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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 8:27 pm
Lance paused and looked at Shadow blankly in silence for several moments as he asked how they knew each other. Something stirred in his mind and he continued to just stand there as the grunt got distracted by his previous tormentor. Had he forgotten?
He then looked on in what could be perceived as stunned silence when Shadow started to help him clean up. Then Rory turned around and apologized to him. There were no words, and Lance just seemed to be frozen in place, looking confused. This... wasn't supposed to happen. What were they doing?
His guard just rolled his eyes at the other two grunts. "I can't believe you guys. Being all nice and helping a prisoner, and even apologizing? You guys are way too soft. He's a traitor you know. And stop standing there you flaming idiot. Get back to work!"
Jarred by this command, Lance did just that and resumed his mopping.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:45 pm
Lance's lack of response to Rory's apology was starting to bother Shadow. The teen was starting to understand where the older grunt's impulse to entice a reaction from the man had come from. His behavior was downright eerie. Almost inhuman.
There was confusion in his face for a few seconds, though. A sign of emotion - that was good. But the instant the guard opened his big fat mouth, the red-haired prisoner was back to mopping duty. Shadow swore. He turned on the guard, striding up to him with his own mob brandished like a lance.
"You dirtbag! This isn't about being nice, it's about not being unnecessarily cruel!" He yelled, jabbing the filthy end of the mop in the guard's face. Frankly, he could have cared less if it touched the guy. He was too furious to pause in his tirade.
"To go out of your way to harass someone - even a prisoner - when he's just trying to do his job is a waste of time for everyone! So I suggest you grab a broom or something and make up for the time you've wasted yammering your mouth off, lazy a**!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 1:33 pm
Alright, getting him to back off the weird guy was one thing. Getting in the face of the prisoner's guard was another.
And the teen had just asked if Rory had a wish to be thrown in the brig!
Rory went over and put an arm around Shadow's chest to hold him back.
"Hey watch it," he said quietly, "you don't want him to lock you up, do you?"
He looked over at the guard that had been letting him mercilessly tease his charge before turning back to Shadow.
"He's not worth it."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 2:01 pm
The guard leaned back as the mop was shoved in his face, giving Shadow a sneer. "Wanna make something of it, punk? You should listen to yer little friend and back off before you regret it. If you wanna help -that- scumbag, then feel free. I'm just doin' my job."
Lance just continued to mop in silence, although he did watch the exchange out of the corner of his eye. To think that two Rockets would be sticking up for him like this. Although inwardly, Lance wasn't terribly surprised by Shadow's reaction... he had behaved similarly before. Back in a time before this, he thought all Rockets were like that guard there. Cruel, nasty tempered criminals that deserved to be locked up. Granted even these guys had likely done their fair share of crimes, but what Lance couldn't wrap his head around.. was why guys like them were in a place like this.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 6:47 pm
"Scumbag?! What the hell did that guy ever do to you, huh?!" Shadow hesitated when Rory caught him with an arm and threw his own words back at him. Alright, true enough. It didn't help that he himself had just been locked up for Arceus knew how many months, and he definitely didn't want go back to confinement. Still...this guy was their rank. Grunt level, same as them. Could he really do anything...? There didn't really seem to be any higher-ups around at the moment, and this guy was reeeally asking for it.
"...Thanks, Rory," the teen grumbled as he relaxed, lowering the wet end of the mop back onto the floor. Back as a trainee, he would have almost certainly gotten into a fist fight with the guard, whether or not he thought he would win or be locked up. Things had changed since then, though. A lot of things. Better to just turn and walk away.
At the sight of the sneer, though, Shadow lost it. He swiftly pivoted on his heel, turning back to jab the guard hard in the stomach with the stick-end of the mop. "I don't think your job includes harassing or encouraging harassment of the man," he said with a dangerously low tone. "Next time you let something like this go, I'm reporting you to an agent. You're wasting everyone's time for a few good laughs and too lazy to do anything about it yourself."
Stomping off before he really lost control, the teen immersed himself in the work of gathering up the food remnants, concentrating mainly on reducing the perimeter of the mess and confining it to a limited space that would be easier for Lance to mop up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 7:53 pm
"Oof!" The guard grunted as the handle of the mop connected with his stomach. The man now bending over, holding his midsection and trying to regain his breath as Shadow spoke. When he turned away though, the guard looked up with a venomous glare. "Why... you..." he hissed between his teeth.
Not about to let Shadow get away with that he stomped over to grab his shoulder and throw his fist at his face.
"You little p***k! I wasn't even the one doin the harassin! That was all thanks to yer friend there. And YOU are the one that's gettin reported to an agent! You traitor lov-!"
But the guard was cut off as someone else's fist was slammed in his own face. The guard was on the ground moaning as Lance stood over him with a stern frown on his face and the mop now on the floor.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:34 pm
When the prisoner's guard started to go after Shadow, Rory was going to step in. That was until he saw the prisoner's fist connect with the guards face.
If Rory had been looking for a response from the guy, this was the closest he had gotten to results since he started playing with the food.
He went over to stand by the two men, in case the guard tried to retaliate.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:43 pm
The young Rocket was not expecting the guard to recover so quickly, let alone throw a retaliating punch to hit him square in his own face. The hit sent him falling backward into a table, which he attempted to grab for support. Feeling a cut on his lip, he licked it away and wiped any left on the edge of his mouth with the back of his hand. Things were getting serious.
"..." Or at least they were, until someone else stepped in. The guard went down immediately. And who could it have been but the prisoner himself? Shadow gaped and glanced at Rory, as if the other grunt had put the redhead up to it. But no, by the look on the guy's face, his anger and actions seemed to be completely his own.
"...Thanks," Shadow eventually managed to say, still shocked and staring. If he had been able to do that from the beginning, why had he only done it now? Was it because he wouldn't stand up for himself, but he would for someone else? That seemed the only explanation. Unless whatever was off with this prisoner had something to do with it. He glanced at Rory. What just happened?
"Um...I think one of us needs to report this to a higher-up," he said finally, trying to get a grip. His head was still ringing from the punch, and brief, unfamiliar images flashed in his head. "As far as I'm concerned, this guy fell asleep on the job and hit his head on the table. Rory, you or I can replace him in his duty." He looked to Lance. "Are...are you okay, man?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 2:14 pm
Lance shook his hand a bit. Ow, that kinda hurt. However, his face returned to impassivity and he bent down to pick up the mop once more. He didn't seem to notice the stunned expressions on the two Rockets that remained standing. But he did pause as Shadow asked if he was alright.
"I don't like violence," he said simply.
Something then seemed to click in his brain and Lance reached into his pocket and produced a minimized pokeball, handing it towards Shawn.
"This is yours."
With that he went back to the mopping. There was still a mess to clean up after all.
The guard on the floor was silent. Apparently he has passed out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 2:44 pm
Rory gaped at the man they had been told was a prisoner. The guy had punched his guard. He had punched a Rocket. He caught Shadow's look and shrugged. I don't know.
"That sounds right to me," Rory responded, "do you want me to stay with him or do you want to report it?"
He watched, slightly stunned, as the guy handed Shadow a pokeball. Why would a prisoner have a Rocket's pokemon?
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 4:09 pm
Well, that wasn't an answer to his question, but the teen figured it was as close of an answer as he would be getting. This man didn't seem like the talkative sort. Nevertheless...he did talk, and even more, acted with a will. Wasn't there a saying that actions were better than words?
"...Thanks," he said, stunned when the redhead handed him a pokeball. What the hell? Was he giving him a pokemon? He thought Rory would have known something about it, but the other grunt seemed just as clueless as he was. He was going to ask more, but by that time, the prisoner had gone back to his duty.
"Um...would you mind reporting it, Rory?" Shadow asked, glancing at the guard on the floor. "And maybe taking this guy to the infirmary while you're at it?"
He glanced at Lance, then back at the blonde grunt. "I need to have a talk with the prisoner. ...Please?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 4:44 pm
Rory shook his head to clear his mind of the baffling thoughts of what had just happened. He looked down at the guard that had landed in a small spot that had been missed by the prisoner's mop.
"Okay. First the infirmary, then find one of the higher ups." He grabbed the unconscious grunt's arm and attempted to throw it over his shoulder.
Rory huffed under the guy's dead weight and headed out of the cafeteria.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:31 am
"Thanks, man. You're a lifesaver," Shadow told his fellow grunt as Rory picked up the guard and headed out.
Turning back to Lance, he picked up the other mop that he had dropped when he'd been punched and proceeded to help as he had previously attempted. "So uh...why are you a prisoner?" he began, not really knowing where to start.
So many questions, so few answers. He wasn't even sure how much this guy would be willing or could tell him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 1:39 pm
Lance didn't even look at Shawn as he just continued mopping. "I'm a traitor," he replied simply. Repeating the words that he'd been told many times over, and what the guard had indeed confirmed earlier.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:29 pm
Shadow's brows furrowed. He paused in his work. "...A traitor to what? Team Rocket?" Well, duh, Shawn. What else? "What exactly did you do?" The man didn't seem phased by his direct answer, but then he didn't seem phased by much at all.
The grunt put a hand on the prisoner's shoulder. "Hey...what happened to you? Why are you like this?"
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