#yoshidamn

     She had a visitor.

     She almost never had visitors, unless you could count her landlord that came around every so often to remind her that there was no smoking allowed inside the apartment. Tch, Ceci hated that guy. 

     But no, she didn’t think it was him. The knocks were different, and she had plenty of time on her hands to think about it. Her landlord’s knocks were less confident; weak. The fact that this was different was suspicious enough. But still, the woman sat down her mug of coffee, strolled over to the door, and opened it. 

     Only enough to peek through the tiny crack she had made - and boy, was she glad that that was the most she did. 

10. Your character walking in on mine being attacked by a masked assailant.

Something that you almost learned to expect on some level was that only a very few people would enjoy your presence in the world; at least out of the large amount of individuals that a member of the International Police may encounter during their day.With that almost unavoidable dislike came an overhanging risk of being attacked. It was not something that anyone really got used to, having a masked man lunge forward towards you with all intention to cause as much physical harm as possible and get away with it.

He was almost the most surprised by the fact that they had decided to wear a mask — it was almost like the other who currently did their best to attempt to punch the agent in the face but kept missing, for the most part - the other had managed to get a good hit or two in his stomach and nose, almost hadn’t expected to be able to finish the job properly. Almost as if he simply wanted to scare the lone agent, to set an example of what happened with the wrong people.

To put it bluntly, Looker wasn’t too impressed. On one hand, they had managed to get a few hits on him — but that was to be expected, seeing how he had attacked the agent out of the blue. On the other, by the time that Yoshida arrived into the room after hearing some of the commotion happening inside, the smaller agent had the attacker pressed face down into the concrete ground. With a knee digging in between the shoulder blades and an hand bending the attacker’s arm far up behind the man’s back, he fumbled with the handcuffs he kept in his pocket until he secured them around the other’s wrist.He didn’t even give Yoshida too much attention, until everything was finished.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

Finally looking up from the man pressed down underneath him, Looker nodded towards Yoshida. He wasn’t smiling this time around, as he seemed to do when he had the company of the other agent, but instead simply shook his head as he could feel the warmth dribble down from his bruised nose.

8: first kiss

It wasn’t her first kiss, and she was sure it wasn’t his, but it was sure as heck their first kiss with each other. Hah, she wasn’t nervous, in any way, shape or form. After all, she kissed people all the time. on the lips or on the cheek, it didn’t matter — they were still kisses, right?

Kendria hummed, setting out in her civilian clothes, good rod - turned old rod in hand,  ready to sit and relax at the harbor in Lilycove City. She had been quite amorous that day - possibly from the recently passed Luvdisc migration - and her teammates had repeatedly asked her to leave the base. Politely, of course - the young grunt wouldn’t have done it any other way.

Okay, maybe she was just a tad tipsy as well. but hey - they had still sent her out, she could still fish, and she didn’t even think it was that noticeable! Maybe she wobbled a little bit.

It’s at this moment that she remembers that he’s a cop (not the interpol part, though, that’s too hard for her intoxicated mind to remember), but she keeps on  walking towards him. There’s nothing that can stop her now. She’s kissed almost everyone that she remotely considered her as a friend so far, and she needed to finish her list.

〆 for a childhood story

Kendria didn’t think she could wait one more second until the raft dug itself into the shore, and it turned out she didn’t need to. Bouncing off of the large yellow boat, older cousin in tow, she made her way towards the biggest city she had ever seen — Slateport City. To her, it was the best there was - there was a market, there was a club, and there was even a Contest Hall!

She wasn’t going to participate, though. She didn’t even have a Pokémon, and besides - she wasn’t glamorous enough. Even if she was, she’d probably lose.

Just like how she somehow got lost a few minutes after they entered the market. The trip was only supposed to take thirty minutes to an hour, but not being able to see her well-tanned relatives made it seem so much longer. When did everyone start looking so alike?

Slowly, Kendria began to meander. Looking at the adorable Wingull plushes, then the beautiful glass sculptures, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was ever going to be able to be so rich she could afford a thing.

The people who lived in Slateport didn’t seem to be able to recognize a lost girl, no matter how loud she was screaming at them in her mind to offer a hand. She began to wonder how early people in this city let their kids wander around. Either they were used to kids her age just waltzing around the place, or they didn’t care.

Gee, she sure hoped it was the first option. The second option was too mean to be real.

Soon enough, her hand was taken by someone, who thankfully was not a stranger. It was simply her favorite neighbor, Dominique — come to save the day.

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Other this, she’s actually very different than characters I normally play. Before her I played characters like Tsukasa (.hack//SIGN), Mikoto (FFIX), and Lucemon (Digimon Frontier). Out of all of them, the only one who was expressive was Lucemon and he … uh, tried to destroy two worlds and wanted to be god. He didn’t really have any other feelings than that. lmao.