GAIS GROUP RP?Me and :IconDeerStrukk: wanna do a group rpGAIS GROUP RP? by SarkTheDelirious
as trainers, if you're woundering. However if they want we can expand from pokemon and take a different approach, I dunno?
If people are up for it, I'll host it in the Town of Jusevi Chatroom
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Homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day
You were sittin’ on the gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school flame on one side
Ice cold beer on the other
Ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty
Little house, little kids, little small town story
If you don’t ever do anything else for me
Just do this for me, brother, come on home, boy
- Eric Church’s “Homeboy”
My life was miserable for the past few days. On New Years Eve Kurt and I had a fight then a few days later I caught him sleeping with Wallace.
I was entirely ticked off at him and I guess we officially broke up.
I wasn’t sure why I was so depressed but I stayed home for the past few days until I finally decided to get help from my Dad.
“Still feeling pretty bad?”
I sat in front of my Dad’s desk up in his office. He pushed his work away and stared at me with comforting eyes.
“I’m sorry to hear about what’s going on and why you’re so depressed. I can understand how upset you must’ve been over finding Kurt sleeping with Wallace. Must’ve been shocked.”
“Shocked and furious. I’m not sure what to do, Dad. I’ve been so depressed over these past few days and have no motivation to do anything.”
“Have you tried some of your favorite hobbies you usually do to distract your mind? Like…searching for rare rocks?”
“Yeah, I tried doing that but I ended up just sitting outside the cave the whole time.”
He looked down from his desk then leaned back.
“Steven, I know you’re not going to like this but I feel you should talk to Kurt again.”
“Talk to him? Why? You mean as in forgiving him?”
“Yes, forgiving him.”
“But…after all he did?” I was usually a very forgiving guy and would brush situations off easily. I just felt….bad.
“Forgiving people can be hard, but you and Kurt really did love each other…Kurt’s just having issues and struggling with something right now. I suggest trying to talk to him and if he’s rude back to you then just ignore him for a bit. See what goes on, ok?”
I sighed not really big on the decision but gave in. “Ok…”
“Good! Now you know I love you, right?”
We gave each other a family hug then I left the company and stood outside. I tried calling Kurt a few times but he didn’t answer his phone for whatever reason. Hoenn’s a pretty big place and trying to find one guy without a phone call was difficult. I decided to head out to his hometown to see if he was hanging around there then go and ask around the Mossdeep area to see if they saw Kurt around there.
The road from Rustboro to Littleroot was a bit of a while away but I’ve been farther than that. If it was love then I would get there quicker, right?
I walked along a dirt road and to my surprise I actually saw Kurt up ahead! He staggered across the road looking down at his shoes and didn’t seem that happy.
I sighed as I stretched my back and ran after him.
“Kurt! Kurt! Kurt!”
Kurt actually looked surprised to hear his name and when he turned around I saw he wasn’t Kurt.
He nearly looked like Kurt but when I saw him from the front he was much taller, had a bit of facial hair, longer hair, and wore a different outfit from Kurt.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were a…”
I figured this guy knew my name as recognizing me as the champion but I eventually realized the man himself.
He looked away from me and rubbed his neck then turned his attention back towards me.
“What are you doing out here? Where’s Kurt?” His voice started shaking and I could already see him sweating.
Just like Kurt…
“I’m looking for Kurt. We got in a fight and broke up with each other but I figured I needed to forgive him.”
“Forgive him? What did he do?”
“…I rather not say.”
Standing in front of Mr. Hoover was pretty strange. I only came to about his collar bone so he towered over me.
“Ah, I can see Kurt and I are both in the same situation…”
He walked away from me and leaned against a wooden fence.
“Yep, my wife got mad at me for drinking so much and kicked me out of the house. We didn’t get divorced but she said I can’t come home until I learn to stop having a drinking problem.”
For some reason Mr. Hoover wasn’t as rude as he was in the hospital. He was a bit calmer and seemed more sincere than last time.
“Wow, I’m sorry to hear about that, sir.”
“Eh, it’s alright. This kinda stuff has happened before so I’m pretty use to it.”
We stood in silence for a bit and he turned and stared at the graving tauros behind him.
“So, where are you heading off towards?”
He wouldn’t answer for a bit and started staring at the sky before sighing at me.
“At first I was just traveling alone not sure where I would go. Just…go with the flow. But now I feel I also need to find Kurt. Me and him need to talk…get some things out. I want to heal my relationship with Kurt.”
I was surprised to hear these words come out of his mouth. Kurt told me bad things about his father and how he didn’t like him. He was a homophobe and would treat him pretty harsh at times. Surprisingly, he didn’t act like what Kurt told me.
“Really? Well…if you want we can travel together and see if we can find him. I mean, we’re both looking for Kurt, right?”
“Yeah…guess we can. Hey, I’m sorry for being a bit rude to you at the hospital.”
I smiled at him and started feeling a bit comfortable. “Oh it’s alright, Mr. Hoover.”
“You can call me Jean if you want.”
I started chuckling and stared up at him. “Thanks, Jean.”
He laughed and we both stared walking down the dirt road together.
We weren’t sure where Kurt was but we knew we would find him…eventually.”
I was severely depressed. I started spending more times in bars again, not gay ones. I would attend the occasional gay ones and watch the pole dancing but didn’t find myself that interested in it as much as I hoped to.
I started finding myself addictive to drugs and drinking.
A guy offered some anti-depressants when he saw my situation, course he was a drug dealer. I didn’t accept them at first as I had enough common sense but I found myself wanting them without his persuasion.
It had been about a week and I eventually became a low life bum.
That was my life.
I would fall asleep at bars until I was kicked out then would sleep on park benches until I was chased off again by security trying to keep the park decent.
My life was a huge mess right now. I spent the past few days laying on park benches drunk out of my mind, wouldn’t stop drinking, started slight anti-depressant drugs.
I limped in the back of an alley in day broad light. I couldn’t stop thinking, not about Steven. The issue wasn’t about Steven anymore but just me thinking about my life in genera. My Dad, my sexuality, my life, everything.
I was a worthless person.
A gunshot ruined my life.
Where was I suppose to go now? I can’t even remember what I majored in…
“There!” I turned my head round and my eyes went wide to the flashing blue and red lights of a cop car. It swung around the corner and I immediately took off.
Were they after me?
But I ran like hell.
The car screeched to a stop and two cops came running out after me.
I couldn’t stop. I felt like I had no control over my legs and they ran off on their own.
The wind was suddenly knocked out of me as one of the cops finally caught up and slammed me into the ground. I smacked right on the ground with the side of my face in a mud puddle.
My glasses had fallen off but I could feel them yanking on my wrist and handcuffing me then one of them lifted me up.
“Idiots like you. Causing trouble around this city and disrupting the peace. Looking like an idiot with your dirty appearance and alcohol wrenched breath. Idiots.” He went on and the other laid my glasses back on my face.
I couldn’t say much nor was I even allowed to. If I did I’d probably get slapped or something.
I was shoved into the back of the car and they slammed the door behind me. Eventually they drove off back towards the jail.
Well, they didn’t exactly say jail but something alone a drunk tank. The rude one kept talking about my drunk self and other insulting areas.
What have I done with my life?
I looked down and my white pants had dirty and mud splattered areas all over. My clothes were torn and I doubt my vest had alcohol stains on it.
I mentally apologized to my dad, mother, Steven, self, Pokemon, everyone.