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(This is and ORP for all TRAINER (or even Rockets, if you have reason to be there) character who are currently in Sandlewood.
Either living there, or there for the event that got ruined XD )

It had not been a good day for anyone, least of all the contestants and the victims from the stadium.
This latest attack from the organization Team Rocket had been highly unexpected... to think they would try something in the open like that, in such a populated aria.
There really was no place that was safe from their cruelty.

Several people had been hurt, and the local hospital was quick to take in whoever needed attention.

One of the young contestants sat quietly in the lobby of one of the hospitals. Still in the dress she had worn during the contests, but not saying a word, like a withered flower, she just sat there, hands in her laps, and head bowed, staring quietly at her knees.

Sitting next to her on the seat was a light colored Pikachu with heart shaped cheeks. the pokemon had a paw on her trainer's hand. looking downcast herself.

Its been like that all day. She didn't even know how many hours had passed, probably not even aware that it was starting to get dark outside.

It didn't take long for Izumi, who hadn't really been hurt at all, to be released from the hospital. All she had to do was wake up. When the Spiritomb's hypnosis finally wore off, there came a yelling down the hall from the waiting area, then the sound of sobbing.

Some time later, the light-blue haired girl slowly made her way into the waiting area. Izumi slumped down into one of the chairs, unable to force herself to walk anymore. What did it matter? Wheatley was gone. Her best and only friend. The girl hiccuped as she pulled her knees up and curled into the chair.

Though the contest broadcast had been taken off the air just as the situation had begun to escalate, various news stations were covering the calamity as it happened, and it didn't take much effort on Luke's part to figure out what was going on. The contest in Sandalwood - the very one that Rosie and Guy were participating in, and the very one that Luke had declined to attend as a result of the summer heat - had been sabotaged, and he immediately jumped to the conclusion that Team Rocket was at fault.

After (swiftly) reaching his conclusion, Luke didn't linger to watch anymore of the news reports. Luxury ball and sword quickly affixed to their appropriate locations at his belt, the boy was on his way to Sandalwood in short order, ignoring any protest from his legs and proceeding at the quickest pace he could for as long as he could. As he remembered it, the path was straightforward enough that there was little chance he would get lost en route - though admittedly, that was the least of his concerns at the moment. His thoughts lingered on the beginning of his visit to Kodo and on the quiet, sorrowful voice of the girl warning him about Team Rocket, warning him even though it was she who had suffered. Unconsciously, a hand found its way the hilt of his sword, as if the blade, possessed by his anger, would come alive on its own should he leave it be.

As he passed through the vicinity of the lake, out of breath but unwilling to stop, a sudden, sharp pain in his shoulder distracted him thoroughly enough that he had little choice but to unceremoniously stumble to a halt. He placed one hand upon a tree to rest his weight, holding the other near the source of the inexplicable pain. The mysterious sensation soon eased away, and almost instinctively he staggered towards the cool water of the nearby lake, crouching at its edges and cupping his hands to bring the liquid to his parched lips. The summer heat was nearly unbearable when coupled with constant running, but the thought that Guy and Rosie could have been injured at the contest was enough for Luke to quickly flick the remaining water from his hands and start towards Sandalwood anew.

When he finally arrived in the city, "out of breath" barely described the boy. The relief of having made it to Sandalwood, small though it was, was enough to bring Luke to a full stop, resting his hands heavily against his knees and veritably gasping for breath. It was only now that he realized how late it had become; they probably weren't even at the stadium anymore, not that he even knew where that was... Practically drenched in sweat from the journey and filthy from picking his way through the forest, he lifted his head just enough to sweep a searching gaze around the vicinity in search of his friends, ignoring the confused stares of passerby.

Izumi looked up from her knees at the boy who seemed to be talking to her. The slightly-metallic tattoos on her face shone more noticeably in the places where the tears had streaked down her cheeks. "I-I-" Every word was punctuated with a hiccup, "My-y b-best f-friend... He-he's go-o-one!" Izumi wailed, burying her head back into her knees.

"N-no. T-th-they t-took him!" Izumi wailed out from behind her legs. "Th-they t-took W-wheatley!" The distraught girl wasn't really able to think to explain what had happened, in her situation. She went quiet, the only sounds coming from her were the occasional sniffle, but her shoulders quivered with choked back sobs.

She had been talking to police all day, telling them over and over again everything she knew about what happened, Rosie knew it was important, hoping that anything would help in any small way... but really, she didn't want to talk anymore, she didn't know what she wanted to do, she didn't want to think anymore, she just wanted everything to be okay, for her friends to not be hurt, and for everyone's pokemon to be back with the ones that cares about them most.

[Dith]

It was with a grateful breath from the young trainer when someone coming to stand by her drew her from her thoughts, and lifted her attention, She certainly looked like she had been crying for most of the day, her eyes were puffy and pink, cheeks flushed, whatever makeup she had had on long since washed away. She didn't look like she was quite finished either, but for one reason of the other, she managed to control herself.
Blue eyes looked up to see the massive man she had met at the contest, the man who had come to help Guy and guy when Asch had attacked them.
She had been there when she got hurt, most of her friends got her, and her concern was keeping her here.

Rosie pushed herself to her feet to face him "Dith, are you okay? It wasn't bad right? thats why they let you go." She said to him, concern consuming her voice, stepping over to stand in front of the man, Kiss Kiss hopping over onto one of the arm rests near by.

Blue eyes searched Dith over, looking to where she knew he had been hurt.
She had never seen someone hurt like that before, never seen as much blood as she had today, she wasn't at all sure how to react to it... it frightened her, only made worse by the fact that it was people she knew.

[Add Guy]

It was shortly after Dith came out, that she saw her friend Guy, having been separated from him for a few hours, he had to be questioned to no doubt, and given medical treatment. He still had his sword, and his pokemon, though Rosie was surprised to see, the newly evolved little candle was now a beautiful lamp pokemon.

She opened her mouth to say something to him as he came over, but he beat her to it with what he wanted to say.
She closed her mouth, staring at him for a moment before her eyes started to water, and she lowered her face again, lifting her arm to her eyes, shaking her head.
"I'm just so happy that you an Dith are okay. that Viktor and Anonymes are safe."
She had to try and focus on the positive, She meant what she said to them, she really did. But it was hard when her heart hurt so bad for Vany'n.

She had never watched to feel this again, the feeling of losing another pokemon.
She forced a smile on her face, that still looked rather sad, and looked back over to Guy, "Thank you so much for fighting so hard Guy. Thank you." She said, with genuine appreciation.
The comfort from Anonymes was well revived, Rosie looked up to him lifting her hands up to gently take him in her hands, and hold him gently.
"And thank you Dith. You're both very brave for what you did out there to help everyone."

[Add Izumi]

The crying didn't go unnoticed. it hurt her to hear, and for a moment blue eyes searched out the source, only to find yet another families face.
"Izumi..."
Oh no... Please don't say something bad happened to Izumi.

[Luke]

Perdy had since been healed after his battle with one of the Rocket's pokemon, he wasn't much happy though, this was the second Rocket Pidgeot that had kicked his tail feathers, and he was growing very tired of it.
For being such a chill bird, this was quite an emotional step for him.

He was flying through the trees in the growing darkness, not only to blow off some steam, but to ease away from of the frustration he was feeling from the battle earlier.
The growing darkness was making flying in this particular city rather unsafe however. Perched high up top one of the large trees, brown eyes blinking down at the rope walks below. he spread his wings, and tipped himself forward to let the wind catch his wings. flying back toward the Hospital where he had left his trainer and team mates.

swooping lower to level himself with the general masses walking below, he was ready to make a straight shot for the hospital, until a certain red head caught his eye.

"Pigo!" the pink bird called in surprise, banking arm to turn around, wings beating hard as she landed in front of the human, sure enough! it was Rosie's friend Luke.
Perdy spread his wings wide, chirping out a long string of noises at the human, hopping toward him.

Luke failed to notice the Pidgeot's cry, but it was difficult to ignore the massive bird as it alighted before him. He reeled backwards in the resulting surprise, managing to stay on his feet by merit of luck alone. "Wha--" Actually, didn't that bird look sort of familiar? Slowly, vaguely, and while the whole time scrutinizing the Pidgeot carefully, the memory of a huge, pink bird with less regard for personal space than Luke was comfortable with came to mind. That was one of Rosie's pokemon.

"Wait, is Rosie--" A series of deep coughs cut off the remainder of his concern. "Ugh. Gonna die." Retrospectively, there were probably better means to travel between Camphoreon and Sandalwood than running, of all things. His clothes were grubby and sticky. If he stopped to think about it, it was absolutely disgusting. He pushed off from his own knees, rising back to his proper height despite all exhaustion. He could rest later.

"Where's Rosie?" A pause for breath. It had been an impressive sprint, but he had never done one like it before and would probably never be able to do another like it again - if only because he specifically planned to never run anywhere ever again. "And Guy?"

Were he slightly more dazed, Luke might have fallen under the delusion that he could make sense of the Pidgeot's coos. However, his heart rate and breathing were beginning a slow descent to more normal levels, and the resulting clarity, ironically, left him nothing but confused and ultimately dismissive of the sounds. He did appreciate the fanning, though, and his expression indicated as much even if he never specifically stated it.

The obvious air of urgency the use of Rosie's name seemed to incur was worrying, but Luke couldn't help but hesitate even as Perdy beckoned him to seat himself on the bird's back. Sure, Pidgeot were big, but was really okay to just sit on one like that...? Well, it must have been okay if Perdy was assuring him so readily, so Luke pushed away his reluctance and carefully found a place aboard the flying-type. At least he wouldn't have to walk for a while, and that was a huge plus.