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Aug 24 2017, 05:56 PM
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<h1>This is my fight song</h1>
<div class="liv-head-details">Like a small boat
On the ocean,
Sending <b>big waves</b>
Into motion.
Like how a single word
Can make a <b>heart</b> open.
I might only have one match,
But I can make an <b>explosion</b>.
And all those things I didn't say
Wrecking balls inside my brain.
I will <b>scream</b> them loud tonight.
Can you hear my voice this time?</div>
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She woke up with a start. Eyes fluttered open. A short gasp escaped her throat, loud and abrupt in the quiet of the room. The world swam before her, two images layered on top of each other. First, she could not grasp, disappearing before she could blink. Then the other, coming into focus, brown wood and wood floors and a desk with a vase filled with yellow flowers.<br><br>

She had been dreaming --<br><br>

<i>She had been dreaming --</i><br><br>

...about what?<br><br>

The images faded as soon as they had come. What had seemed so distinct and real crumbled within her fingers. She grasped at it, unwilling to let it leave, but like snowflakes melting on the warmth of her skin, it was gone. Another gasp. Sad, like a hole through her heart.<br><br>

A creak. The door cracked opened. A yellow rotund face with beady black eyes peered at her.<br><br>

<b>"You,"</b> she growled, remembering.<br><br>

The face disappeared. The door closed. Muffled claws on floor scrabbled away.<br><br>

<b>"You,"</b> she repeated, louder. Sore muscles screamed as she launched herself out of bed. She burst out the door, a growl rising on her lips.<br><br>

The hallway was short. On her right, a dead end with two closed doors. To her left, it opened up to a small kitchen and living space. A square dark brown table sat in the corner, a chair on each side. Another vase sat atop it, the same yellow flowers bursting out of it. The yellow thing was huddled beneath the table, staring at her with wide eyes.<br><br>

<b>"You,"</b> she said for a third time. A finger pointed at the creature as she advanced on it.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Drowzee,"</b> came a voice, soft and melodic.<br><br>

Her gaze few up, momentarily distracted from her target. A woman, in her mid-thirties, stared back at her with hazel eyes. She was behind the kitchen counter, closing the door to another room. She moved towards Liv and the thing, a steaming mug in her hands.<br><br>

<b>"What?"</b><br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Drowzee. That's a drowzee. Like, hmmm, different types of plants. Grass, maple, pine, daffodils,"</b> she explained patiently. She had set her mug down and was counting off her fingers. At the last word, she gestured towards the flowers on the table. <b style="color: inherit">"Pokemon come in many different types too."</b><br><br>

<b>"I don't give a shit. You and fatass will work fine,"</b> Liv retorted.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Him. The drowzee is a him. And don't call him fatass. Look at how skinny the poor creature is. They don't live around Ashfield. It's a wonder he even made it to you."</b> the woman give her a reprimanding look. She sat and fished for something out of her pocket of her pants. The drowzee climbed up on another chair and stared at the woman.<br><br>

Liv scowled at her. <b>"You don't get any say in what --"</b><br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Are you hungry? You've been asleep for almost an entire day. There's leftovers sitting on the counter,"</b> the woman interrupted her. She found the thing she'd been looking for, a small piece of a dried purple berry, and offered it to the drowzee. Taking it, he greedily stuffed it in his mouth, pausing in the middle of chewing to smile sheepishly at her and bow his head. The woman chuckled and returned the smile.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"No need for you to be polite, you poor little thing,"</b> she said, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. She fixed Liv a stare. <b>"As for this one though..."</b><br><br>

Now that the woman had mentioned it, she <i>was</i> hungry. Her stomach gnawed at her demandingly. She was tempted to refuse the food -- how dare this woman boss her around -- but self-preservation was more important. She didn't have any idea on where she could find food -- or anything really. Swallowing her pride, she walked over to the aforementioned plate and lifted the napkin covering it.<br><br>

Three strips of bacon, crisp and a little black at the edges. Scrambled eggs with salt and pepper. Potato hash with peppers and sausage and onion. It was cold, but it looked amazing. God, she didn't realize how hungry she had been.<br><br>

Reaching out with a finger, she snagged a piece of bacon between her fingers.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Nu-uh-uh,"</b> the woman tsked. <b style="color: inherit">"Get some utensils from the drawer just below you and bring it over here to eat."</b><br><br>

Who cared what the woman wanted. Liv brought the bacon to her lips. <b style="color: inherit">"Don't make me come over there,"</b> she warned.<br><br>

Fine. A hand roughly jerked the drawer open, a fork was fished out, and she carted over her newly found treasure. The drawer hung open behind her. The woman sighed but made no comment as Liv dug into her food.<br><br>

The woman watched Liv eat for a few moments of silence, eyes curiously watching the girl shove food into her mouth like she'd never eaten before. <b style="color: inherit">"I'm Marigold,"</b> she said finally. Liv's plate half-demolished. <b style="color: inherit">"You can call me Marie though. What's your name?"</b><br><br>

She sucked on a finger, savoring the spices. She met the woman's gaze square in the eye, but made no attempt to answer Marie's question.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Hey, hun,"</b> warned Marigold. Her eyes narrowed at Liv, a finger drumming against the table. The drowzee sat back in his seat and seemed to shrink, not wanting any part of this. <b style="color: inherit">"You are in <i>my</i> house, eating <i>my</i> food. You <i>will</i> answer my questions."</b><br><br>

<b>"Liv,"</b> she said, through a mouthful of food.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">""Swallow."</b><br><br>

She took her time chewing, narrowed eyes on Marigold the entire time. <b>"Liv,"</b> she repeated after swallowing.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"So you remember your name,"</b> she said with a sigh. <b style="color: inherit">"Many of the other immigrants don't."</b><br><br>

The information didn't interest Liv. She kept eating. The bacon and eggs were all gone now. Only a few more mouthfuls of hash remained.<br><br>

Marigold gave a long sigh. She watched Liv finish the food and push the plate away before turning her attention to the drowzee again. Another dried berry was offered to the creature. He bowed his head towards the woman before taking it gingerly in his hands and munched on it gratefully. <b style="color: inherit">"Well, Liv, your stuff is just there, on that chair,"</b> she gestured to the chair to Liv's left. Her leather jacket hung neatly from its back. A small, plump leather pouch leaned against it. Let me know if you have any questions."</b><br><br>

Instead of questions though, Liv turned towards the drowzee. <b>"Get up, fatass. We've got things to do."</b><br><br>

She stood. The chair scraped noisely behind her as she turned towards the door as she snatched up her stuff.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Where are you going?"</b> Marigold asked.<br><br>

<b>"None of your business,"</b> snapped Liv, and before Marigold could finish her next sentence, Liv was out the door.<br><br>

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The air was hot and muggy outside. The heat from the sun was oppresive as it shone down on Liv, and a sheen of sweat was already building on her exposed skin. Liv hated it immediately, glancing at the sky to glare at it, as if that would cool down the day. Shading her eyes with one hand, she surveyed the town, scowling at the wooden buildings. Everything felt wrong, different, but no matter what she did, she couldn't figure out why. It was like ramming her head against a wall over and over and over again.<br><br>

Moments after she left, the door creaked open again. The small drowzee timidly shuffled out to stand behind her. Liv stared down at him.<br><br>

<b>"I'm teaching you how to fight today,"</b> she declared.<br><br>

Then she turned towards the forest surrounding the village, the drowzee trailing behind her.<br><br>

It was cooler in the forest, but not by much. The humidity lingered like a curse, refusing to leave her alone. The drowzee did his best to keep up, short legs stumbling aroundroots and branches, but no matter what Liv did, even if she walked out of sight, he always knew how to find her.<br><br>

She stopped in a small clearing. Beams of light filtered through the leavea above, illuminating a small stream that trickled cheerfully. She turned towards the drowzee and bent down, curling a hand into a fist.<br><br>

The drowzee closed his eyes and shuddered. His hands went out, fingers forming a diamond, and once more, the translucent sheen of the barrier appeared.<br><br>

<b>"No, you fatass. I'm not beating you up. Not today."</b> she growled. A hand went out to shove him roughly, sending him sprawling onto the ground. <b>"Fight. <i>Fight</i> me."</b>


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<div class="liv-head-details">Like a small boat
On the ocean,
Sending <b>big waves</b>
Into motion.
Like how a single word
Can make a <b>heart</b> open.
I might only have one match,
But I can make an <b>explosion</b>.
And all those things I didn't say
Wrecking balls inside my brain.
I will <b>scream</b> them loud tonight.
Can you hear my voice this time?</div>
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The void spat her out as if she was repulsive. The hard ground was unforgiving, and she landed on her back, the impact making the breath rush out of her. Ash puffed out from the impact, staining her skin black as it fell on top of her. Coughing and gasping, she immediately rolled onto her stomach and hoisted herself up to her feet with a groan. Pain radiated from her spine, and she winced, leaning against a pillar for support. The mirage of the tunnel lingered, the dark red gloom and stale air pressing against her one more time before it let go. Now the bright afternoon sun blinded her, beating against her, hot and uncomfortable, and the air was suffocating with humidity and the scent of plants and dirt. Disoriented from being ejected through the portal, the world swam before her and she wavered.<br><br>

A woman with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail appeared by her side, as if by magic. Warm hands stabilized her, and wide, innocent hazel eyes peered up at her face with concern. Her mouth parted. <b style="color: inherit">"Are you--"</b><br><br>

She recoiled from the touch. Jerking her arm away, she stumbled away from the female as if stung. The tenderness and care in her voice was almost repulsive to her. When had anyone -- anyone? Who? <i>What?</i><br><br>

She paused puzzled, face contorting from hatred to confusion.<br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"You're okay,"</b> reassured the kind voice again, rushing to her side. A hand rubbed her back. The action clearly intended to be soothing, but it scorched instead. <b style="color: inherit">"You've just arrived. Think of yourself as a newborn babe again. Your memories are gone. You must learn everything again."</b><br><br>

What was she talking about? She knew, deep down, but she did not want to admit. Her mind --<br><br>

<b>"No,"</b> she growled and backed away. Green eyes watched warily, flickering around to observe her surroundings. A lush forest was behind her, a wooden city before. Where was she?<br><br>

The hand reached for her again.<br><br>

<b>"Stay away from me,"</b> she snarled in warning. Her own hand darted out, slapping the stranger's away when it did not stop. She stepped back again, shadows suddenly cool against her skin after the heat of the sun above. The forest loomed, almost welcoming. The woman took another step forwards, hands out with palms up, a gesture of kindness, Liv could tell. She did not want kindness. It was enough for her to flee into the tangle of trees. She glanced back once to make sure the female wasn't pursuing her. No. That was good.<br><br>

The shade of the forest and the steady pace of her steps calmed her a little until the woman's words rose unbidden in her brain.<br><br>

<i>Your memories are gone</i>. The phrase dripped with pity and sympathy. It grated on her the wrong way. She...she...<br><br>

She didn't know. She didn't know anything.<br><br>

<i>Your memories are gone</i>. The words haunted her, echoed inside her, ate at her.<br><br>

Even the darkness that had wormed its way into the deepest crevices of her mind was slipping away, like dew evaporating in the morning sun. The tunnel, the eyes, the paths...they were all disappearing. It was her only memory so she clung to it, as hard as she could, replaying it in her mind but there was nothing to cling to. Like air, it evaded her grasp, and then she forgot that too. Panic and anxiety bloomed from within her. Her pace increased as her mind unraveled.<br><br>

Something bounced around her neck as she walked. Liv growled and paused to pull it out. A cheap silver chain weighted down by a thin rounded rectangular piece of metal dangled between her fingers. One corner was chipped, jagged enough to cut if she wasn't careful. On one of the faces, in large capital block letters, was engraved the words, 'LIV'. She repeated it aloud. Short and sharp.<br><br>

Her name. It sounded right. <br><br>

That calmed her down. Then rough, calloused fingers flipped the metal around. On the other side, 'THE GANG'.<br><br>

A deep loneliness exploded from within her. Her throat closed up, and she choked on tears. She had lost...everything. What exactly, she didn't know, her brain refused to answer, but she knew, like how babies knew how to suckle and nurse or prey knew when to run. Liv collapsed at the foot of a wide tree trunk, one hand grasping at it like it was a buoy and she was drowning. She knew nothing. About herself, about her world, about anything. A clean blank slate.<br><br>

<i>You must learn everything again</i>. Why her? What did she do to deserve this? All she wanted...all she wanted. She didn't know. She could almost taste it on the tip of her tongue. She wished she could punch her own brain. It was better than this. Her eyes smarted, and she fought against, trying to blink back tears. But it only made them come faster, their cool paths trailing down her cheeks.<br><br>

She was helpless. <i>Think of yourself as a newborn babe</i>. She hated being helpless. That much she could feel in her gut. Loneliness engulfed her, strangled her. She wiped ferociously at the tears on her cheeks, and she glared at a tree in front of her. But soon, the strength ebbed from her limbs, and Liv hugged her legs to her chest.<br><br>

She buried her face in her arms and cried.

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bravado [starter]<br>
▲▲ +1 drowzee<br>
▲▲ +2 pokeballs<br>
▲▲ +1 potion<br>
▲▲ +1 cheri berry<br>
▲▲ +1 occa berry<br>
▲▲ +1 roseli berry<br>
▲▲ +1 pokedex<br>
▼▼ - memories<br>
▼▼ - friends<br>
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BLACK AT THE EDGES [adventure]<br>
▲▲ +100 tokens <br>
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FIGHT ME [adventure/swarm]<br>
▲▲ ??? <br>
▼▼ ??? <br>


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The air around them was still with a silence that only lent itself when there were no living beings. First had been the pokemon, leaving in droves, sensing some foreign danger incoming. After, the inhabitants of their town had fled. To where, Liv did not know. In some ways, it was no different than before; it was still her and her friends against the world. She cared naught but for the safety of her friends, and here they all were, each one still safe and healthy. That was all that mattered.<br><br>

Her gang were crammed in their little shed, miraculously untouched by the destruction that raged around them. They were all uneasy, holding their breaths, waiting for the next calamity to fall. Would it be another earthquake this time? Tornado? Snow? Without electricity and access to the outside world, Liv could only grasp at straws about what the hell was happening.<br><br>

She stood suddenly, attracting the eyes of their group. <b>"Sitting here isn't going to do anything,"</b> she declared.<br><br>

Fletcher was lounging against the wall, on a rickety old futon they had set up three years ago. The mattress was bulging oddly in places from the abuse they had put it through. <b style="color: inherit">"And getting up will?"</b><br><br>

As if to emphasized his point, hail began to drum on the roof, a sharp ominous sound staccatoed by thunder. Fletch raised an eyebrow at her.<br><br>

If she had been in arm's reach of the man, she would have punched him. Thankfully, he -- and the rest of them -- knew better. <b>"Fine. You sit on your lazy ass. I'm going out. Nate, let's go."</b><br><br>

<b style="color: inherit">"Lucky me,"</b> snarked the Asian man. Nonetheless, he stood and followed her out the door.<br><br>

They pressed themselves against the wall of the shed and watched the hail for a moment. Liv swallowed as fear wormed through her stomach. It was an emotion she hated. She'd spent enough of her life being scared. Just not in the last few years. Why did this have to happen? Nathaniel gave her a questioning look.<br><br>

<b>"The grocery store,"</b> she decided after a long heartbeat, grabbing his hand. Her grip was tight and painful, demanding in a way only Liv knew how to do. Nate didn't complain, gripping back almost as hard. The contact was reassuring. The bit of the tension in her shoulders, that she hadn't even realized was there, melted. <b>"We need more food anyways."</b><br><br>

They dashed out into the storm, hand in hand, thunder rumbling too close for comfort. Their local grocery store had once been a center of activity. The owner had been a fat portly man with white whiskers and a boisterous laugh. As a child, he'd given her candy (though her brothers had stolen it right after). Now, the automatic front doors were broken, shards of glass scattered across the ground. The ivy that had plastered the brick of the store was destroyed in places, whithering in others.<br><br>

Nate gave a low whistled and spoke in a hushed murmur, as if being quiet would help avoid a new method of destruction, <b style="color: inherit">"It looks worse than before."</b><br><br>

<b>"Of course it does. When was the last time we visited? Three days ago. Think about all the shit that's happened,"</b> Liv snapped. She, in contrast, was loud, voice hard and sharp, as if daring the void to open up and swallow her whole.<br><br>

So it did.<br><br>

There was a shiver in the air. Nate reached forwards and so did she, but their hands grasped air, overlapping, like a video game. Her eyes were wide, and for once, they showed her terror. Then she was gone.<br><br>

She fell. It felt like a long time, but Liv could not tell. All around here there was blackness, but somehow, she could see. Though there was nothing to see.<br><br>

She landed. Confusion and fear ate at her, but she refused to let it consume her. She began to walk, her loud booming voice echoing Nate's name until it was not. Then there was no Nate, no gang, nothing, and her mind was as black as the world around her.

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<div class="simpappname">OLIVIAS ROSKE</div>

<div class="simpappinfo">TWENTY - FEMALE - BISEXUAL</div>

<div class="simpappdesc">Appearance</div>
Her short black hair is badly hand-cut, hanging around her face in ribbons like a mop. It reaches just under her chin. Most days, she does a quick pass with a brush, only bothering to pull out any tangles. Her bright green eyes are sharp and hard, always looking for a fight. There is a constant scowl on her face, her brows permanently furrowed, which Olivias never bothers to soften.<br><br>

Her body is lean and muscular from years of fighting on the streets and not getting enough food. Olivias is 5' 10" tall and weighs 132 lbs. Her skin remains pale and burns easily in the sun. She still swims and works out around three times a week, keeping her body more or less in shape. Her hands and feet are overly large, something Olivias used to be very self-conscious about as a young teen. She is right-handed. Olivias walks confidently, almost arrogantly, with her head held high and back straight as a rod. <br><br>

Olivias dresses in mostly dark clothes. She's always wearing her leather jacket which is usually coupled by black skinny jeans. For shirts, it's mainly crop tops or large graphic tees. She hates tight shirts. She prefers comfort over style when it comes to shoes, preferring sneakers over heels. When she was brought to Terrene, she was wearing a black cami under her signature leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a pair of stolen running shoes. She will beat up another individual for another leather jacket so stay away.<br><br>

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<div class="simpappdesc">Personality</div>
From first sight, Olivias is a blaze of confidence, bordering on arrogant. She's not afraid to voice her opinion, even if it means starting a fight, and she won't back down. She has no qualms about telling anybody 'no' or calling them out for whatever perceived insult. She is quick to anger upon any criticism. Her stubbornness and pride makes her dig her heels in even more deeply, even when all evidence says she's wrong. She hates being wrong or losing and holds long grudges against those who she thinks have slighted her.<br><br>

Rash and reckless, Olivias always jumps in head first, usually with a fist into somebody's face. She's not the brightest crayon in the box and is the type to think about the ramifications later, who never really learns their lession no matter how hard it's been pounded into her head. She is very immature and deals with conflict through violence and yelling.<br><br>

She is, however, very loyal and very generous to the few she considers friends. She'll jump in front of a bullet for them and do whatever she can to help them in times of need. Once you're her friend, you're a friend for life, whether you've talked yesterday or ten years ago.<br><br>


<div class="simpappdesc">History</div>

Peace was not a word that existed in Olivias' childhood. Her world was cramped, a slim slice of trailer, filled with the warm, sweaty bodies of her two older brothers, mother, and the frequent boyfriends. Her mother had only been twenty-six when Liv was born in the tiny dingy hospital in their backwater town, a small premature baby shuddering with meth addiction, squalling and squalling and squalling into the deep, winter night until her voice was hoarse.<br><br>

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It had always been difficult for Liv to sleep at night. In their tiny trailor home, she shared a room with her brothers and whilst she had her own bed, they had to share. Luka and Mattvey talked to themselves late into the night and her mother was not one to be quiet when her boyfriends were around. She was six and it had been one of the first days of first grade. For once, Liv fell into a restless sleep before midnight, a welcome respite to the chaos that existed around her.<br><br>

It hadn't been enough, that night, for her two older brothers to bully her during the day. Liv woke with a squeal, stinging pain writhing up her leg as her brothers' cruel fingers reached out to pinch skin. She kicked out in retaliation but Luka knew. He caught it, hands too tight around her ankle, and pulled. Then she was off the bed, head banging on the metal floor, stars floating in her eyes. Liv knew what was coming, even before her brain could catch up, and the tussle was on. Large hands reaching for hair and limbs and her own small ones lashing out. She managed a good hit across Mattvey's face, fist against cheek, but quickly, her tiny body was overpowered.<br><br>

The beds were theirs as they forced her out of the bedroom.<br><br>

Only when the door slammed in her face, did Olivias allow her eyes to fill with tears. She retreated to her mother's room, snotty and hiccuping, but drugged up and in the embrace of her lover's arms, she was slapped, red flaming across her cheek to add the bruises on her body. The rest of the night was sleepless on their lumpy kitchen couch.<br><br>

She never went to her mother again.<br><br>

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They pushed her down the stairs. On the way to the bathroom in the middle of class, a classmate snuck up on her. Her immediate reaction was to fly back up, her legs taking the steps two or three at a time. The pain in her own body was auxiliary to retaliation. Fear chased away the sneer on the brunette's face as sixth-grade Olivias delivered an opened-handed smack to her face. She toppled the girl over, ripping out handfuls of hair.<br><br>

School was not kind to the scrawny, runty child. Her clothes were too large and covered in holes from the days of Luka and Mattvey. Her hair was roughly cut, a chin length bob that seemed to have been snipped by her own hands. There was a dark anger in her eyes that suited not a little kid. Her peers ganged up on her. The worst of it was not the fighting. That she could handle. Her brothers had prepared her for that. It was the isolation. Her books got stolen, her desk drawn on, there was nobody to eat with at lunch or to pair up with in gym class.<br><br>

But there were never tears in her eyes. Did crying help her when her knee was bloody? When her books were torn? When her jacket was cut into ribbons?<br><br>

Liv dished out as much as they gave.<br><br>

By the time a woman had gently extracted her from her frenzy, her classmate's lip was bleeding, a black eye forming, and her hair looked as awful as Liv's.<br><br>

The woman was the nurse, an African American lady in her early thirties with a boisterous laugh and pale white teeth. They sat together in the infirmary after her classmate had been treated and taken home. For the second time since she began school, her mother was called. It was, of course, ignored again.<br><br>

The woman talked and talked, despite three hours having gone by. At the end of it, she took Olivias home in a large white truck. She got to sit on the front seat. Mrs. Merret treated her to dinner and ice cream and made her promise to come by the infirmary whenever she wanted. It wasn't for another three months that she did, slipping inside the room like a slinking shadow. Her fingers were burned, a dark bruise forming on upper arm.<br><br>

She cried. Mrs. Merret's embrace was the warmest thing she ever felt. And for the next three years, Liv could be found there constantly.<br><br>

When high school came rushing by, she never saw Mrs. Merret again.<br><br>

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One night, stalking a dark road for her dealer, a group surrounded her. They were four. She took one look at them and wasted no time. Liv spat in the face of one and punched another in the stomach. They descended upon her like a pack of wolves.<br><br>

At sixteen, she was tall. Capable of holding her own, even her brothers gave her space. Though they still won when they fought, the wounds they incurred weren't worth it anymore. She stayed out most nights, skipped school for booze and weed and cigarettes, a scowl constantly stitched to her face.<br><br>

By the time they were done, three were on the ground with her. The fourth was grinning, but it contained none of the hate or condescension she was used it.<br><br>

He laughed. They all laughed. He extended a hand and she took it.<br><br>

Then they were five.<br><br>

By the time the calamity started, her life revolved around them. They ruled the town, stole together, slept together in a dingy, abandoned shed at the edge of town, and dreamed of escaping to the big city. <br><br>

<i>(note: there are no mention of pokemon in her post because her mother drilled it into her that pokemon were stupid and dangerous and don't ever touch one. In addition, her interests revolved around taking care of herself and adding a pokemon to that was too much for her.)</i>

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