black shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched slightly, warily.
"Who are you?" He asked quietly, his gaze wandering around the room that he now found himself in. It looked like an office.
Two small poke'mon were over to the side. His eyes widened slightly. Was that Cleffa smoking? Wasn't it still an egg-type? That was like giving a baby a cigarette. They seemed rather displeased to be in this place. Just like him. Reluctantly, he turned his gaze back to the man. Stanley.
"Where is this?" He asked, keeping his tone even. He didn't move, choosing to stay pressed up against the door. If it opened, he fully intended to bolt and escape from this place.
He looked away. Was this the beginning of what White had foreseen? No way. He would never turn against his best friend. He hated Pravus, and what they stood for. Together, they were going to find a way to help those who had been oppressed, and the poke'mon who had been so badly hurt by the organization. He would never turn against that. "I don't need any help." He said, stiffly.
Thoughts of White flashed through his head. Her desperate tears, trembling in pain. That wonderful day that had been ruined and marred by sadness. He'd promised her that he wouldn't let her vision come to pass, and he fully intended to keep that promise.
"Please let me go. I don't have any business being here." He spoke stiffly, every muscle in his body tensed and ready to bolt.
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Post by Stanley Hopkins on Oct 31, 2013 11:44:43 GMT -5
LOOK AT THESE PEOPLE; AMAZING HOW SHEEP'LL SHOW UP FOR THE SLAUGHTER | "Please, please. No need to be alarmed. You can call me Stanley, if that helps comfort you. It has um, what to do you say, calmed some of my other patients down by being less formal." The older man said, taking his hand back to adjust his jacket. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at the boy, who could barely be older than a teenager, as the kid slouched with his hands jammed into his pockets. He looked scared, but Stanley didn't need have to use his medical degree to figure that much out. A small hmpf of disapproval came from the corner of the room, followed by the sound of a lighter flicking on. "Don't mind Delta, she's a bit of a grump. You can try talking to Theta if that helps, hmmm yes, but don't expect much from it. She tends to be called, what's the word, neurotic at times." He said, with a small grin rising up on his face. "Please let me go. I don't have any business being here." That made the grin slowly fade from Stanley's face, but it was soon back up as if nothing was said. It was usual for youngsters to be frightened by him outside of work, and inside of his office seemed to only increase the fear. "I'm afraid the door seems to be locked regardless of what business is being done here. If you would like to sit down, I could talk to you about the sorts of problems you've been facing, hmmm? I've got a lot of paperwork to do, so if you wish to stand by the door, I don't mind. I've slept in this office more than once before." he stated as he sat back down in his chair, fiddling with the keys to his desk drawer. "Although Delta might not be too kind about missing her shows." he said, gesturing with his free hand to the discontent cleffa in the corner.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 9:32:39 GMT -5
Everyday was the same routine Slave labor was his expertise silent, obedient, built to please Never complain never disagree Just carry the load took care of the home The perfect servant do just as you're told...
Touya scowled. Patient? "I'm not a patient." He replied, stiffly. "I don't want to be here, and I don't have any reason to, either. This was all a mistake, a misunderstanding. I have to get home soon anyways." Stubbornly he turned and tugged on the door handle. It was definitely locked. Maybe if he just jiggled it so... Why had he left that door lock pick at home? Normally he carried it around with him everywhere in his pocket. But for some reason or another today it had gotten left behind. Dammit. Touya sighed and let his hand drop to the side, turning back to face Stanley, arms crossed and leaning against the locked door slightly.
He ignored the man's poke'mon. Although normally he loved meeting new poke'mon and talking with them, today he didn't have any interest in doing so. Besides, that Smoochum looked like she was focused solely on those books. He also had no interest in speaking to that grumpy looking Cleffa. They looked like they would rather be anywhere but here- and not have to be stuck in the same room as an angry, discontent adult teenager. He could sympathize with the feeling. He would rather be at home watching television and walking with White on what their next plan was.
"I'm not facing any problems." He spat out, glaring at the blond man who looked so self-assured of himself. "I already told you I don't have any reason or want to be here. There's nothing wrong with me, and your Pravus lackies got the wrong guy." His eyes narrowed angrily. Once he got out of here he was going to find the guy who had set him up and really make him wish he hadn't. "This is your office, isn't it? Don't you have the keys to it or something?" Maybe there was a fire escape out the window. He eyed it briefly.
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Post by Stanley Hopkins on Dec 9, 2013 22:25:08 GMT -5
AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED; MONEY DON'T GROW ON TREES
| This was proving to be more difficult than Dr. Hopkins originally thought. This kid was starting to get on his nerves, and he itched to just hit this kid silly just for speaking to an elder in such a rude way. Like as if Stanley wanted to spend anymore time over this than he had to. Obviously his passive aggressive conversations did nothing but irritate the both of them, but he still had a few cards up his sleeves before he did anything rash. Not well know to the common folk, a Pokemorph who uses their Pokemon-esic moves tend to get easily tired out after a few attacks, much like a real Pokemon would after using a rigorous amount of power. He could feel waves of annoyance coming from his Cleffa, who seemed to be keen on using her psychic powers to curse Stanley up and down for not quickly dealing with this problem. The Smoochum didn't look so pleased either, and was for once on the side of the obese baby Pokemon. Of course, she was much more open with her problems than everyone else in the room. "Look listen here brat, if you don't start opening up or something I'm gonna beat you silly and don't think I can't just because I'm a girl Pokemon doesn't mean I can--" she ranted, moving her head up and down the young trainer for added effect. Stanley let Theta rant, because well this dickwad deserved it for being so rude. Plus, it served as an able distraction as he pulled the file on this "Touya Kuro". "So I see you refer to as Black. And your pretty partner, she goes by White, correct?" he said, raising his voice to silence the room. His yellow hands skimming through the sizable stack of papers, and looking for any sort of reaction. "Are you wondering how much we know? You're a fool if you think that Pravus hasn't been watching you from the start. See, we like to, oh how do you say it, let things run their course. Except you messed up, so now you're stuck here with me, and I know everything about you. Every little secret you've ever tried so desperately to hide, I've been there. Watching, observing, testing." He said as he slammed his short, sickly arms onto the desk. He had raised his voice to the point of yelling, glaring down the poor kid for all he's worth.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 12:25:10 GMT -5
Everyday was the same routine Slave labor was his expertise silent, obedient, built to please Never complain never disagree Just carry the load took care of the home The perfect servant do just as you're told...
Touya scowled. This was starting to irritate him. He already had enough to worry about and deal with, but this was just too much. The both of them were getting angry at one another. He could just feel the tension building up in the room, like a tangible force. It was the kind that made people who weren't involved awkwardly slink off, to wait for whatever it was they needed.
At this point he was kind of hoping that the man would start something so he'd have an excuse. He was a nice kid, but he had his limits like everyone else, and the stress of the last few weeks was beginning to build up to a climax. He just needed something to take it out on. One excuse, any excuse.
He ignored the little poke'mon throwing a temper tantrum. He wasn't a brat and he didn't care what this obnoxious cushy chair shrink's poke'mon had to think or say about him. All he wanted to do was get out of here so he could go back to Verity Town and talk to White. He could feel the jaws of Pravus slowly closing around his neck and it was making him extremely nervous. If White's vision came to pass, he didn't know what he'd do.
He froze as the man however, who had remained silent to the pink poke'mon's ranting finally spoke up. It wasn't that he was bothered about the man knowing his and White's childhood nicknames-- but it was the tone of his voice, and the way he said it. The sound of a triumphant predator knowing that it had this hunt in the bag, it's prey cornered and helpless. But he was not some tiny rabbit waiting to get picked off.
"If you think your little scare techniques are gonna work on me, you're dead wrong." Touya spat out venomously, now turning to glare at the man. In truth, he was scared, but not for himself. Who he was scared for was White. The childhood love who had never seen how much he loved her, who had chosen someone else. Even if knowing he wasn't the one she loved hurt, he would have rather die than see her be hurt, especially by himself. White meant too much to him.
Again, he ignored the yelling, instead looking around the room, for an escape route. Right now he was in dire straits, and if he didn't get out of here soon, the trap might just slam shut. |
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