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(RP for Trainees! <3
Jerome, Inigo, Shawn, Ivan, Izaya, and Alba (if he so wishes)
if I am forgetting any other male Trainee, let me know and you will be added <3)

There was a lot of talking being done to Jerome, by people explaining what his 'status' was, and something about training and... room. Eh, Jerome didn't really pay attention, to be honest this whole place was nothing like he expected, he was still trying to cope with that fact.

Someone had come to him today, and told him he would be moved into some Trainee quarters... okay, whatever the hell that meant.
He just went with the flow for now, following the person who told him this, glancing around the halls with mild curiosity before he was stopped in front of a door.
More words that were only half heard from the man, and a folder was handed to Jerome, placed on top of the spare red Trainee uniform that he was already holding in his arms.

Man, thats another thing, these uniforms! Sure he knew Team Rocket had uniforms, but this was just... was the high neck really that necessary?
At east they were easier to move in than they looked. but still, long sleeves were something he was going to have to get used to.

Staring off after the Rocket who had escorted him here, as the man walked away to go... find something else to do, whatever, Jerome didn't know.
Black inked eyes shifted back toward the door in front of him, it was numbered.
"Hm" He reached out, and opened it, glancing in before he took a step.

It was a fairly decent sized room, though it wasn't spacious, taking up most of the room were sets of bunks, enough to hold eight people, trunks were set up at the end of these beds, and there looked to be a table in the middle of the room, with a scattered, messy arrangements of chairs.
This was just like those military movies he saw, damn.

"Damn, what time is it...?" Shawn groaned, rolling over on one of the lower mattresses. Which was just as well, because in a second he was on the floor, his fall only somewhat cushioned by the blanket he was wrapped in. Groaning, the teenage boy slowly opened his eyes to see a pair of dark, amber orbs staring back at him from under the bed.

"AHHH!" With a sudden cry of horror, he leapt up, tangled in his own sheets, ready to run to the far side of the room. Instead, however, his constricted legs caused him to trip and he fell flat on his face. "Oww..."

His female Jolteon came out from under the bed to inspect her hurt trainer. "Jolteon! Jol, jol?" she asked, nudging him lightly with her nose. The pokemon didn't seem to have the slightest notion that she had been the cause of his panic.

At the sight of the tattooed man with dark eyes and a half-shaved head, Shawn gaped. Sitting up abruptly, he scooted back on his behind until his back was against the wall. "A-a-are you a pokemon too?" he asked in a quiet voice, unable to look away from Jerome's black-marked eyes. The Jolteon at Shawn's side immediately leapt in front of him, snarling at the new threat and ready to protect her Shawn at all costs.

A certain pair of bright green eyes focused on the group in the room, one hand hovering over a patched Deerling that was laying on his bed while he blinked up at the other men perplexedly. Said Deerling was losing its pink spring coat to the bright green summer one beneath it, and it had already taken over in some areas while others seemed obviously contested. While the pokemon itself was hardly aware of the change, her trainer was extremely intrigued by it, and had been in the middle of recording observations about the thickness as well as several other things that probably only he found interesting. An uninterested Snivy sat on his bed against the wall while a large Meganium laid on the floor beside it, grateful that her trainer had one of the lower bunks instead of a higher one.

"Hey Jerome," he said with a partial nod towards the tattooed man before his eyes drifted to the other men. He remembered seeing Izaya at the bar and he'd met Shadow before, though the other guy was new. "You okay Shadow?" Huh, falling out of bed wasn't very pleasant anyway, especially when you did it in front of brand new roommates. Leilani wasn't perturbed by strange men in the least, and offered them all a happy "niuuu" in greeting.

Watching from his bed on the opposite bunk the young man sighs soft and grabs up his rubber band redoing his ponytail. It seemed two of his new room mates were decent, but the one who well might be one to avoid.

Sitting cross legged he continued to watch in silence. Shifting his eyes between the three he took mental notes about all of them. 'The one on the floor speaks as if he thinks himself as a pokemon. That isn't going to be a bother to me too much since I'm a bit odd as well being a loner and all that. The tattooed one is some what silent and oddly knows the one going on about ghosts... No matter there either I guess...Might as well say hi I guess.' Crawling over to the edge of the bunk he slides off the side and lands on his barefeet. "Uh...Hello."

Shawn hesitated. The dark man hadn't exactly answered his question. Just like the little black fox pokemon in the cafeteria, the guy could have been a pokemon in human guise. Shawn's new roommates suddenly all seemed to be fixing him with strange looks, though, so he decided to act as though he wasn't suspicious. "I'll...take that as a no," he mumbled in response to Jerome, not willing to anger the much larger and muscular guy. He was the sort that Shawn had always been running from and dodging on the streets of his old city.

Males, males, males. On edge though she seemed, Lindsay was quite content with the arrangement of the room. There were no females to make it clear to that Shawn was hers - except for Inigo's pokemon, of course, but she trusted Leilani and Fantasia to keep their distance. Deciding Jerome was no threat as the man's attention shifted, the Jolteon relaxed some.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Inigo," he told the botanist-to-be in gratitude as he attempted to untangle himself from his sheets and haul himself to his feet. "Just...he reminded me of this one pokemon I met in the cafeteria that, er, changed into humans." Maybe Inigo would know about it or what it was called, because Shawn sure didn't, and he didn't want Jerome to think he was crazy. He had had his reasons for being suspicious. Another man in the corner with a ponytail seemed nice, though. "Um, hello," he answered back.

Just as he was replacing his blankets on his bed, another strange man entered the room with a stack of books. He was pretty jolly for a Rocket. A little too jolly for Shawn's liking. "Uh...no ghost stories, please," he groaned. "I have enough nightmares about them as it is." Who cared if they laughed at him. The hadn't lived with the things on the streets for years as Shawn had.

Always afraid, always living in fear, sleeping with one eye open with the warning of elders ringing in your head...Stay away from the ghost pokemon; they seek to lick you 'til they sap you of your life...' 'They lurk in total darkness and cause violent shaking until death.' 'They're said to be from other dimensions.' 'Stay away from Gengar! They pretend to be your shadow. They're said to emerge from darkness to steal the lives of those who become lost...' 'They cast curses on people.' Yes, he'd heard all those and others - not only from his fellow street folk, but from the pokedexs' of trainers. With their pokedexs' to warn them surely no one would be stupid enough to try to capture a-

Oh, s**t! Shawn did not even have the will to scream as his blood pressure spiked along with his heart rate. Pokemon he feared in general; particularly the ones he didn't know. Some, though...it was because he recognized them that he feared them most of all. The Gengar that had seemed to appear out of nowhere scared the living daylights out of the boy as he bolted up a ladder onto a top bunk for safety. He moved so fast that his Jolteon hardly had time to react herself. Shawn almost seemed ready to scale the light fixtures if it would get him farther away from the ghost-type. Not only was it damn horrific with that freakish grin of its, but its coloring made Shawn want to die then and there. It looked radioactive.

Fixing to reply back to the younger looking guy Ivan watched him bolt up into a bunk with pretty much a look of pure terror. "Uh...." Guessing the kid didn't like ghost types Ivan chuckled just a bit since it was kind of funny.

Looking back to the others he found himself looking right at with the one who spoke of ghosts. Seemed this guy had interest in the fact he didn't wear shoes. Shifting his different colored eyes Ivan brushed a stray piece of hair out of his face. "Ivan Nikolai, but I go by Niko. Uh no I don't much like wearing anything on my feet if I can help it. I actually do pretty good at avoiding things laying on the ground."

Speaking of all the out pokemon Ivan wondered if his purrloin would like to come out. It wasn't ever friendly with him yet but if the others had out a few of their pokes maybe he should as well.

"A Pokemon that turns into humans?" Jerome asked in a half mumble, looking back over at Shawn, "Never heard of a 'mon that could do that." He gave a soft shrug, not seeing what the big deal was about a pokemon that could do that. This kid was all around just a mess of panic. "Dude... chill" He said hesitantly frowning at him.

When Bro' appeared, and interacted with Izaya, he watched for a second, knowing Bro would probably love messing with this dude as much as Izaya seemed to love messing with people.
"Didn't know what to expect." He replied to the dark haired informant with a shrug.
"Sharin; a room with a bunch of kids, I see Rocket recruits pretty early" He shifted a pointed stare at Shawn, before looking back over to the one being called "Botanist boy."

"Botanist boy?" He asked, with a frown. "******** if I'll remember that." he didn't even know what botany was.
"Shoes I can" He said, jabbing a thumb over at the Trainee without shoes.
"Dudes one of those information finger guys" Jerome explained to inigo. Probably knows all kinds a s**t bout you." He said, sighing slightly as he walked over to take a seat down in one of the chairs in the middle of the room.

Bro' cackled, but instead of hugging the other man, he swiped a hand out to smack one of Izaya's in a high five, crossing his arms and legs as he leaned back slightly. his bright gaze turning toward the kid that was FREAKING out. Bro' let out another loud cackle of amusement.

"Niko-chan! I like that. Is that Russian?" the talkative man asked. "I heard in Greek and German it means 'Victory of the people', but in my native language, it means 'daylight'. Or, if you use it as, 'niko niko', it's a sound effect for a smile. Isn't that funny?" he asked, pointing to his own smile for emphasis.

"Heh." Grinning darkly at Inigo, Nakura scratched his head. "What Jerry-kun said," he answered, jabbing a thumb in Jerome's direction. "I'm an informer. Or at least I was. And, as most people know, a good informer never gives away his sources." He leaned forward, his face so close to Inigo's that one might have called it inappropriate. It was invading the younger male's personal space, to be sure.

"Since it really was no trouble for me to obtain this particular bit of info, though, I'll give you some hints. 1. You have grass-types. 2. We share the same recruiter. 3. I read the newspaper. 4. There are very few people who are suspected of stealing their own research, and 5., There are even fewer who own pink Arcanines." He withdrew, righting himself as he crossed his arms over his chest with a self-satisfied smirk. "That said, I don't think it takes a genius to put certain facts together."

High-fiving the Gengar, Orihara chuckled. He wondered if his own ghost-type would appreciate 'Bro. There was only one way to find out. "Why don't you say hello to our new roommates, Celty?" Izaya asked, pressing the button on his pokeball and throwing it into the air to release the Odd Keystone within. The sleepy Spiritomb slowly emerged from the crevices in the stone, looking around curiously at the now-crowded room. So many men and pokemon! Oh, another ghost. Who was that? He seemed to be having a good time. she asked the Gengar tentatively, making quiet whirring sounds to communicate before a boy's yell startled her.