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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:09 pm
There. Luxury pulled her hat down tight, peeking out from the crowd of people gathered around a Dance Dance Revolution game. It was a common sight, as the game was quite popular, but this particular player was quite unusual.
This player was an Umbreon. An Umbreon named Nova.
If her raver coloration wasn't enough, her skills at the human game grabbed the attention of everyone around. This was a problem, because Luxury wanted her. Why? Because she was making her owner very rich. The punk was betting on Nova, taking bets on high scores and when the Pokemon would finally faint. That Umbreon had to belong to Team Rocket.
The grunt flicked a Pokeball from her belt, and a blue-eyed Purrloin landed by her side on alert. With a small point at the dancing Umbreon, Chora skittered around feet and kept close to the stage. It took some patience, but after a couple hours Nova collapsed in exhaustion and was returned to her ball.
Bingo.
Luxury slipped though the crowd, moving closer to the punk and closer to the game stage. When she was close enough, she cried out the magic word: Fire. People freaked out automatically, which was understandable seeing as how they were in a building packed with electrical gaming equipment that could short circuit and blow. None of it did, but nobody looked. The punk trainer was among the freaking crowd, and Luxury stuck out a foot.
BAM! He hit the ground and Chora was on him in a flash. It only took half a second, and the pair were darting out the back. Darting though an ally, Luxury scooped up her accomplice, belted the newly obtained Umbreon, and crashed into something as she ran out onto the street sidewalkthatshe hadn't realized she been so close to.
s**t.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:30 pm
Once one got over how many people were around, the city was pretty boring. At least, this is how it was proceeding for Luke. He was acquainted with the hotel - it was boring. He was acquainted with the park - it was boring. He was acquainted with the eateries - tasty, but boring. He had wandered a bit further from his comfort zone than usual today, in search of something of interest, and was effectively derailed from this quest when something slightly smaller than him suddenly smacked into his person, causing him to tumble unceremoniously to the pavement with a shout.
His first instinct on recovering his bearings was, of course, to be angry. "What the hell! How about keeping a damn eye on where you're going, you stupid--" Well, it was hard to finish that thought when he wasn't even one hundred percent sure of what it was that struck him. He fixed a cold glare on the offending party. Some chick. He picked himself up and brushed at his clothes, inspecting his person for damage. If a single thread was torn, she was so paying reimbursement...
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:46 pm
"You stupid what?" As it were, both parties of the ungraceful collision had a first instinct of anger. Despite being shorter and female, the grunt scooped up his shirt front in a fist with her words. She had just stolen a Pokemon. She was still in adrenaline mode, and this trainer got In her way.
Luxury didn't stand for name calling. Not since high school. No more. Unfortunately they were out in the open. Not good not good not good. Using the momentum of unbalance from the fall, the grunt pulled the male back a foot and back into the ally shadow. Chora was growling at him, and Luxury released his shirt to brush off her own, knowing the little cat would stay on him if he fled.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:58 pm
'Stupid idiot' was how he would have liked to reply - redundant, perhaps, but sometimes a situation simply called for redundancy in order to make a solid point - but was interrupted when the girl suddenly tugged at his shirt. What.
"Excuse me, but what the hell is your pro-- Wha- Let go!" And then he was tugged into an alley. "Hands off!" He swatted at her hand as she released him, not caring whether or not he made contact. "Seriously, where do you get off?!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:12 pm
"Big mistake." Luxury growled as his hand smacked into her arm. She hated violence, she hated being on the front line of things, but this brat got in her way with an adrenaline rush and had fired her up. She slammed him back, forearm across his windpipe. "Do you have any idea who your messing with? I'm a Rocket, punk, and you got in my way." Mentally Luxury hoped revealing oneself to be a Rocket wasn't a major no-no.
She was just about to snarl out a threat when shouts could be heard on the street. The punk. Crap.
What to do what to do... If she ran this kid may stop her and turn her in. She couldn't leave him and run, but she couldn't kidnap him either. Letting him go she paced back and forth, pulling her hair. Last time she swiped a Pokemon she had a departing boat to get her out. Now? Now what!?
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:14 am
Luke instinctively raised his arm when the girl's own approached him, lessening the impact against his throat. Rosie had said the city could be dangerous, and it was only mostly due to ego that he had been confident enough to assure that he and Mieu would be fine. At her words, an angered scowl turned contemptuous, even disgusted.
"So you're one of those people," he said, returning his arm to his side with an unwaveringly seething glare. The kind girl standing there with tears in her eyes appeared in Luke's memory, intensifying his indignation. He paid no mind when the girl began pacing, evidently worried about something that he could care less about.
"You're pretty pathetic, huh? Stealing things that you can get for yourself by walking into some grass and chucking a couple of pokeballs." It really boggled his mind just how stupid the whole thing was. He couldn't believe that he was actually witnessing someone pulling such an idiotic stunt.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:30 am
Now that one stung. One of those people? Pathetic? He had no idea. He had no clue what drove her to Team Rocket. How dare he judge her!?
More shouts were coming from the street. This was so not good.
"Look," She stopped pacing. "I never had that option ok? Not everyone can afford Pokeballs. I'm not a spoiled rich kid like you, ok?" her anger was fading, despite the rising panic.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 10:17 am
"So what?" he countered, placing his hands on his hips. "You never had the option, so anyone that did have it doesn't deserve to keep what they earned? You don't even need pokeballs half the time. Throw some food at them and they're your friends forever." Stupid animals that they were. But whatever, that wasn't the point of this rant. He was confident in his abilities should the exchange dissolve into violence, but he somehow didn't foresee violence as an effective means of resolution under the given circumstances. After all, he was only assuming she had stolen a pokemon, and even if he managed to subdue her, there was no telling how many she had, which weren't hers, and to whom they actually belonged. All he could do was be angry. And oh was he ready to be angry.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 10:37 pm
Who did this spoiled little so-and-so think he was? "I never had that option, either! Do you see meat on my bones? You're a guy, you can't tell me you didn't notice my figure in the first three seconds you saw me."
Sirens. By the time a false alarm is realized the first responders are there anyway. Crap crap crap crap.
"Ok ok, calm down, I gotta think..." Ugh, some Rocket she was. Luxury mentally kicked herself for not paying attention to the get-a-way training. How did she ever pass Trainee? "Look, I got this pokemon off a punk betting on how long she could dance until she fainted. He abused her. Feel better?" Never mind she has the same idea planned.
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