Jin Leix
Fallarbor Town, Border to route 113
ARPers: N/A

Jin looked to the side, briefly, to where he would head next. The ash-covered route 113 was foreign to him, and he presumed that it might have a local inhabitant waiting for him, a life-saving partner that he could add to his team (currently consisting of one Pokemon).

Fallarbor Town, unless nature or a gang of bandits intervenes, would be where he would live for now-possibly all of his life, too, if nothing bad happened. The residents hadn't been hit hard by the panicking, mindless civilians, trying to find whatever they could, mainly because of a lack of panic-stricken people in general. As there weren't any gangs he knew of, it was safe for now. As far as he knew, it had the only functioning Pokemon Center in all of Hoenn (lack of PC aside), which was now a life-saving facility. The inhabitants were a peaceful folk who would prefer focusing on rebuilding the town into something like its former self rather than try to expand its borders, despite the fact that now, ironically, in the apocalyptic scenario they still lived in, was the best time to try an expansion.

Everyone had a roof over their head (though nobody was exempt from sharing houses) and could get food to eat. It was all rationed: everyone got a fair share. Everyone had a role to play: The majority were either rebuilding or farming; A few people, including Nurse Joy, were operating the Pokemon Center in case of emergency; A few others, the ones with the strongest Pokemon in the area, served as law enforcement.

Jin was absolutely none of these people. Jin was an outsider. Albeit, they gave him a small salad as a "Welcome to Post-apocalyptic Civilization" present, and the people weren't paranoid enough to assume he was a thief (ironically, that was true), there was nothing else for him aside from the Pokemon center, and thus far, it had been peaceful, so he didn't even get to use that, apart from the obligatory heal the instant he got there.

Jin had a Deck of Cards and a load of non-perishable food, nicked off of the careless in a city who didn't realize exactly what Anarchy entailed for them as they ripped through grocery stores and PokeMarts to get some kind of edge in the 'lawless' world they've been delivered into. Jin was a thief by nature and by trade, though rarely had anything been that easy. It was almost a kind of sick joke of some sorts. Now, Jin could easily say it was an apocalypse: Large amounts of life died and civilization took a toll that might take anywhere from a decade to a century to recover from, which, in his mind, were the main two requirements. However, it was a combination of stupidity, inaction and insanity (in that order) that made it into the giant mess that it was. In all reality, in a world of truly sane people, civilization would have been harmed economically by the whole massive loss of life (though the grave business would have taken a toll), but nothing more: The world could have gone on, easily. It could even have been said to be an 'unfortunate solution' to the problem of overpopulation. Sadly, the panic proved that a majority of people were, indeed, insane.

Jin himself was currently searching around a broken house on the far edge of the place. Jin didn't consider it theft as much as simply scavenging resources. He really didn't need much for food: Medical supplies for Percival, for healing injuries out in the field, THAT would be useful. A Knife or a Hatchet could also be useful. Scrap metal, wires, electronics...Anything, really. He got back to his work in searching, done from his small break. He wasn't going to search anywhere else: One house would do, considering that he didn't want to anger the inhabitants and he'd rather get going before the sun set. He didn't plan on completely abandoning Fallarbor town, though, unless something bad happened to it while he was gone. Either way, he was leaving for now.

Percival was leaning on the only wall standing in the house, watching Jin work, and keeping an eye out for any threats to his master. A recently-obtained master, yes, but his master nonetheless. Gallade and Gardevoir were nothing if not loyal to the bitter end. He was a laid-back and happy-go-lucky Gallade, but a Gallade all the same.