[RP] Journeymon: Blackout

[[Desolate Divine]]

Jacob
Slateport Shipyard>Slateport Market
Affected RPers: none

I put my forefinger up to my lips. The gesture for silence. Shruikan knew the meaning of it. We lived in rough times, and precautions had to be taken. The streets of Slateport City were dark, and dangerous to be found in. There was a time when law existed. But not now.

Shruikan and I edged along the buildings, moving slowly with the shadows. Though the sound of waves crashing against the southern and eastern borders of the city masked most of the noise we made, we weren't taking any chances of being found. After an hour, we had found our way to the street that used to be the Slateport market. I had heard off the person I used to live with that it was run by criminals now, any supplies that were there are owned by gangs. I have never been here before. But we need to survive. And to do that we need to take any supplies we can find, but even more so, we must stay hidden.

[SpinelWolf]

Spinel
Slateport City - Poké Mart
ARPers: Dragotech

Looking through the old shelves of the run down Poké Mart a young woman wasn't finding much. At least nothing she could use. It looked like others had the same idea she had and already took everything of value. Or the stuff that was visible at a first glance that is. There could be some hidden supplies around, but it would require some work. With a heavy sigh she leaned against an empty shelving unit on her left side, resting her eyes for a moment. She then felt a nudge against her exposed side, and in response the brunette cracked open one violet eyes to make sure it was what she thought. Sure enough the gentle nudge was from her Typhlosion. She raised one hand to place on his head, just above the scarring on his face. A massive area of his face was scarred, looking much like a bandit's mask with jagged edges. The injury that caused the sight also made him completely blind, but not incapable of battle. But that's for another time.

"Guess you haven't found anything either," the young trainer said softly, running her finger tips through the dark blue fur.

"Sadly no," the fire-type replied, his voice deep and calming. "But that does not mean that this place is completely bare. There should at least be some scrap material we could find some use for. If we can't find anything still then our next target is the Center."

"Sounds about right. I'm sure most of the medicine has been taken though, if not all of it. However it can't hurt to look."

A lot has happened in such a short amount of time. She was glad now for her expierences before now, even if some had more permanent affects she'd rather live without. Her hand moved from the Typhlosion's head to grab at her pant leg, though if one looked carefully they could see she was holding onto something that was hidden under the material. With another affectionate nudge the brunette was brought out of her reminiscing of bad memories. She gave him another pat before once again standing fully.

Suddenly the fire-type's ears twitched and he quickly turned his head to the front entrance. When the pair originally entered the door was unlocked, and once examining it they found the door they found that the lock had been broken. At the time it hadn't bothered either of them for they had not seen traces of any other trainers or Pokémon in the area, so without a second thought they simply closed the door behind them and started looking around. It would appear as though their assumption was incorrect and there were others in the city. However it has yet to be seen if they were friendly or hostile.

"We should become hidden," the trainer spoke, getting a nod in response from her Pokémon companion. With a quick look around the two noticed that the front counter was more or less intact and would at least hide them from sight to anyone entering the building. If worse came to pass they'd fight, but perhaps they could wait it out and whoever was trying to enter would see that nothing was to be seen when first looking around and not look any further. With haste the two went behind the counter and ducked down. Now was the waiting game.