"No more than any other emotionally and mentally insecure and stunted Rocket bigshot wannabe is. He's got a Primeape, not especially powerful, but it fits him, I suppose. Don't really know what happened though, I left as soon as I got my new pokeball.I wonder what's inside?"
Leela continued to crunch her ice. The water in Celadon wasn't known to be the best, but ice was ice, and it was better than grinding her teeth. Her hand hovered over the new pokeball, emblazoned with the Team Rocket symbol, as always.
Wonder when they'll charge us for the use of these? Or if they're going to take the less cumbersome route of just not charging.
Max came up the stairs. Alex had gone down to talk to Proton but had told him to try and keep the crew from passing out before they moved on. He went over to the bar and stopped the drinking contests among members of Yellow Team.
Sitting down on his own, he took his cap off. He pulled out a small notepad with a pencil and began to write.
I've got these houses cased out... Should be easy to hit them on our way out of the city.
He kept an eye on the new members. Some showed promise, others disgusted him. The latecomers were going to get their own hazing eventually. He noticed the influx of non-Rocket members in the game corner. The boss sure had a good racket going on here.
After seeing some people coming in, Dylan removed his rocket cap and his glasses, which made him more presentable. He spots a cute girl buying a drink at the bar.
"Hi there. I heard you like mudkips."
After a few minutes, Dylan goes back to his spot with a red hand-shaped mark on his right cheek, laughing.
Scott laughed. "Smooth. Real smooth."
"What? You really think I was serious about that? I just wanted to see the girl's reaction. that's all. There's no way that I would use that mudkip line to pick up on ladies, hahaha"
The rain was pouring down as a figure donned in a large black rain coat walked through the city towards the game corner to meet up with the other rockets. The man walked through the rain not even noticing the cold or that people were going out of their way to avoid him. The silence was then broken after a little girl had run away from her parents had bumped into him.
"I'm sorry sir." The girl said slowly after falling down. He just stared at the girl without saying anything for what seemed like forever to the girl.
"You're lucky I am in a hurry or I would teach you the meaning of respect." Was all he said before walking away in a slow pace that would not seem like he was in a hurry to anyone but himself. He could hear the young girls parents running up to her after he had walked away, he couldn't hear what they were saying but they were obviously scolding her.
After walking for a few more minutes he could see the lights from the game center. As he approached the game center he could see that it was becoming busy. "Great a crowd, I hate crowds." He thought to himself. He went to the back of the game center and knocked on the door and waited for a moment.
"Steal Pokémon for profit. Exploit Pokémon for profit. All Pokémon exist for the glory of Team Rocket." he said reciting the secret code which made the door open.
Walking inside he removed his rain coat which revealed his large stature and spiked up hair style. He looked around for a few moments looking for a person he only knew as "Max Lewis". After a few moments he located a man who fit the description he received of max so he walked over to him.
"Damian Erion reporting sir. I have no excuse as to why I am late so I will accept any punishment you deem fit." Damian said introducing himself.
I have finally gotten a chance to introduce my character. Here is my character sheet for those who missed it or are too lazy to go look for it.
Character name: Damian Erion
Rocket name: Damian
Appearance: Damian stands at a tall 6'4" and weighs around 220 lbs of lean muscle. He has short brown hair that he keeps spiked in a faux hawk [http://s4.hubimg.com/u/2816979_f520.jpg] and has a five o clock shadow most of the time. He has the team rocket logo tattooed on his left forearm as well as the word "POWER" tattooed on his right forearm.
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Initial Pokemon: Farfetch'd, Abra, Zubat
Biography: Damian was born to a single mother in Fuschia city. He became intrigued by the safari zone from a young age and always wanted to explore what was inside of the safari zone but his family did not have the money to afford it. Damian started to save up his money so he could go inside the safari zone and at the age of 14 he finally saved up enough to go in. When he finally got enough money he rushed home only to discover that his mother was gone.
Damian's neighbor saw that Damian had returned and rushed to tell him that his mother was gravely sick and that they rushed her to the hospital. When he made it to the hospital his mother was already gone but she left him a note telling him to live his life to the fullest and to never be sad with what has happened. Damian was heart broken and sulked in his house for a week without any contact from others. After a week he decided that he couldn't just sulk around, at that point he remembered that he had enough money to go to the safari zone where he had always wanted to go.
On his way to the safari zone he noticed that people were talking about him, rumors had started to spread after his mother died and everyone suddenly thought he was a delinquent. It made him a little angry but he was able to make it to the safari zone. He was amazed by what he saw and started to walk around. After about an hour of walking around looking at the wild pokemon he decided to take a nap near one of the lakes. When he awoke he discovered a farfetch'd was looking at him. The second damian moved the farfetch'd smacked him with it's leek and ran away. Angry at being slapped he gave chase and after about a 10 minute battle with the farfetch'd he threw his only pokeball at it and was able to catch it. Feeling exhausted and slightly giddy that he finally caught a pokemon of his own damian decided to go back home.
Over the next two weeks the rumors had spread across the whole town and whenever Damian stepped outside he was met with the glares of the townsfolk and he couldn't understand why. He started to get angry at the villagers for thinking him to be a delinquent for no reason and just wanted to get out of the city. He had no way out since he could not afford to go out on an adventure like the other kids but one day that all changed.
There was a team rocket attack at the fuschia city pokemon center and suddenly Damian discovered a way out of fuschia city. He followed to where the team rocket grunts went to and found them two days later. When he asked to join them the grunts told him to buzz off but Damian didn't give up. Damian had challenged one of them to a battle and after a short battle he was defeated pretty easily. Impressed by his fighting spirit they told him that they could probably find a use for him so they let him join. He has spent the past few years as a part of team rocket and has shown to be completely loyal to team rocket.
Max looked at the soaking guy in front of him. Typical bruiser, he looked like someone from another color. He had the swagger of a regular though.
"Forget about it but I'll tan your hide next time you're late. The boss Giovanni was in earlier, had you walked in then we all would have been in for shit. Where'd they drag you up from?"
He studied the goon. He could take him if he needed to but he looked to be a good asset. More useful than the other trashy grunts at his disposal.
Damian studied the man in front of him, he was clean cut and gave the feeling that he had experience in what he was doing. He was not going to question his authority.
"I'm from Fuschia city sir. I've been with team rocket most of my life and now I am under your authority sir." Damian answered in his usual low tone.
"We're just waiting to move out. Go meet the rest of your team if you want, I don't care." he said dismissively. It was more fun planning out a break in than talking to yet another subordinate.
"Yes sir." He said before taking his leave of max.
At this point he suddenly noticed that he was still soaked from the rain. Not really being much for conversation he looked around for a nice warm spot to sit and dry off. He found a table to sit at and dry off that was slightly warmer than the rest of the area. Sitting down at the table he looked around at all the people who were playing the slots and who he thought were other rockets.
He sighed to himself while sitting back in the chair. "I wonder what I've gotten myself into." Damian thought to himself. He decided against going up and talking to the rest of the rockets, if they wanted to talk to him they would have to initiate the contact.
Damian looked up at the rocket who approached him. He studied the young man over putting a mental note of dylan in his head before responding.
"I was late I do not deny that fact, I got lucky that max was so forgiving but I best not try my luck again. The name's Damian, Damian Erion by the way." He responded not even getting up.
While I'd love to continue it's past 3am here now so I'm going to head to bed for now. I'll be back on tomorrow to respond to any posts.
Shitty weather. Rain was good cover if you didn't want to get spotted, people pay less attention with their heads down trying to stay dry, but right now that didn't matter so it only made it colder. Dirk scowled. Should have brought an umbrella. The streets of Celadon were suprisingly busy given the rain although the area was an entertainment hotspot. People were here all day, everyday. Good place for a pickpocket, someone could make a profit easy. Not that Dirk could get away with that stuff anymore.
The game corner was all bright and shiny on the outside, neon signs and flashing lights. Total craphole. The kind of place you'd stay away from if you knew what was good for you. It was packed to the brim.
"Steal Pokémon for profit. Exploit Pokémon for profit. All Pokémon exist for the glory of Team Rocket." What an idiotic phrase. Rockets think they're all big and glorious but at the end of the day they're just a bunch of thugs. I should fit right in.
Looking around Dirk saw the people he was teamed up with. Young. Really young. What is this? There didn't look to be a single one of them over 25. Brilliant. I'm stuck with a bunch of kids who'll probably just end up running around shooting their mouths off and breaking stuff. Maybe this wasn't my greatest idea ever.
Screw it, I'm committed now, might as well see where this goes.
"Sorry I'm late. Weathers pretty shit. Dirk Stevens, I'm supposed to report to Max."
Character Name: Dirk Stevens
Rocket Name: Grunt No. 16572
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Standing at 5?10? and weighing in at 175lbs, Dirk is of an athletic build. He has pale skin, blonde, short, unkempt hair and dull green eyes. His face is perpetually covered in cuts and bruises and his nose has obviously been broken in multiple places over the years. It?s probably fair to say he?s not the best looking bloke around, although he may have been once. He?s almost always slouching and does a good job of appearing unnoticeable which he does as much as possible.
Initial Pokemon: Voltorb, Ryhorn, Grimer.
Biography: Born and raised in Viridian, Dirk was an aspiring trainer in his youth. He was never a particularly nice person, however. Things which were taught to him as unacceptable never bothered him. He lied and cheated and stole. Of course he made sure he didn?t get caught. Still, he was a good battler and dreamt of the Pokemon league. Not that his parents would have any of that. So as soon as he left home at 20 he embarked on the gym challenge. Unfortunately, a string of losses and bad luck left him stranded in Saffron. Running low on basic needs, he turned to crime and discovered he had a knack for it. Theft, intimidation, mugging, you name it, he?d done it. It fit like a glove. Then the Rockets moved in and started impinging on his territory. It annoyed him at first but after many years he came work with them and rely on them. He?s finally decided he might as well join up. It pays better than solo work and it?s easier. A few years on a cushy shift, a couple of promotions and he should be set.
"Dirk Stevens. And yeah, I know I'm late. Thanks for pointing that out." Dirk gave him a once over. Damn, he probably wasn't even 20. Way to make him feel like an old man.
"Got any other prudent observations. Maybe something about how I'm wet, or how my face looks like someone rammed a truck up against it?" Dirk didn't really mean to snap but he wasn't a great mood.
"Dirk huh, heard about you. You had your own racket going on before the Rockets took over East Celedon."
He pointed at the uniform he was wearing. It looked new, the R was not faded like those of veteran Rockets.
"Well, at least you made the most intelligent choice. The other gangsters over there were run out of town or beaten. Most of them are in jail now."
He chuckled a bit.
"I'm Max. And this steaming pile of shit is Yellow Team. For better or for worse you're with us. You might as well go get hammered now." he said, pointing at the back to the bar. "Just make sure you're ready to leave. You never know with our commander."
Max really didn't give a shit whether or not he went for a drink. Old rival gangs had been a major thorn in their sides in the past. There had been blood spilled when Giovanni got rid of his brother. On principle those who had backgrounds in the old gangs were to be treated with suspicion. The man could be legitimately tired of dodging Rockets in the street or he could be a snitch. Even with the cops paid off there was always the chance of Erika finally finding an excuse to shut down the game corner. The boss was careful to avoid direct government confrontation. He would not be pleased if old rivals came back to shut down his base of operations.
Max sized him up. Another rough type. This one could be trouble.
So that was Max huh? Leader of yellow at his age was impressive. Dirk didn't know a lot about the Rocket structure but he knew enough about gangs to know that this guy was either really good or family. And Giovanni wasn't the family type.
He also could tell he didn't trust him which made sense. Dirk would've been more worried had he been completely welcoming. Probably best not to screw with him, at least for now.
"I think I'd rather dry off than get soaked again but thanks anyway."
Mayu found herself able to keep to herself for the moment while the others got to know one another. She would have normally been joining them, but she had many things on her mind at the time. She was thinking about the beating that had just happened downstairs, and was also wondering what was happening to the older man now. Was he being beat up some more? Was his life extinguished? She never knew what happened to people who were taken 'below'. The man had lost all of his Pokemon as well, including his beloved Vulpix. With a frown, she rubbed the Pokeball of her own Vulpix, hoping silently that she would never have to lose it.
"Yeah... All of my relatives were rockets. So I had to join it even though I don't like the things they do. How about you?"
Dylan orders two drinks and hands one out to Dirk.
Dirk grabbed it and took a swig.
"Just signed up. I've been doing this stuff for a while now and I decided it'd be best to get on the winning team."
Dirk grimaced at that. It might've been true but he didn't like it.
"I've done a little bit of outside work for them before though."
Zane watched as Dylan instantly began to make friends with the two newest late comers. All these people who are late, yet they all look ten times more competent then the idiots down in the basement with us. He thought. Damien looked strong, powerful. Zane wouldn't mind having him and his Pokemon alongside during an extortion mission. And Dirk looked old and bitter... but also competent. Like he had been doing this all his life.
In fact, despite the constant irritation that Leels was being, this team was actually starting to look pretty good. Zane was beginning to feel more at ease with this; working with the grunts he had seen so far seemed like it'd be a nightmare.
Zane noticed Mayu standing in the corner. She seemed to be lost in thought, and troubled. Zane remembered how she had ignored him earlier... But maybe he had just gone about it wrong. She was still really young after all. But eager to prove herself. Zane wasn't good with children... If he could get her to trust him though, it would certainly give him a useful ally.
He walked up to her: "Hey. Look. I'm sorry about earlier. Lets try this properly this time. My name is Zane." He stuck out his hand. "Mayu right? You doing okay?"
Believe me it's quite allright. That seems like exactly the sort of thing Leels would do, I don't take offense to her actions (though Zane of course does). Hell, you can even shut him down now if you think thats in character/story appropriate. So long as it makes sense I think it's awesome.
On a similar note, don't feel bad about having Mayu shut down Zane if you feel thats what she would do. If thats how the story should go thats how it should go, so no worries. *grins*
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