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 Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 1:03 am
To say daily life style was different now that he was a Rocket would be an understatement, nothing abut it was similar to how he had lived his life up until now.
Starting as a trainee, what Jerome knew and expected, to be the bottom of the food chain in this gang... organization, whatever.
He didn't have much in the way of expectation of what he would be put through, what kind of life being a Rocket would lead, he knew only rumors of their power, being a street thug.
But this place was nothing like he would have guessed, crazy organized, with uniforms, living in a room with 7 other trainees, daily training, daily chores,
Yeah.... Jerome cleaning now.
Life really was different.
He tried to remind himself to just go with it, consider himself reborn, he was only alive now becasue of Team Rocket, and Feathers.
He was lucky to be cleaning, he was luck to be doing anything at all.
... Still, he wasn't really enjoying himself, on the contrary, despite his convincing he wasn't really feeling up to mopping today.
The wounds he had gotten from the end of the gang war were healing, but they were still keeping him from most of his usual physical activities, this included what he loved doing most, Parkour.
That was his freedom, and he had been kept from it for quite some time.
The dark tattooed man was on cleaning duty today, but instead of mopping through the puddle under the sprawling mop head, he had his hands folded on top of the pole, his chin resting on his knuckles as half lidded eyes stared out one of the windows in the hall, board out of his mind and wishing there was more to look at than the stretch of sand.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 1:21 pm
She hated cleaning duty. It always meant she had to clean something disgusting that she didn't want to clean in the first place: Toilets, hall ways, sinks, floors, walls, did she say toilets? Ally's face scrunched up a bit.
Just freaking disgusting.
"Where is that place again? I have to look for a tattooed guy with dreads...Shouldn't be too hard." She wandered the halls until she came to the room that she was supposed to be in. It didn't smell too bad and there was some one already there, staring off into space. Blowing up her bangs in frustration, she walked up to him and tapped his shoulder with a bit of a stretch.
Why did the men in this facility have to be so freaking tall? She didn't know...That was something for her to decide to pick through later...
Squaring her shoulders, she opened up her mouth:
"Are you the tattooed man I'm supposed to be helping?"
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