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 the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins!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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Post by andrea warren on May 18, 2015 23:23:32 GMT
Another promise , another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And
all the greenbelts
wrapped around our minds
endless red tape to keep
the truth confined
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
"Shit!"
Andrea nursed a bloody nose, tilting her head back as she allowed the fabric of her bandanna to catch the steady flow of crimson. A nervous Froakie peered up at her, a guilty look written all over his face as he murmured quietly. It was a small training incident, which involved a simple miss resulting in a Pound colliding with the young woman's facial area.
"Sweet hit," she praised, pulling the cloth away to eye the collection of sticky liquid.
It required her retiring early from a training session, but after cleaning up, she felt much better - albeit a little sore. With her Pokemon tucked away within her capsule, she decided to spend some of her money on an adequate meal. Her stomach was rumbling from the work she put in earlier, you see, and it desired a hefty amount of sustenance. The search for cheap and edible goods was on.
This town was pretty chill. Similarly-sized to the previous one where she had obtained her first Pokemon. So it wasn't much of a surprise.
"Whelp, I'm not doing too bad so far. Actually, I'm doing freakin' awesome," she said, grinning wide. "Look out world, 'cause yer 'bout ta get takin' by a storm. Me."
After her bit of cheesy dialogue, she proceeded to happen upon a small food stand. It was a welcomed sight, with Andrea reacting appropriately by charging forward and purchasing a good amount of junk foods.
"Choice!"
Settling herself at a bench nearby, she took the time to unwrap the first package and enjoy a steaming frankfurter. Chewing loudly, she looked around curiously, stuffing her face with food all the while.
Post by elena shepard on May 19, 2015 22:07:15 GMT
“ I CAN'T HELP IT THAT I NEED IT ALL, THE PRIMADONNA LIFE, THE RISE AND FALL. GOT YOU WRAPPED AROUND MY FINGER, BABE; YOU CAN COUNT ON ME TO MISBEHAVE. ”
Lesser people liked to call small towns dainty, cute. Wide-open and community oriented. It just proves how ignorant those poor idiots are.
Coming from the city might leave her biased, she supposes, but as far as she's concerned it leaves her much more aware. There's nothing of consequences in places like this. At least Littleroot Town has a bumbling fool in a labcoat to put it on the map. Oldale has nothing. (Pokemarts and Pokemon Centers are everywhere, those don't make you special.)
Still, she's here, much to her disdain. Aqua business. A very pleasant home visit to some disillusioned kid who thought it'd be a great idea to defect to the ground-kissers and, apparently, thought it was of very little consequence. Well, he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore, would he?
Elena's never liked doing the dirty work for herself. It leaves her dangerously annoyed, and today, with an appetite. She doubts there's anything proper to eat in a tribal little nothing like this. What's a poor girl to do? With her luck, it looks like her best chance is at a damn food stand. What a joke.
She saunters up to the parked cart, wrinkles her nose as she eyes the menu. Not even a salad. "You call this shit food? Disgusting. Hot dog, then." The baffled cart owner passes her one when she tosses over a few dollars. What meat is this thing made from, anyway? Looks disgusting.
Now in an even more sour mood, the blonde stalks back the way she came. She's taking a dainty bite when she passes some girl on a bench stuffing her face, and she can't help but wonder who raises someone with manners like that. A scoff crosses her lips when the girl makes eye contact. She's not shy with her contempt.
Post by andrea warren on May 19, 2015 22:53:44 GMT
Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And
all the greenbelts
wrapped around our minds
endless red tape to keep
the truth confined
They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us
We will be victorious
Andrea hummed out her appreciation, polishing off the remainder of the meal with gusto. As she lapped at her greasy fingers and suckled upon the individual digits, she finally began to notice the stranger whom was passing her by at a steady pace. The unknown someone was a woman, her features pretty and soft with those doe-like eyes reflecting her utter disdain. Unfortunately, Andrea failed to take notice of that tidbit and instead cast the pretty creature a silly grin.
"Shit, yer pretty hot, lady," she drawled.
The girl paused briefly, realizing that she had allowed her accent to grow heavy. Usually the coordinator was composed enough to correct her pronunciation. Especially when she wanted to make a great first impression with the ladies. Well, whatever.
"Ya from around here, gor-geous?" The young woman drawled.
She stood, following the woman with a chuckle, eyes alight with curiosity as she captivated herself with the stranger. Her smile intentionally lewd as her gaze wavered once or twice. Well, three times. Eventually her orbs resettled on the woman's features.
"Don't think I've seen ya around, actually. Ya a trainer or somethin'? Breeder?"
Andrea was now walking alongside of the stranger, chasing away a bout of potential boredom that would have eventually followed her meal.
elena shepard | words | great | no probs, take yo time.
