Russian Roulette

The girl loved taking risks. Walking around the busy town with her head bobbing, she had her headphones hooked into one of the newest pokedex available. It had a touch screen, hundreds of applications and an Mp3 player. Between her lips was a tightly rolled joint, she puffed away at the green herb carelessly, though she was frequently harassed by police the girl was good at getting away with things. Her pale complexion and concrete gray eyes made her appear somewhat frail, people often thought of her as blind, the way she sort of aimlessly walked about staring into nothing. They took pity on her. It wasn't a good idea.

' I smell sex and candy yeah...'She sang softly as she made her way through the crowd. She finished her herb as she neared the target. The tallest department store in the region, with a pokemon boutique at the very top. On her belt she had an empty pokeball, and on her finger tips were nearly invisible small and sharp diamonds. The idea, distract the shop owner, swap the pokeballs, and squeeze the glass back into place. Then disappear as quick as she came. It was like Russian Roulette every time. Worse come to worse she could simply have her Haunter possess the shop owner, and have him willingly ' Trade' The pokemon for some 'other' pokemon with little recollection of the event, but then again what fun would that be? and what if someone saw haunter entering or leaving the man? Either way these were all risks she had to take. Thievery was her bread and butter.

"Alright little miss anomaly," She spoke to herself, " you want a Sableye...very, very bad. Only if it's unique though. I mean.. it can't just be some plain jane Sableye, what fun is that?"

Standing outside the department store she put on some perfume, then smoked a cigarette. She was wearing a black tank top, that showed a little bit of cleavage, it had a bright blue R on the chest. Nestled between her breast was a blue pokeball, inside it was her Haunter, it had a few black cracks that seemed to run deep through it. Painted right above the control mechanism was a dark gold S, for Slip, the name he prefered to go by. On her belt was her Smeargle, in a ball that she had let him splatter paint. It was unique in that it had no paw prints or spots and was instead perfectly clean except for its tail tip. Tight jeans clung around her hips and a pair of worn out sneakers. After she finished her smoke, she committed herself to what she had to do and made her way inside the department store, heading for the closest elevator she could find. It was just a matter of prep work now.

After getting into the elevator and squeezing her way past a few larger people blocking doors and halls and such. Finally, the boutiques doors was in sight. She slipped past the guard, walking rather careless and clumsy. She bumped into the counter, placed her hands about the glass and roamed them around.

' May I help you maam?'

" Well I have this, and I wanted to see what you might trade for him?" She produced her Smeargle for the man to inspect, which he then promptly did so. Whilst acting seemingly blind she stared at the counter aimlessly, her fingers tracing circles.

The man was old and short, with thick glasses and he peered at it's coat. Then walked to the glass directly where her hand was. She froze, she had almost cut completely through the glass, he gripped the ball under her hand and pulled it out. " How about this Sable Eye?" He released it,

She stared into space again, took the ball her Smeargle belonged in and returned him, gripping it tight in her hand she wanted very much so to have them both. She knew she could to.
"Your Smeargles a bit odd, so is my Sableye, it's got a large diamond on it's back instead of rubies or sapphires"

She thought about it, then placed a splatter painted pokeball on the counter. He returned the sableye and put it beside it, she gripped his pokeball in her fingers, then quickly left. Though she had always assumed she was very smooth, this time she was caught before she made it to the elevator. The guards shouting " Hey you! that was an empty pokeball get back here!"

What else was there to do now? Run that's what and she did so very well. Bursting into the fire escape she released the haunter from between her breast. " Slip! I need it to be dark! " With that the large blue ghost grinned and waving about it's floating hand it conjured the black through nightshade. She only hoped that haunter would be able to distract them long enough for her to make it out of the department store.

She hurriedly ran down the steps at her pokemon furiously licked the growlith sent after his owner. The artificial darkness he had created was far to concealing for the guards to try themselves, so instead they hurried down the only other way they could, the jam packed elevators.

By the time she had burst out of the back doors of the outlet, her haunter slipped through through the walls, and found his way back to her. Slip proceeded to nuzzle at her chest happily, as if he had done well.

"dammit just get in your pokeball we gotta run!"

Damon pressed his eyes upwards smiling at the large mall staring at him. His diliated blue eyes took in the sight. He pressed a large hand down along his chest and abs panting the clothed torso for a lighter. The blunt hung limply from his mouth as he finally found his zippo. The light design had sevral skull and crossbone designs on it all in blue flame. He light the end of it and drug deeply to start the cherry. The sweet herb filled his lung, a smile sliding along his normally grim features, and walked forward the light thump of his combat boots hidden under all of the noise of the crowded town.

The smoke drifted gently through the crowd, the smell heaven to him, and up into the sky. Sure the police would evenutally go on a search for the smell but that would quickly end once they found the 6'6 man who was the perp. He smiled gently at his last encounter with the law. He took a deep drag from the purple philly and exhaled through his nose. The day was good the breeze relaxing. He had caught a flash of one decent looking women, but she had been lost in a flesh. The girl he had seen had a pokeball stuffed between her cleavage, some thing that she was not lacking in, and was talking quietly to her self. None the less she had looked good.

Damon closed his eyes on his neck inhale thinking of what brought him here to do and remembering he needed a few pokeballs after his last catch. He shook his head thinking of the prices at which a pokeball was these days. The sellers thought that they could charge any price they wanted to. Who would stop them? Damon shook his head. That's why he never bought pokeballs any more usually perfering to steal them. His hand went up to his neck playing with the pokeball that he father had given him on the last of his life. True strength, he sighed slowly leaning up against the wall finshing his blunt to make sure he had a good buzz going before he had to deal with this mall. God, he hated people.

Just as his hand slid along the back door of the place, it burts open, a girl and her haunter came screaming out of it and nailed him dead in the chest. He was knocked back from the force, his head being knocked back unable to see what happened to her. As he looked back he saw a pokeball roll lightly along the ground and the girl get pissed. " When this is over I swear we're fighting, but for now let's get the hell out of here." He gipped a pokeball and tossed " Machop smash the hinges on that damn door. " He nodded turning and using strength to jam the metal. He smiled and took him back grabbing another pokeball and yelling " Geodude roll out clear us a path." Damon always had a weak spot for bad girls with good bodies and look who lay before him. A path opened in the crowd follwed by the shouts of his geodude breaking legs to move people, and the police at ttheir back as they ran.

" Slip! Hand and Dial" The ghost was a pervert,but uncomprehendingly loyal, and upon hearing the command he kept his place directly between her back and anything that wanted to get to her. Though she had noticed the man, upon seeing that he was closing off the doorway behind them she simply continued her running.

" If your running with me, you might want to keep up." The girl only took a moments pause, long enough to light her smoke and assure herself that everything she needed was on her person. The long way away from the scene felt like a good idea, so through alley ways and over fences was the plan. Till the sound of Growlithe and police sirens die off at least.

" So are you even....gonna...tell me who you are?" She said panting, standing in what was at one point the parking lot of a pokemart, the department store had caused it to close down so it was empty and barren. A place for Anna Molly and her new friend to catch there breath. " Sorry about shoving the door in your face by the way...just in sort of a hurry.."