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In his lifetime, Jerome had never spent more than a day away from the City, his family was to poor for vacations, and as he got older it become more dangerous to leave the gang’s turf.
So it was a fare assumption to say that he was a little unnerved when he found himself in a building plucked down in the middle of the desert. There was a lot of changes that he was going to have to adapt to in this new life, Ever since that chick he calls ‘Feathers’ got him into Team Rocket, the decision that ultimately saved his life.
It was the only reason he was able to walk his old streets today, slowly, and painfully, but still walking

Jerome was still suffering the effects of being shot… twice. Making more movement quite limited.
He knew coming back to the city was risky, but he had some things to see to, items to get, and then he would leave forever and never look back… there was nothing left here for him.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, Jerome took a roundabout way of getting to his old apartment. It was in the dead of night, usually the better time to go out with less chance of being noticed by gangs or cops walking around the dark streets, and there had been a strange increase in cops around the aria.

So far he was making good progress, he just had a few more blocks to go before he reached the building he had been living at with a couple of his buddies.
… He wondered if the blood was still on the floor.
Bowing his head a little, further hiding his features under a dark hood that was pulled up over her head.
‘Damn Jerome, yer going down a path ya should stay away from here’ he reminded himself darkly. Forcing image out of his head he told himself he would have to leave behind.
That was proving to be hard though, being in this place again.

Lifting his head up, just slightly enough so he could see, Jerome drew himself to a much slower pace when he saw something up ahead that made him become very cautious.
Down at the end of this street, right where he needed to turn were a couple of get gangster looking men that he didn’t recognize from his hood.
This was bound to get him into trouble, especially since he couldn’t just Parkour his way out of here in the condition he was in.

Blacked eyes made a quick scan of the aria around looking for an opening before they saw him.
He saw a door, for a business of some kind, he didn’t have time to see what kind of place this was before he casually, but smoothly stepped to the door, opened it and slipped into the building, head still to keep his face hidden. Glancing up only enough to look around once he was inside. “…”

A quick glance around the shop to make sure he wasn't walking in on anything he didn't want to be around, the hooded man lingered by the door for several seconds, peering out the window to see if anyone had noticed him come in.
"hn" He grunted softly, when it seemed he was in the clear.

It was now that he turned around to better study the place that he had entered, and right away, he could tell that it was some kind of mechanic's shop.
"... yo?" He said, glancing over to where the sound of drilling was coming from, though he was certain his voice was being drowned out.
He leaned forward, a few strands of dread locks falling out from his hoodie, before he reached up to tug it off of his head.

His attention was soon caught when a glowing eye was suddenly staring at him. This actual caused him to jerk back, and in turn drew a pained shout from him. his hit the door loudly and completely stopped himself from moving, his expression contorted in pain as a hand pressed against his chest. careful not to touch certain ******** it Jerome!' He swore at himself.

Jerome frowned back at the pokemon that had caught him off guard, thoroughly unamused. But the pokemon didn't linger for much longer, it floated up and went over to get the mechanic's attention from under the car.

Before the person could come out from under the car, Jerome quickly forced his strength back into his lets, carrying himself in his own weight, squaring his shoulder and standing a little hunched for and added chilled affect.

It was late, they were likely going to take one look at him and freak him out, hopefully he could buy their time for just a little-
"... Ink"

Black eyes blinked in surprise when the women came out from under the car, he knew it was her from her hair, but mostly those Tattoos. It was that girl he danced with the night he got shot.
"Aw s**t, this is yer shop isn't it." He recalled her address.

He took a look around again, It was strange coincidence, or just good luck that he would end up ducking into here in the middle of the night. This made him wonder why her shop was open so late anyway.

At the mention of it taking him a while to find it, Jarome lifted one side of his mouth and a half amused smirk, a sharp chuckled joined it, and he shook his head.
"Uh... well," He started, glancing at the door again before stepping in further, and turning his attention back onto the women,
"What kinda stuff do ya do here?" Fix cars, of coarse, he could see that for himself. At this point though, he was trying to buy time before she decided to kick him out for being a creepy guy loitering in her shop in the middle of the night.

An eyebrow cocked with the very sudden enthusiastic reply to his question, though if he could recall, she acted much the same was when he was casually asked about it back at the club as well.

"Ah, well." He started, glancing around the shop at the things she was clearly working on, She build robots? she wasn't kidding about that back at the club? "I don't know, lets see some of them robotics ya mentioned, got any examples?"

Jerome took a couple of steps into the shop when the women suddenly lit up and ran out of view,
taking the moment to glance back at the door, only to step further into the shop and behind one of the building supports so that he would be out of view of the windows.

He snapped his attention back in the direction that the girl had run when there was clattering and banging. his mouth opening slightly as he mouthed the word "Whaaa?"
... Noting fell on her... right?

But no, she was okay, she came running back in and holding what looked like a metal disk of some kind.
"Sonny ya said?" he asked, staring down at it with before reaching out to take it when it was offer.

The man turned it over a couple of times in his hands, before glancing back up at her. "What's it do?"

Cleans thing? this he had to see.
Jerome grew up poor, he didn't see things like this growing up. he had them in story books, toys for the rich.

He was actually rather interested to see how it worked, and he watched it closely, but as she reached up with one of her hands to show him how to activate it. his dark eyes caught something that caused him to do a double take.
"That a glove or somethin'?" he asked jerking his chin out to indicate her arm.

shortly after that, the disk in his hands started to change, and he was staring at a line of bristles. "Woh, Haahaa!" he laughed, reaching up to brush his finger over it "look at this."

Still totally jazzed about this cool gadget that he was holding in his hand, turning it around in his hands to take a better look around it.

He didn't get an answer about the thing on her arm, and this caused him to look back up at her, eyebrows lowering as he studied her for a moment with a calm expression.
"Get the feelin' that ain't something ya like to talk about, huh? S'all cool" he said with a shrug. "looks cool though, goes well with the style of yer ink."