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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 1:52 am
Here we go. It's the most nerve wracking part of any teenagers day, and it seemed like being a Rocket gave no exception. Here she was, once again, same situation, totally different place. Trey in hand, she turned and took a deep breath. Time to find a place to sit. At her school, it had been easy. Wherever she sat, people left. That was surely not going to be the case here in this cafeteria. No one knew her here, and if she wasn't careful some bouncy girly girl was sure to try and make friends. But, friends are good, right? Wrong. Not when you've spent you're whole life as an outcast. Friends are overrated.
... There! The new grunt spotted an empty table. It wasn't as far in the corner as she wanted, but it was empty. Swallowing hard, she made her way over and sat down with a mental sigh of relief. Now she just had to eat her lunch and skitter away to the training room before anyone bothered her. That shouldn't be too hard... should it?
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 12:17 am
Seems he came at exactly the wrong time. It was hard when you were on the schedule he currently was. Who knew training would take that much time. He grabbed his food and looked around for a good seat.
He spotted one around a grunt he hadn't seen much of. And she was a girl, kind of cute. He wondered how team rocket managed to find all these girls anyway. They seemed to stream in on their own, and they tended to be violent.
Perhaps experience should have told him something, but he wasn't one who liked sitting at crowded tables full of the less pleasant of the sexes, so he walked over to her and set his tray down. She didn't have pigtails like some other girls, but a flash of bright purple caught his eye. "Is that an extension?" he wondered aloud as his hand, almost of it's own accord, reached over and tugged on the strand of hair.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 12:31 am
Two things flashed through the young grunts mind: First, she knew this would be nothing like school, where people left her alone; and second, who the hell was this guy to go around pulling on people's hair?!? Instantly her eyes narrowed to slits, and with a flash of grey the hair-puller got a smack across the face in the same swing that knocked his hand away.
Ok, so she wasn't the most gentle of females.
Now, if she were any other girl raised any other way, the fact that his uniform screamed Agent would have had her blushing like mad and stumbling out apologies. Of course, she wasn't any other girl raised any other way, and he had started it. Letting out a huff, she decided that was the best story to stick to, seeing as how he could still make her seriously regret the back-hand. "Don't touch my hair."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 12:56 am
Smack! For a moment he could only stare at her, and then he grinned and reached for the strand once again. Over his sunglasses he made eye contact with her defiant and yet a little playful.
Telling him no was never something that worked well. It usually got the opposite from the desired effect. Like the time when he was disallowed that charizard action figure as a child. So he punched the kid and took it, much tot he embarrassment of his mother. "I will if I want."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:08 am
Ok, scratch the first thing that flashed though her mind. This was exactly like school, and she's just found herself a bully. Those striking green eyes he flashed over his shades were not going to make her think any different. After all, she was dealing with a guy.
This time when he reached for her hair, she just glared at him, holding eye contact. The hand that smacked him the first time raised a little, while the other hand by her belt made a soft flick. Veeeee! Little Trae popped out of her ball and latched onto the Agent's hand, dangling almost comically from it with a menacing growl curling her lips. Well, as menacing as a not-quite-15lbs Eevee could be. The Grunt knew she was probably the least scary critter in this whole establishment, but no way was she being pushed around by this... this... MALE! "Don't. Touch. My. Hair." She put as much malice in her voice as she could, though in all honesty it probably had about the same effect that Trae did.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:52 am
"Owe!" what with it and pokemon biting him? He held up his hand and looked a the pokemon, attached to his glove. And it was the same hand! he thought to himself frowning. Seemed that once it happened his hand was just was a magnet for more.
But still the girl was impressive, her eyes flashed at him, and she unleashed possibly the most not threatening thing in all of HQ on him. Completely not a threat, but still, for some reason, "You know... You are cute when you're mad."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:01 am
...Huh? He totally floored her on that one. SO not the reaction she was expecting, but by the looks of the male she should have. Crossing her arms after a snap to the Eevee, who promptly let go and dropped to the table with a clatter, she took a moment to really take in this male. Tall, dark and handsome. Recipe for disaster. Still... He didn't retaliate. The fact that she wasn't skid across the floor and slammed up against a wall was enough to make the grunt just a little bit intrigued.
"You know, sunglasses are not normally worn indoors."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:37 am
"So I have heard." he sat by her, not asking. There was no where more inviting to sit, besides the grunt intrigued him. The eevee was common, but obedient. He reach over to pet the pokemon, this time noticeably with his left, but his right hand was occupied by a more important job of using the fork. "you have a nice eevee here."
The girl might have also noticed that his voice was deep baritone, almost completing the dark mysterious stranger routine. Except he was wearing the black hat, a mark of the grunt and his hair was messy, like it was shoved under the hat to keep it tame. The uniform wasn't perfectly pressed, but still looked brand new.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:45 am
For a second she just stared at the man. He wasn't going to be easy to shake. But, then again, why did she always have to try to be alone?
Trae gave out the Pokemon equivalent of a purr, stretching into the pet now that she was no longer called to attack him.
The grunt stared a second longer, then turned to the food in front of her. "She's a sweet thing, really. A good friend, but obviously not good protection against stranger danger." That was the longest thing she had said since becoming a Rocket. Still, her voice stayed neutral, as if the whole thing was just a bore. "I'm Luxury." She almost asked about his hand, but figured he was a big boy. He could take a n** or two.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 3:02 am
"I'm Panther." he gave one last glance to heir hair and then let it go. This lunch would be pleasant in other ways, no need to let the impulse ruin it.
"And I wouldn't say that. She has the makings for a good pokemon. She charged head first against something about ten times her size, that's impressive for an Eevee." he petted Trea and then tried to coax eevee into a better position to pet her. Some how he managed this all around a few bites and hardly looking at the stuff the workers called food.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 3:11 am
Swallowing a bite of ... whatever it was on her trey, Luxury had to smirk. Even after Trae bit him he still pet her and complimented her. But then again, boys play mind games. "True, she's brave and loyal. The thing just showed up the day I left to join T.R. and wouldn't leave me alone." Jeeze, since when did she talk so much?
Trae let out a squeak and wiggled closer to the Agent.
"Oh, and by the way," She had noticed that little glance at her hair again, "It's real hair. Extensions are for sniveling children who can't decide things for themselves and have to get others to approve of an idea."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 10:53 pm
He glanced at it and raised his arm at her hair, fork still in hand. Self control. Self control. Self control. He frowned at her. "You know for someone wanting to have your hair left alone, you really are making it hard." he managed to force himself to take another bit instead, face scrunched in what could only be a small pout. "And I wasn't wondering. I just like pretty long hair."
His other hand stopped petting in his distraction.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:12 pm
Trea blinked once. Twice. Three times. Veee! The little Eevee scooted closer in protest to the pettings that were no longer there. She wanted love, and she was going to get it!
"Mmmm. Well, sorry, I chopped mine off a while ago." Luxury had never really liked long hair, it got in the way and gave the bullies something to rip from her skull. At least she could see what was coming at her bangs, and for a second it had looked like a fork was coming. Lucky for both of them, it returned to the food. "Why don't you grow out your hair?" She was finding it a bit more difficult to keep the dullness in her voice.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:35 pm
His hand returned to the little pokemon's head and pet it more, absentmindedly, like a hand that was well praticed in giving this type off attention.
"too bad." he murmured at her mention of chopping off her hair and then, "I have it at about the best length I can go and still keep it low maintenance. I don't want it so long that I have to actually keep a brush, but I'm too lazy to cut it and keep it short. This length is perfect for the maxim laziness factor. Besides, I can't see my own hair anyway, so I couldn't care less about it's looks." he shrugged and relaxed again. Hair wasn't really his thing, except when hanging off a pretty girl's head. Then he just wanted to tug on it, weither for the hair or the pretty girl, he never really knew.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:41 pm
Once again, the Eevee was content.
Luxury nodded. "Same. When I was little, my hair was down to my butt. Mother was always wasted so I had no help at all washing and brushing it. When I was 12 I took scissors to it, and while it looked bad it was at least gone. It wasn't until I stole enough money that I could pay for it to be properly chopped off!" The grunt snickered, remembering. "I never really cared about my hair, either, until I hit my teen years. Everyone was always styling their hair in pretty and stylish ways..." Quickly, she shook her head. "Of course, I never cared about style. I just wanted my hair to look the way I thought was cool." Luxury tucked a matter-of-fact nod at the end.
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