welcome to calamity! we are an au pokemon site based in hoenn. we do not have canons so you can pick them as your fcs! we have a short one hundred word word count. and you get to also pick your own starter! calamity is going to focus on providing users with a good and stable plot line to follow. this helps each character progress and some might even have a play in affecting the plot! we hope you enjoy your time here and if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask.
hey guys! we've finally hit our three month mark! let's stay strong. the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins! unfortunately, noods has steped down from his admin position. make sure you say your goodbyes here!
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JUNE 18TH, 2015
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hello calamity! we're nearing the two months mark in a few weeks. how time flies! right now we have two things going on that need your participation. the first is an activity check! it is impotant that you check in so you don't lose your face claim. the second is the otm nomiations! we're doing it a bit different than last time. so please submit your nominations in. a vote thread will be up in the next few days. there will also be a formal event coming very soon, so keep your eye out for that. keep being cool!
we're currently about to host calamity's first contest in slatepor. trainers are flocking to the city to see, the city's been trying to get good pr since the gala, and it seems to be working! they're asking for both coordinators and volunteer judges to sign up.
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Leah's always dresses for the best, despite the fact that she expects the worst. Despite being the owner of a clothing line, she's never bothered to be the care taker of her own fashion outlet- opting instead to hire peopl okay with dealing with, god forbid, other people. People are nice, and men are fun to fluster, and friends are interesting creatures, yes of course. But to deal with them on a daily basis like some sort of peasant reminded her a little too much of high school. And yet, she was a coordinator.
Dealing with idiots was an occupational hazard.
Her elegant tresses of red hair were tied into a quick, professional bun with one of her two signature strands falling into its usual place. Her cat-like, red eyes scanned the shop for the person who had requested to see her today. Yes, of course- she wouldn't gave gone around hollering the names of the tms she was teaching, god forbid. Instead she set up more private, intricate meetings at fancy restaurants. Not like she as treating the customer, of course. The setting was just a front so she could treat herself to something after the stranger was long gone.
Her loose, showy blouse was beaten down time and again by the winds from the antique fan that hung above, and with her black capris with white lace towards the bottom, Leah seemed to blend right in to the environment. She could only hope she wouldn't have to deal with a bumbling idiot. Her fingers fixed themselves into a net to support her chin, and she waited patiently, the glowing disk sitting idly by her side.
Calvin wasn't exactly one to arrange meetings... or talk to people at all, but he had to do this as a thank you for Flaws. His pokemon saved him after all and he wanted to treat him to something special. Calvin had arranged to meet up with someone to buy a TM for his pokemon - Hone Claws to be precise.
He had arrived at the restaurant, he didn't exactly want anything to eat and he wanted this to be done as quickly as possible. He stood outside the entrance, wearing black boots, skinny black jeans, a white top with black roses printed on it and a long black duffel coat that swung just below his waist - he was looking rather trendy as usual, he would never want anyone to think he was a low-life bum. He opened the door, the bell made a quiet chiming sound as he entered. He gave a quick sweep across the shop, there weren't an awful lot of people, a few couples and... a woman sitting alone. That's her.
He made his way over to her in a very polite manner, walking like a spectral image floating across the floor. It was almost as if the lights had darkened and the silence had grown as he entered, he didn't mind however, he preferred the dark and the quiet. He gave the woman a coy smile, "You must be Leah, nice to meet you." He held out his hand for a hand shake and would then sit down in front of her. He was putting his very best 'happy nice guy' impression on, when really he wanted to hand over the money and leave. Ugh how he hated people.
He tucked a bit of his hair behind his ear before talking, "I must say, It's a rather fancy place for an exchange. But then again, I suppose it adds a special something to the atmosphere."
He couldn't help but smile at his performance, he was an excellent liar and brilliant at deceiving, it just came naturally to him. It was almost like he found it easier to pretend to be someone he's not, it made him wonder who he really was, but he loved putting on a show. He adored making people see him for what they wanted to see. And if they could see past all those lies, well, they were in for a nasty surprise for finding out what he is truly like. But for now, he'd play the game of 'poshies in a restaurant'.
Just because she was bored did not mean she was unaware- far from it, in fact. With her eyes that never seemed to dull, be it with age or with boredom, she scanned each and every person which walked through the doors like a hawk, picking out flaws for fun. It was at this point where she wished she had a bitch buddy to talk trash to, but sadly none of her "friends" had wound up in Hoenn. Except Cain, but that didn't really count.
A dark haired man walked in, and Leah noted the black roses on the front of his shirt- interesting. That was a detail which stuck out to her, because it was something impeccably like what she might have done with her own shirt. Had she designed something like that? Roses were, after all, her signature. One of her immaculate red eyebrows raised itself into mild exertion as she watched him near her.
Hold on, was dearest customer of the day that much of a looker? Hah, not a bad find. Leah smirked as the man greeted her coyly, and her hands removed themselves from the network of fingers in order to meet his own. "I wouldn't imagine doing anything below perfect," she said, tossing her words carelessly like she was tossing back her hair. "But yes, I am Leah..." The shirt nagged at her, maybe it was something form her own shop?
She shook her head lightly. "Excuse me." She said, hoping he didn't catch her stare--- oh, who was she kidding. Leah could lie alright, but she detested it. Felt like she was clawing at a cage. "Or don't, I couldn't care less."
Her hands lifted up, showcasing the state of the art nail polish she had done on her fingers that very morning. Slowly, with fingers on both sides of the rim, she shifted the disk so that it was directly between her and the stranger.
Calvin's heart leapt with joy, thank goodness this would be over and done with quickly! He noted how her eyes scanned the area like a hawk, staring at his top. She was assertive, careful and... most likely one of those people that detested anyone and everything that didn't meet up to her standards. He grinned at her last comment, the words were like honey to him, "Neither do I."
He leaned back against the chair, his legs crossed over and one hand supporting his head. With his free hand, he carelessly reached out, holding the disc between his index and middle finger like one does with a cigarette. He inspected it, making it sure it was the real deal, seemed OK to him.
He gave a satisfied nod and handed it back before saying, "So, did you want to see my pokemon right now in here"?
He picked up the pokeball containing Zorua and twirled it between his fingers with ease, making it weave in and out of each finger. He gazed at Leah, alluring but devilish eyes and a smirk that could make the strongest of people blush...
...and Leah smirked right back, the lips curling with delight at having met someone somehow similar to her. She of course didn't quite respect him on that level, but she seemed to have a record with witty, black haired men and their devilish smiles. It didn't phase her in slightest, probably because she was hardly attracted to that gender, but experience counted for something as well.
"Hmmm?" she asked, the word a little dragged out. Her eyebrow raised itself a little higher on her forehead, and she tilted her head further onto one palm, eyes still staring right into the male's. Eventually Leah gave up on their little game.
"Yes, of course. Even if the restaurant has protests, I'm sure the poshies can suck it up for a while." The crude language seemed a little unfitting, and glaringly hypocritical since she was the one at the restaurant in the first place, but Leah was too busy locking her red eyes with the male's to notice.
She reclined from her earlier posture, sitting straight against the back of the seat. She tapped the disc again, pushing it across the table towards him in a its-good-to-go manner. Her eyes drifted from his eyes back to the shirt, and then back to him. She gave the twirling of the pokeball a disdainful look, and said quickly, without much thought, "Sweetheart, it's not like you're going to show your balls- it's your pokeballs were talking about. No need for foreplay." Her smirk was back where it belonged, and she nonchalantly pushed her red hair behind her ears.
Post by Calvin Diablo on Aug 11, 2015 16:07:24 GMT
OUR FLAWS LAY HAND IN HAND
Calvin was rather surprised at the words that flowed out Leah's mouth... Well, they hardly 'flowed', it was more like glass being crunched on - It was rather odd hearing someone like her talk that way, but Calvin's eyes merely gleamed a flash of grey and green.
He ran his fingers through his hair and lightly scratched the back of his head, it seems this woman isnt as bad as he thought. He snickered at the coordinators last comment, "Please darling, foreplay is the last thing I have in mind." He raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth curved, forming a half smile that added to his cheeky personality.
He coughed slightly as he pressed the button on the capsule, enlarging it, "Well Flaws, say hello."
With another click of the pokeball, a red flash of light appeared on the chair next to him. Flaws appeared looking rather dashing and sassy - His eyes were closed and his nose was up turned as he held his head high. Some might call it arrogance, but Calvin knew he was far from it, like his owner, Flaws also enjoyed putting on an act.
His pokemon looked over to Leah, his nose twitched as he sniffed the air. He licked his paw for a bit before putting it back down on the seat, he made a quick 'yipping' sound as a greeting to Leah.
She outright laughed at his comment, pleased at finding a person still somewhat versed in cockiness brewed in with some elegance was still around. Even if he revealed his flaw, Leah would still be impressed. But her laughter, as pretty a ladylike as it was, was cut short with a mirthless smile. "Right then, your pokemon..." Her eyes lost their cheery, flirty demeanor and turned a little business as the candidate was revealed.
"Ah? A zorua. And aptly named, too." She said sourly, not quite fond of species as a whole. But she had to put sentiments aside- her history with the strange little illusionists held not much to their beauty, and she silently admired the grace. It was beautiful, and she could respect that. But beauty sparked anger in her as well, a little drive.
She gave a little roll of her eyes as a response to the greeting, trying to not be biased to the species but failing miserably. She scanned it with her pokedex, nodding boredly to the monotonous voice that came out. "Yeah, compatible, alright." Then looking back up to Calvin she gave an exasperated shake of her head. "You won't believe the number of fools coming with absurd requests."
She moved quickly, fingers moving the disc to the pokeball (which she took from Clavin without asking- it wasn't like she was going to be refused). She slid the disc inside the pokeball, and then tapped the button to return the Zorua. The pokemon disappeared in a flash, and Lea seemed comfortable with it gone.
Pushing the pokeball out of the way, she placed her elbows on the table again. "Well, it takes about three minutes for it to register." After the fact was sure ot be digested by Clavin, she then leaned back, obviously patient.
"Waiting's such a pain..." she idly glanced at her nails, noting that she needed a visit to the parlor later.
Post by Calvin Diablo on Aug 12, 2015 17:38:39 GMT
OUR FLAWS LAY HAND IN HAND
Calvin's face dropped at the other womans 'disgust' at his pokemon. ~How dare she!?~ he thought, ~She could at least try to look happy. Well, I suppose some people just dont have a talent at lying well.~
He then relaxed a bit more, he happily let her take the pokeball from his hands and put the TM inside. As she did this, Zorua went back inside his pokeball with another red flash of light. The pokeball was rolled back over and Calvin stopped it on the table with a single finger, the button on the front was flashing red as if it was loading, why did it take so long?!
Calvin sighed and slumped back on the table ever so slightly, ~This is going to be the longest three minutes of my life.~
He stared twirling his hair with his finger, wrapping it round and round as he looked at the inside of the restaurant rather bored. Could this be any slower?! After three minutes of silence and awkward eye contact, the flashing stopped and the pokeball made a long beep sound. THe TM was ejected out of the pokeball and landed softly on the table. Calvin grabbed the pokeball and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Well, we got there in the end." he sighed, "Here's your money."
He slided over a neatly stacked pile of PokeDollars (two to be precise) across the table. Without wanteing to make this go on any further, Calvin stood up, turned around and started to leave. Before he left however, he stopped a few metres from where they were sitting at the table, a grin formed on his face, "It's rude to stare by the way. Just thought I'd let you know for the next poor soul that has to be in your company."
And as quick and spiteful as his words had come out, he left. The doors swung open and the bell chimed once again. The breeze wafted through the restaurant and made all the candles inside flicker and teh shadows to grow larger for just a second.
He loved to rattle someones nerves, no doubt someone of her 'position' in society would be a bit peeved about someone realising she was staring. Surely, someone of her stature would know how to behave at a dinner table. Calvin tutted, still playing the act of a well mannered man. He organised his hair again, making it go back to its usual styled look rather than being swept back. Oh how he enjoyed pissing people off.
