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with trained calmness, one that didn’t really show itself during her job, leila glanced at the offending purrloin and then back to carmichael. quickly assessing what she could do, the young woman decided against calling out another one of her own pokemon. nat-nat, the natu on her shoulder, could only look on the other with a curious glance as leila gave a reassuring smile. “purrloins can sense your anxiety, i believe. and they are more afraid of you than you are of them.” though half of their sentence honestly came from one of her grandmother’s well-intentioned monologues, leila hoped it would give the other comfort. “but if we need to battle it, well .. so be it.” she looked at him questioningly. “d-did you want me to battle it?”

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : ROUTE 15 W / ANYONE @shadowstart​

Well. This is embarrassing, like, really embarrassing. So embarrassing that Carmichael can’t even bring himself to remove his hands from his face, not wanting to face the reality of the situation. It’ll only make him groan and sink into an even more depressive episode. But he does look through his fingers, just for a few seconds, to see if his prayers have been answered. Unfortunately, they have not as the thing he tries to pray away… stares back at him from the tree, Carmichael’s bag in its hand. What bag exactly? Oh, you know, his bag that carries his ribbon case, potions, empty pokeballs, and the pokeballs that house his team of Pokemon. Yes, all three of his Pokemon were still inside of their pokeballs, probably shaking their heads in disappointment at their trainer who could do nothing to save them. It’s humiliating! Luckily for him, Carmichael spots another trainer nearby, and while he didn’t want to ask for help, he desperately need it. “Hey, uh,” he called out, cheeks flushed red. “Could you help me out with something? That Purrloin stole my bag when I wasn’t looking.” 

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ali watches as she searches, eyebrow quirked. he had meant the pokemon, to be fair, but he guesses keeping an eye on her stuff would also matter among a thief. “probably, i don’t think these little guys are known much to give their treasures back.” he thinks it might be a nickit, but he isn’t too confident from what little he’s seen. “maybe we can trade a rock?”

leila paused, considering the question. it did make sense, but she thinks that maybe it needed a little more. “what about something shinier? i have an extra earring i can part with.” truthfully, that particular earring’s corresponding piece had already gotten lost, so it wouldn’t be too sad of a loss for the young reporter. “or would a simple rock really suffice?” 

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ANY LOCATION ; it was rough work, editing your own footage. but leila tries to keep an optimistic vibe. she’s only been in the industry for a couple of years, but she was no slowpoke; rather, she tries to absorb all the things she could around her in order to further her own personal agendas. currently, the point in the agenda required for her to put together this quick reel of coordinator interviews she conducted a while ago to send back to her station, but quickly realized that she was just a bit short of footage to really give it that ‘oomph’ she’s looking for. spotting somebody passing by, leila looks up from her device and tries to wave them down. “no, no, not a battle! just a ..question! a quick one, promise!” ; @shadowstart​

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nat - nat, the curious natu perched upon her shoulder, noticed it first before the voice also pulled leila in. a smile was present upon her lips though it faltered slightly when she saw just where her friend’s distress was coming from. while not a stranger to battling of any kind, it was safe to say that she didn’t spend all of her time challenging other people to a battle. nor did she battle wild animals for fun. blinking, leila turned back to carmie because she was also .. not a pokemon whisperer. “that’s ..inconvenient. should i battle it?”

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : ROUTE 15 W / ANYONE @shadowstart​

Well. This is embarrassing, like, really embarrassing. So embarrassing that Carmichael can’t even bring himself to remove his hands from his face, not wanting to face the reality of the situation. It’ll only make him groan and sink into an even more depressive episode. But he does look through his fingers, just for a few seconds, to see if his prayers have been answered. Unfortunately, they have not as the thing he tries to pray away… stares back at him from the tree, Carmichael’s bag in its hand. What bag exactly? Oh, you know, his bag that carries his ribbon case, potions, empty pokeballs, and the pokeballs that house his team of Pokemon. Yes, all three of his Pokemon were still inside of their pokeballs, probably shaking their heads in disappointment at their trainer who could do nothing to save them. It’s humiliating! Luckily for him, Carmichael spots another trainer nearby, and while he didn’t want to ask for help, he desperately need it. “Hey, uh,” he called out, cheeks flushed red. “Could you help me out with something? That Purrloin stole my bag when I wasn’t looking.” 

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leila, also invested in the scene, could only smile along as she watched. “no. well .. wait..” she turned her purse around and used up a minute or so to see if she missed anything. “not mine.” she confirmed. “should we try and get it back regardless? perhaps the owner will come back for it?”

he was watching the little pokemon stash the objects that seemed so obviously not theirs with interest, very nearly pulling out one of his notebooks to record the behavior with a laugh. “that’s not yours, is it?” 

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{josie totah, twenty, she/her} leila selah is a reporter from the sinnoh region. they’ve been in the unova region for six months, sometimes you can find them scribbling away on their countless memo pads. their partner pokemon is natu and are not apart of the pokedex team..

full name: leila selah

age: twenty

occupation: reporter

origin: sinnoh region ( eterna city )

face: josie totah

short brief info: leila’s parents live in hearthome city, boasting semi-successful careers in grooming pokemon and enjoying modern life as it goes. her grandmother, however, lives in eterna city, where leila chose to live as soon as she hit the age of twelve. the old woman was caring, albeit a bit strict about tradition and culture and often emphasizing how pokemon and people were meant to live as one in the world they lived in. mostly, leila just liked how present the old woman was compared to the shiny, empty house she lived in at hearthome city. on her thirteenth birthday, her grandmother had acquired a natu from a friend of hers ( a fellow medium ) and gifted it to leila. her own companion pokemon, someone she can be with for as long as she lived. growing up, leila took the natu, affectionately nicknamed “nat-nat”, everywhere. and even if her grandmother was against using pokemon for fighting and sport, leila trained nat-nat for simple, low-stakes battles. eventually, her team grew by a little. which was more than enough. by the age of eighteen, leila was contacted by her parents, citing that they had a friend who was looking for a hip, young reporter for hearthome’s various media outlets and because of their connections, would give her an instant job - if she passed the audition. despite the judgment of her grandmother, leila accepted to audition and found that switching to a more aggressive personality for the cameras came naturally and she was hired. the rest is history, sort of.

personality: outside of work, leila is quiet & soft-spoken. a regression to the epitome of a young lady that her grandmother brought her up to be instead of the wild & upbeat persona she adapts for her reporting job. when not scribbling away interesting factoids about people or nagging trainers for interviews, she has her head in the clouds and can be found mindlessly sipping juice away in a cafe somewhere with nat-nat perched on her shoulder. there’s a certain distance she puts between her job as a reporter and her as a person, as she sometimes forgets the people she’s annoyed into interviewing before. and it could be jarring to some that she’s not actually as energetic as she makes herself seem on the job when she’s not actively doing it. very random note, but when battling, she doesn’t call her pokemon by their nicknames. she only calls them by their nicknames outside of battle.

jobs & hobbies & jobbies: leila is a reporter. initially, she covered some amateur contests and groomers in hearthome city - mostly trainers and coordinators within her age group - but eventually, she was given the freedom to cover events that she may partake in. although, as someone who had the (mis)fortune of acquiring a job through nepotism, leila’s insistence in covering harder-hitting topics came about from trying to prove something to both herself and her nay-sayers. the magic that happened when she auditioned for the first time felt good and leila will spend the rest of her life proving her worth if she has to, because she wanted to be known for her own skill instead of how she managed to get her foot in the door in the first place. how far she’s willing to go when it comes to reporting about shadow pokemon and team stygian is still up in the air. but leila will definitely not go home until she has a story worth something. when not doing reporter things and she doesn’t have her head in the clouds, she likes spending time with her pokemon and taking them to shops with her.

currently: when news of the shadow pokemon first hit sinnoh, leila had her bags packed and ready to go, but not without saying goodbye to her grandmother and heeding her sayings about staying safe. currrently, she’s shacked up in a hotel somewhere and actually does a lot of the camerawork herself since she got into a tiff with one of the producers back at hearthome city about her previous cameraman being too rude to her pokemon for her own liking. you can find her eavesdropping conversations, writing a ton of notes, or worrying about nat-nat evolving into xatu soon. after all, she evolved hay-hay (her heliolisk) by choice a few years back. this would be her first ‘natural’ evolution, if it were to really happen soon.

current team:

nat-nat ( natu , level 23 ) *partner pokemon

dee-dee ( dedenne , level 34 )

hay-hay ( heliolisk , level 37 )

hallo it is me, ur pal jess! thank u for reading this far. ur lovely <3 hmu if you’d like to plot !

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“She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.”

— Joanne Harris (via wordsnquotes)

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         “aw jeez, kass..” elisa was glad that the other had their own tissues because elisa did not think to bring any at all. she was also the type to just wipe it on her dress if she could help it. “they better be. not that i won’t comfort you if you’re sad or anything.” though she’d be awkward while doing so. elisa laughs a little and nods. “yes, yes, they were awesome. you did amazing with them. i’ll miss those cupcakes next year, for sure.”

       “ NO REALLY, I’M OKAY, ”   she sniffs, taking a tissue out of her purse and lightly dabbing her eye. her nearly month-long hunt for the perfect waterproof mascara will finally be tested tonight and tomorrow, but kass had expected it, going into the evening.   “ they’re happy tears, really. i’m just… really going to miss this place. and everyone looks so beautiful, ”   her voice cracks, the drama queen.   “ have you tried the cupcakes ?   i made them myself. ”     @gallagherstart​

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         maybe it was the drinks or the hype atmosphere, but elisa was down for almost anything tonight. so she shrugs, beaming. “yeah, go for it! i just didn’t have wings on hand but i totally would’ve put some on.”

 //                   @gallagherstart

                       ❝ hypothetically , if i had a bag of wings could i add a pair to your outfit ? ❞   kiki asked , a tagging gun already in one of her hands and said bag in the other .  she was taking the theme far too seriously .

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             “i’m guessing it’s a little exciting, huh? since you’re graduating and all that.” elisa asks as soon as she realizes it was him that he heard talking. she was a little envious, since she wants nothing else but to graduate too and finally do all that she wants to do. 

      Asher has absolutely NO idea what he’s going to do with his life in the upcoming days, months, years — and he’s loving it. He knows he isn’t entirely in the clear yet, and has a lot to sort out soon, but the sense of overwhelming freedom in his future has him in an outrageously good mood. As such, the on-his-way-to-getting-buzzed Floridian is making the rounds, trying to simply enjoy the evening as much as possible. 

      “So weird to think this is the last time I’ll do one of these things.” He muses out loud, eyes scanning over all the fancy outfits and decked out venue. // @gallagherstart​

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whathebash​:

       IT’S BEEN AWHILE SINCE THEY WERE THIS SERIOUS TOGETHER, the last time having been about her mom last year. so the silence is a little uncomfortable, just because he wishes he knew what was going on in her head. when she finally speaks it does feel like a relief, taking a deep breath and offering a small smile.   “ i’m sure that’s not true, ”   he tells her, reaching for her hand.   “ but i’m sad i won’t be around for, you know, your last year. i’m really gonna miss you, elisa. ”   her comment makes him laugh, smile widening.   “ no, i hope you do. i’ll do the same. ”

                and she doesn’t know if its her favorite people leaving, the prospect of a potentially exciting summer, or just a delayed reaction from everything that’s happened in their semester but elisa could not keep herself together anymore. she found herself lightly swatting bash’s hand away and went straight in for a tight hug, abandoning her items behind. “no, i’m gonna miss you. like..like a lot.” she mutters against his shirt.

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“yay!” she squealed in excitement, grinning at the other as she closed her hand over elisa’s and dragged her toward the dance floor. “everyone looks so good!” maia turned her head. “and you did fabulous. definitely understood the assignment,” she teased. 

             she giggles as she follows maia’s lead and tries to shrug nonchalantly at the other’s compliment. “thank you, thank you, i did my best. even though i’m a little worried about my humble halo. is it still on right?” she asks.

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oofjaemin​:

“  why ,  when  you  can  do  both  ?  ”  jae  queries ,  a  little  curious  as  to  why  she’s  so  black  and  white  with  it  .  but  obviously  he  wants  to  sleep  with  her  so  there’s  that  ,  too .  “ if  you  say  so ,   but  you  can’t  convince  me  it’s  better  be  get  cut  off .  ”   he’d  been  cut  off  a  couple  times  when  he’d  get  just  a  little  out  of  line  and  it  was  the  worst .  jae  laughs ,  small  shrug  of  his  shoulders .  “  why  not  ?  ”

             “w-well..” she stammers, figuring that he had a point. she just doesn’t like it being spoken to her. “i’d..rather not. better safe than sorry.” and if she cringed as she said it, elisa would hide it with all she had. elisa shrugs. “like i said, i’m not really into the money. hanging with me for as long as you have, i think you already know what things i’m into.” like gorging herself on pasta, for example.