NOT FUNNY (erika & raina)

[ELIJAH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 388; ♙tags: erika & raina; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate Hey, this is Drop, picking up a plant at the dog pound now, don't call back or I'll stab you. Again. Love you~ That was all he had to work with. A cruddy little message. Elijah lay hunched on the couch of the rather cozy apartment, which was just another way of saying it was a small thing. It was a simple two bedroom apartment, complete with their own bathrooom, a small kitchen, and a bit of living space connected to the kitchen which included a couch, television, and a small table. The place looked clean enough, at least the dishes were piled neatly enough, and there wasn't any litter on the floor. There were only a few things that were left out in the open, most kept in the rooms, as per Elijah's preference. A digital SLR camera seemed out of place, the only thing that didn't seem to fit the plainness of the place. It currently settled on the small table, lens cap sitting next to it. The camera had been the object that had been distracting the blond, for over an hour or so, as he had fiddled around with it. But for now, it was forgotten from his mind. He just knew he shouldn't have trusted Drop when she had said that she was going out. He knew he should have pressed for more details, but he had his own worries at that time, and let the girl slide for now. And then all of sudden this message was telling him she had gone to the dog pound?! For the plant no less. He growled in frustration as he clenched his fist and pressed his face into them, gritting his teeth. So fucking stupid. Having stayed home most of the day, he was dressed in little more than a simple sleeveless shirt that exposed his lean arms, and shorts, showing off much of his pale skin. He finally breathed out, bringing up his head to rest on the head of the couch. He had received the voice mail quite a while now, and the initial anger had been replaced worry for her. What did he care for this plant, who was the reason for Drop's current situation. He could only wish that she would get what was coming for her and leave them be. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: hope its good enough ><;

[RAINA]

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[bg=d3d3d3][atrb=style,padding: 20px;] RAINA / DROP MARS This was quite a lovely night on the town. A little break-in, a little murder, getting some new friends...she even managed to get dinner for once. Raina has log since wrestled herself out of her Drop persona, yet she knew full well of her other's deeds. A means to a goal, if any, and one she came to accept a long time ago. The truck came to a full stop at a musty old alley, snuggled right next to the building she came to call home. A wiggling of the doorknob (and the slip of a credit card from one of the guards of the jail), and in came Raina, with Erika over her shoulder and bunches of pizza boxes under the other. She'll have to be as quiet as possible, lest she wakes Elijah. Dropping Erika over the couch, Raina flipped on the TV, going straight to the news report of the soon-to-be-infamous Kanto prison massacre. Along the way, Raina came to buy some new clothes for herself and Erika. Granted, the were cheap hipster apparel, but it would have to do. The poor girl would likely be poor and alone, and having the same feudal Japan get-up would only bring dullness and suspicion. If the woman was to change herself, she would need to get rid of the more obvious details. She laid her head onto Erika's legs as she watched on, as they began to now show the edited videos of Erika. It seemed that the ex-gym leader will be taking the fall for Drop, after all. A sigh left the woman's mouth as she took a bite out of her first slice. "Hey, new friend. We're on TV.", she softly said to Erika, nuzzling the unconscious girl as she watched on...

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[ERIKA]

[atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] so you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk? apartment - 304 words - tag: elijah & raina

[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] The first sign she was conscious was a splitting pain in the back of her head. It was more than a headache - it was, frankly, like she had been hit on the head with a hard, metal object. Which, coincidentally, she had. Her eyes fluttered open, trying to collect her thoughts and remember just what had happened. The newswoman on the TV jogged her memories nicely. "These videos show what seems to be the ex-Celadon gym leader and spy Erika Watanabe fighting her way out of the prison, killing hundreds of men. Watanabe is at large right now, with search groups looking for her throughout the regions. If you see her, please call..." It wasn't me, she thought feebly. Not like that mattered. If they said it was her, it was. She had to take a fall for other Team Ultimatum members, if she actually wanted to help at all. That said, it quickly came to her attention that she was somewhere now - somewhere with a TV, and she could feel someone nuzzling her legs. When had she passed out? She couldn't remember that much, but her head sure hurt. Erika sat up and looked around the room. Her eyes avoided the TV, but took in everything else. She... was in an apartment of some type, and Drop was resting her head on her legs. So this was her place... no sight of her "friend," though. A hand went to her head, trying to ease the pain and sudden vertigo. "When...?" she mumbled, unsure what she was asking exactly. A million questions ran through her head, but none of them could be articulated easily in this state. Instead, she continued to scan the room, hoping she'd find some answers to any of them somewhere on the walls. The search was not fruitful.

[ELIJAH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 398; ♙tags: erika & raina; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate How long had it been since he had fallen asleep? Hours, minutes, seconds? He wasn't all too sure. What he was sure of was that he had gotten a rude awakening. He hadn't even heard the door click open, or the television flickering to life, but he did feel it when a body was dropped on top of him, jolting him awake. He could've jumped ten feet right then and there, if were not for the body resting against his. Instead, his hand instinctively plunged into his shorts pocket, and pulled out a switchblade, sharp metal already revealed, pointing it at Erika. He took sharp breaths, the sound of blood pounding in his ears deafening before the initial shock began to subside. Right right, he was at home. And there was a stranger in his home. At that thought he jumped off the couch himself, shoving away Erika as he did. He still held the knife in his hand, but no longer pointed it to the former gym leader, instead, he kept his grip on it. Confused, he glared at the Drop, who was looking rather comfortable next to Erika. Well good for you, were his furious thoughts. He closed his eyes, and ran a free hand over his face, gritting his teeth as he seethed and looked around for something to calm him down. His eyes found the television, but it only worsened his mood as images of dead bodies and the suspects were flashed on the screen. A massacre was showing, and the world was watching it. "So, you going to tell me why the fuck did you even attempt to do something this stupid?" He managed to growl out, taking a step towards Drop, eyes glowering. "You going to tell me why you did something so idiotically risky, just to bring her here?" It was starting to become a mystery even to himself why he wasn't just shouting his head off already. Perhaps it was for the fact that there was a guest in their midst, either way, he was starting to lose what semblance of control he had over his own emotions. The temptation to just storm off was growing, but like hell was he going to leave Drop with an alleged traitor at the moment. "And YOU!" He growled out, pointing the knife back at Erika. "You just had to get yourself caught." just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: w00t;

[RAINA]

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[bg=d3d3d3][atrb=style,padding: 20px;] RAINA / DROP MARS Raina was enjoying herself rather well, watching Drop's plans come altogether and without a hitch. She found faults within her other half for many reasons, but when she pulls plans, she does them well. If only I could apply that kind of success in myself... A few whimpers from earshot and rumbling from earshot was all it took for the white-haired reporter to turn her head at the now awake Elijah, pointing his moronic children's toy around like a dork. "Come now, Elijah. What did we say about temper?" Indeed Raina was cool, collected, and frail. A far cry from the murderous agent of Team Ultimatum, yet she never minded the lack of similarity. A she cared for in the world were her friends, and her duties as the head of the popular underground news blog of the five regions. Elijah's tempter is only but an annoyance. Raina slowly got up and grabbed onto a fresh box of pizza from the stack, and walked ever closer to the scene of lunacy. "Please, we have a guest here." Raina began to say as she grabbed yet another pizza pie before running back. "S-sorry, clumsy me!", she finished with a giggle. She quickly offered the two boxes to Erika and Elijah with a faint smile. The usual pepperoni for the golden boy, and pineapple for her dearest Hippy. "Come now, we must be merry and welcoming to our new addition. Besides..." she softly said, gazing back at Elijah and deepening her tone. "Drop is very much asleep, and she wouldn't wish to be awakened by such rudeness. You, of all people, know how cranky she can be..."

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[ERIKA]

[atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] so you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk? apartment - 352 words - tag: elijah & raina

[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] It was just about the time that Erika realized she was on someone's lap that she was thrown onto the floor. A half-naked man was standing before her, pointing a knife at her. Somehow, she got the feeling this was Drop's roommate, and he didn't seem to like her too much. Just a feeling. The strange man continued to yell at the two of them in turn. First at Raina, then at her - she didn't even know the man's name, but he already seemed to know who she was and what she done. It was... uncomfortable to say the least. Of course, confrontation had never been Erika's thing. The most freaking out she had heard was from occasional irate gym challengers, sore losers and the sort. The man before her was a completely different case. When her question came up, she had a million things to say. I was caught by one of my best friends, the champion of Hoenn. You think I wanted to get caught? It got me in prison and ultimately drove me insane. But of course, Erika was polite, so all she said was, "I didn't mean to." Drop seemed very calm now, trying to tame the wild man before her. She passed out pizza to the two of them - pineapple covered hers, and she wondered if they assumed Erika was vegetarian. (How was it any better to eat plants? She had always wondered.) "Thank you," she said quietly, taking a hesitant bite of the pizza. It sounded like the best idea at this point was to let the two of them fight it out on their own. As an interloper, she wasn't much use in the argument, even if it was over her in the first place. One point about it intrigued her though. "Drop is very much asleep." But Drop had been the name that the young woman had introduced herself with -- it seemed something was up, but Erika wasn't stupid enough to ask. Instead, she stayed silent and ate her food - not that Erika ever needed a reason to stay silent.

[ELIJAH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 354; ♙tags: erika & raina; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate "Oh right, sorry, what was I thinking?~ My temper's always been a problem ~" He smiled sweetly, the contrast between his tone just a moment ago from now was like ice and fire. But then his features dropped completely, glowering once more. It wasn't often that he got angry, for most part, he was able to bottle up that little emotion and keep it corked down, channeling it into different means... Like if he were to try and beat someone into a bloody pulp. Now that was a better outlet. He growled at Erika's answer. That wasn't much help was it? "You still haven't answered my question. Why did you bring her here?" He motioned his head towards Erika, tone notably calmer but his body still tense. "I don't think I'd believe it if it was Drop who wanted to keep her alive." He looked at Erika with a scrutinizing gaze. It wasn't hard to know who this girl was. What with her signature kimono, though somewhat ruined with all the blood, and her perfectly cut hair. Although there was a haggard look about her, probably from the shock of being brought to a place she didn't exactly know where. He sighed, taking the pizza box offered, and peeking into its contents. Satisfied, he glanced over the rest of whatever else was brought, eyes instantly narrowing. A set of different clothes lay on the floor, none really Raina's style. He could come up with his conclusion easy enough. Instead of asking then there, he let it pass for the moment, taking a slice of pizza for himself before settling the box down. He glanced at the television again, now showing a number for people to call if they had a clue as to the whereabouts of the former gym leader. He shook his head and looked at Erika, anger absent, but gaze still cold. "Would you liike to take a bath first? Then I can tend to your wounds, if you have any..." He quickly set off into his room, grabbing a couple of towels before returning and setting them onto the table. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: w00t;

[RAINA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][bg=0e0e0e][atrb=style,padding: 40px 0px 10px 0px; height: 240px;][atrb=vAlign,bottom] 275 WORDS -MEEP- TAGGED ERIKA • ELIJAH • OPEN o3o NOT FUNNY

[bg=d3d3d3][atrb=style,padding: 20px;] RAINA / DROP MARS Raina sighed deeply, making the assumption that Elijah was finally calmed and wanted to help around with things. Good, she didn't really want to wake Drop at a time like this. After all, Raina body was a little sore as it was. Taking another slice, she looked about as Elijah went about his business, finally looking onto the new clothes she brought along. "New stuff for our new friend. Wouldn't want her running around with her usual kimono with the police running about, yes?" she softly said, taking another bite. Even she started to question a bit as to why Drop really wanted Erika for. She never really cared much for friendship, nor did she really care for anyone other than Elijah, for that matter. Why now? Why take the opportunity under such odd circumstances? Odd, indeed. Nonetheless, it was nice to have a new face around the place, and a cute and attractive one at that. It would be enough to make one blush, yet Raina wouldn't dare to show too much in front of Elijah. In times like these, there wasn't too much time for love. "Um, where are you manners, even?" she came to say to the kimono girl as she scratched his head. "Raina. Raina Mars, at your service." he finished off with a bow. "Yes, she could really use to get rid of the blood stench, it's getting all over the house.", she said, now staring to sort out Erika's new apparel at a nearby table. Drop was many things, but she was quite random when choosing clothes. "In the meantime, we should try and prepare things for our new friend's stay with us..."

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[ERIKA]

[atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] so you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk? apartment - 329 words - tag: elijah & raina

[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] Erika was quite glad to see the other man calm down, if only marginally - she felt her muscles relax slightly, not that they were of any use clenched. That didn't erase the feeling that she wasn't exactly welcome here. Maybe because he was still viewing her with cold eyes. That was usually a sign. Only now did she notice the clothes - none of them looked remotely her style, but she'd have to get used to them. Swallowing her food, she smiled slightly. Drop was being incredibly polite to her, considering the orders had been to kill her. She was incredibly grateful. "Thank you," she said, nodding her head in a makeshift bow. But then came a reintroduction, with another name - not the same one she had heard last night, she was sure of that. It's none of my business, but I'm pretty sure I'll find out the difference between the two eventually. she thought. "I'm E--... well-- " she fumbled. They all already knew who she was, and she would be in hiding soon, with another name. It was just really hard to break the mannerly pattern she had been raised with. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She didn't think she'd get the man's name anytime soon, so she let that lie. Nothing sounded quite so good to Erika at the moment as a nice bath. She had ended up covered in blood, even without participating much in the massacre. Even her own mouth tasted like it, from the bleeding on her lip. Besides, she felt like too much of an intruder at the moment - the two of them needed to work out her existence first. Hopefully, they would do so peacefully and not decide she was better off dead. "I'll go take one, then. Thank you again for your hospitality," she said, standing up. She took the towels and a pair of clothes and managed to find her way to the bathroom.

[ELIJAH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 333; ♙tags: erika & raina; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate "You can call me Ric for now." He huffed out while he placed the towels. It wasn't an all out lie about his name, but he was rarely called that at all. In all honesty, no, he did not trust Erika. There were no reasons for him to even think she wasn't the least bit suspicious. Sure, she looked relatively harmless, what with her seemingly blank features, and the polite manner of which she held herself but... The urge to shove her out the door hadn't quite left yet. He followed her with his eyes as she went to the bathroom. He sighed, walked closer to Raina, a embraced her, his chin resting by her shoulder. "I was so worried, y'know that?" He whispered, before finally breaking the hug, his hands moving to her shoulder. His features were contorted in worry and confusion. Still wearing the frown, he glanced at the clothes again and let out a shaky sigh. "So she's staying with us, huh? You know that I don't think that's a good idea... But not like either of you will listen to me anyway." He added smiling a bit, before frowning once more. "You do know that... If we do keep her here... Then we're both in danger, from both sides who want her. Ultimatum's going to send someone to find her, and I'm betting the league'll be doing the same." He released her, scratching the back of his head as his thoughts wandered back to Erika. He didn't know much about her, she was a gym leader, and seemed pretty quiet for someone who had probably just witnessed several murders over the past few hours. Well, the blond thought that as a good thing, he didn't need to take care of another mentally instable person as it was. "She can take my bed for the night." He said with finality. "So if you've been thinking that she's gonna sleep with you, then forget it. I'll take the couch instead." just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: w00t;

[RAINA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][bg=0e0e0e][atrb=style,padding: 40px 0px 10px 0px; height: 240px;][atrb=vAlign,bottom] 352 WORDS -MEEP- TAGGED ERIKA • ELIJAH • OPEN WOOT! NOT FUNNY

[bg=d3d3d3][atrb=style,padding: 20px;] RAINA / DROP MARS Raina came to raise an eyebrow and giggle a bit as Elijah introduced himself. Ric? Of all the random names of the world, heck, even Elijah wasn't bad, and he came to choose that stupid name again? Indeed, she hadn't that lame name since he and herself tried to smuggle themselves into Orre while hunting down a rogue member of Team Ultimatum. Granted, the poor girl ended up with her clothes gone and her only means of clothing was a makeshift bikini of live Ditto, while Elijah was wearing a sombrero and-Oh, there I go, reminiscing of past missions again. Teehee. Raina sighed as she watched Erika leave for her bath, waving goodbye. Granted, she was a little tempted to follow her, but she was a little too tired to do much, so she decided to attend to her late night cartoons with a smile and a sing-song humming, only to be stopped by Elijah sudden embrace. He was right of one thing...she did worried her dear friend, and she never honestly wished ill on him. "Sorry." was the only word she could muster, as she came to hug him back. They softly discussed of Erika, and so it all boiled down to her own thoughts. "She'll be fine. She needed some comfort, and Drop and I came to take her under our wing. Maybe she'll be my lovely co-reporter..." she began to say, her tone slowly dropping and her tongue softly playing at her lips. "Maybe she'll be my apprentice. Besides, if anyone would come to harm her, they'll surely answer to me." Yes, it was quite a while since Drop and Raina came to find something exciting in their lives, and there going to stick with it until she was bored and sick of it. Yesss... Yet, before she came to think even further, Elijah denied her means to spend time with Erika for the night...and she was wanting a little girl-to-girl talk, too. "D'aww. Meanie." she softly said to Elijah as she plopped back on the couch and flipped to her favorite sugar coated programming. "I get her next night. Called it."

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[ERIKA]

[atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] so you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk? apartment - 465 words - tag: elijah & raina

[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] Erika closed the door and leaned on it, taking a deep breath. She had been surrounded by people for at least 11 days, without proper alone time. Sure, there were plenty of times in the prison where she wasn't directly around people, but she knew she was being watched at all times. Even in the bathroom. Especially in the bathroom. Feeling a little more comfortable, the young woman attended to the first order of business - letting Daisy out. The grass Pokemon ran to her trainer as soon as she hit the ground, nuzzling against her leg and whining softly. Erika dropped to her knees to give the frightened Bellossom a hug and kiss, comforting her. "It's okay, we're safe." she whispered. She stood back up to strip herself of her blood-stained clothing. Voices could be heard through the door. "If we do keep her here... Then we're both in danger." That much was already obvious to her - she had as much idea as this "Ric" man as to why this Raina/Drop person didn't kill her as ordered. Shamelessly eavesdropping, she strained her ears to hear Raina's side of the conversation. "She needed some comfort, and Drop and I came to take her under our wing..." That part... the words sounded sweet enough, but there was something about the tone she used that made Erika wonder if she was really safe at all. The last line dipped just below under her perception, leaving her wonder what else was said between the two. "Bell?" Daisy said, tugging worriedly at her friend's bloody and tattered clothing. The ex-leader smiled at her Pokemon, remembering that she did actually need to get clean - besides, it was terribly rude to eavesdrop. (If you got caught, anyway.) She finished stripping out of her clothes and entered the shower with her Pokemon, scrubbing off the blood. The sheer amount of it made her want to vomit, but she didn't for her Pokemon's sake. The poor thing was enjoying the artificial rainstorm the way she always had real ones - sitting down in it with her eyes in a far-off place. The only difference was how close she sat to her trainer. When clean, she dried herself off quickly before changing into her new clothes. The person she saw in the mirror was strange. The clothes were about the right size, but they made her look and feel like a totally different person. A hairtie, she thought idly, running her fingers through her short hair. It was just long enough for a short ponytail, but examination of her kimono pockets found nothing but some (now-ruined) candy and a very crushed small flower. Shrugging, she threw the towel over her head, and walked out of the bathroom with Daisy in her arms.

[ELIJAH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 426; ♙tags: erika & raina; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate "I know you will, that's what I'm worried about." He sighed as Raina mentioned her plan if anyone were to try and do anything to Erika. He still didn't get it. Either Raina, or perhaps Drop, had known Erika before, or she was just trying to act tough, for the sake of friendship. "There are a lot of people who, like you, don't mind slashing at people who get in their way." He mumbled out, still frowning and staring at the floor. Was it wrong for him to worry over Raina? Was it wrong for him to be expecting a group of murderers in front of their doorstep? Or was that just his paranoia acting up again. "No, you are not sleeping with her." He hissed out, crossing his arms over his chest. Was it him, or did that sound dirtier than he had intended? He turned his head as he heard the bathroom door open and then close. He blinked as looked over Erika. Well now, she looked... Different. It was startling how much a change of clothes now made her look. Gone was the japanese flower kimono, she even looked... Normal, like any civilian who walked the streets at this very moment, well, except that it was too late at night for a stroll. His coffee eyes flitted at the Bellosom, frowning slightly. She had a pokemon with her? He thought, confused. Well, that made no sense. It was standard pokemon to not let prisoners have pokemon, let alone their own pokemon. "You've had that Bellosom with you this whole time? Do you have any other pokemon with you" He decided to ask. He left the question 'Why didn't you try and escape?' alone. He could guess the gist of it. There were probably a number of guards keeping her company in that jail, and she had probably doubted her own plans of escaping the place. He scoffed, moving one hand to his hip while dropping the other. "I think you've guessed this but you're not allowed to leave the apartment unless one of us is with you. If there's anything you need, you can just tell us, and we'll do our best to get it for you. It's for all of our safety, understand?" Even as he spoke, he could already tell that this was almost the same as being in jail. The lack of freedom of it all. But no, he wasn't going to be guilty over this. It was a necessary condition. He liked his life. Thank you very much. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: w00t;

[RAINA]

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[bg=d3d3d3][atrb=style,padding: 20px;] RAINA / DROP MARS "Oh Elijah, still worried of Drop's blood lust, I see." Drop said as she heard of his own protests. "We've been over this. Drop has her reasons...to kill, to fight, to fulfill her duty. Maybe she sees something in Erika that even she's not telling me." she continued as he softy checked her forehead. She came to hear the bathroom door open, and lo and behold, Erika stood before them again, her body featured prominently with the moist steam of the past shower surrounding her. Perhaps, Raina was starting to see the gist of Drop's interest in her. Elijah's last hiss came to strike a bit of a nerve in her, however. At this rate, it would seem that her friends wouldn't wish to see her have any fun with the poor ex-gym leader. A pity, as she was oh so attractive in that one outfit. Who knew that her other half had such a taste? Then again, he gets easily distracted by fresh wounds... Still calling next night. His own sudden laying of the ground rules towards Erika made this even more irritating. First scolding, now dictatorship. Is Elijah honesty wishing to go through this? "Enough. Now." she suddenly said, her voice edging ever closer to Drop's. "Erika shall not be a prisoner here. She has her new life to sort out, and if anyone's going to set any rules for her, it will be me." he went on as she came over and closed onto Erika's side. "Erika has her free will, and I'm sure she wouldn't abuse it to endanger herself. Or us, for that matter." she quickly turned and gave a wink to the newborn girl. "Isn't that right, Erika-kun?" A crack of the neck, and a yawn afterwards, and Raina now came to stare back at Elijah, with an oddly knowing smile. "I have my pet...and you have yours."

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[ERIKA]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/s3lhtd.png); border:1px dashed;][atrb=border,0,true] Erika looked down at the floor, shuffling awkwardly. They were both looking at her, and it felt incredibly weird. Daisy glared at the two Team Ultimatum members. Something about them made her worry for her trainer's safety - but of course, she would do nothing if not commanded. The ex-leader laid a hand on her Pokemon's head as "Ric" mentioned her. "Steven let me keep her. We were friends." The emphasis fell ever-so-slightly on the were. "All my others are in a vault somewhere, but Daisy can hold her own." The rules presented to her by Elijah made sense, and she had no problems with them - after all, there were windows in this place, even if they were in a city. She could probably go out with Raina or something to buy a plant or two - surely, no one would mind. Erika had become very good at picking up dirt. But before she could softly agree, Raina spoke up and walked over beside her, telling "Ric" off. As she grew closer, she could tell the slight tone in her voice was similar to last night. It was more... dangerous than the one she had heard out of the small girl today. "I'll be incredibly careful. Don't worry." Erika said quietly. She would find some alone time and silence somehow... once she had a better fake identity. Somehow, she was scared to know what Drop's rules would be. This was only furthered by her last words. "I have my pet...and you have yours." Erika fought to keep the blush off her face. She knew no one would believe it, but her manners had taught her to pretend nothing had happened, even as her head reeled. What does *that* mean...? Did she save me because...? She trailed off, even in her mind.