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Jerome didn't let on very often that there were things that he had a weakness for, Not that he went out of his way to hide them, he just never found the need to really tell anyone about them.
One in particular, was the fascination and silent adoration he had with sunsets.
The Ex-gangster turned Rocket would find the tallest perch he could find in the city, and sit there, completely silent, watching as the painted sky changed colored and darkened, vanishing into the ocean.

Jerome had never been this close to the beach before, But as he had found that he was no longer constrained to the ghetto, There were many more freedoms he was allowed, despite the tied he has very firmly with Team Rocket now.

He should probably be heading back there now, but the night was young, he could travel in the dark... and the air wasn't unbearably hot today, he could probably use this time to think.

Jerome sat on the edge of a tall building, overlooking the ocean, one leg propped up on the edge of the roof, while the other dangled carelessly off.
one arm draped over the bed knee, a lit cigarette, breathing a steady stream of smoke from the glowing end curled into the air before the ocean breeze scattered the silver gas.
How he got up there was anyone's guess, unless someone saw the Parkour user work his way up the side of the building using every available nook and ledge, certainly not something seen every day. Then again, the same could be said by the man now sitting on the room, silently enjoying the sunset and a cigarette.

Light brown eyes were surrounded by pools of unnatural blacked, artificially colored with injections of ink. It wasn't the only thing inked on him, his already dark skin made darker with tribal tattoo's covering most of his upper torso and back, even the side of his face.
Half of his head covered in long strands of dreadlocks, draped to the side, half covering the still, listless gaze as locks of matted hair swayed with the cigarette smoke.

He was a well build man, not overly muscular, but for someone who could pull himself up the sides of buildings with barely so much as a hold for his fingertips, he was lean, and certainly looked like someone who could hold his own.
If this was true or not was left up to debate. one certainly looked intimidating, but can that really be something to judge someone? Most people would think so.

Further down. On the streets of the ally below, someone had opted to remain behind, and was clomping around on the damp ally ways, Little hooves making as much noise as he could muster, along with a string of "oinks" and jets of tire from dark nostrils.
The blue and silver Tepig paused, sniffing at something on the ground before he glanced upward. looking a little impatient. what was Jerome doing? "TeeeehPig..."

The Tepig however, was not nearly as pleased with having someone suddenly round the corner and -trip- over him.

His eyes were wide for a second as he hopped back away from the person, and the Pokemon with her, now growling at him.
Who was this? wasn't part of his gang, didn't know this chick! must be an rival gang.
Boss let out a loud snort, and jetted a stream of fire as a warning.

On the Tepig's leg, was a tattoo, seemingly unnatural, of what was a clear gang symbol that seemed to be the same of a street gang. Most people living on the streets could recognize art styles like that.

A she showed him the red R on the Rocket Dex, proving she was part of Team Rocket, his angry glare let up a little, and he blinked at the large red R for a few moments.

It certainly was the symbol for the new gang that his new trainer was in. It took him a little while to get used to, and just cope with how different being in Team Rocket was.

The Tepig gave a soft, indignant oink, and glanced upward to the buildings.

It was about this time when a much much larger pokemon appeared right out of thin air, the large dark purple Gangar with glowing markings, wearing a curious look on his face, and a thin grin, not nearly as wide as a Gangar grin usually went.
The ghost type stood behind the Tepig, causing the fire type pokemon's eyes to widen, and turn around Sharply. "TEPIG TE TE!" He snapped at the ghost in annoyance.

The Gangar simply closed his eyes and shrugged, green eyes opening again to look at the human with interest, his grin becoming a little wider "Gangar" He rumbled in a low voice, then looked up to the buildings as well "GAR GAR. GAANGAR!"
It seemed as if he was calling to someone.

That someone, leaned forward, a dark, tattooed and pierced head looking down into the ally where his two pokemon were... and what appeared to be a young women with them.
"Hm:" Jerome hummed thoughtfully, flicking the rest of his cigarette away, before starting to made his way down the side of the building, with surprising speed, and what could be seen as recklessness.

He made it to the ground unscathed however, hands shoving into his pocket as he strode over with a laid back, careless stride. Blackened eyes scanning over the women with his pokemon.
"Help ya with somethin'?" He asked,

As the block was knocked over to him, the Tepig promptly shot a jet of fire from his nostrils, engulfing the treat in flames, and reducing it to a pile of ashes.

"Hey, Come on Boss," The grunt said, leaning one of his feet out and nudging the pokemon with it "Don't go waiting food like that."
Jerome didn't sound like he was really that particular weather of not "Boss" as the Tepig seemed to be named, really listens to him or not.
Decasue even as the Tepig grunted some more and kicked his feet, Jerome looked back at the girl.

"Jerome." He gave his name, in response to her introduction, dark gaze lowering to watch the cat pokemon the girl had.
"This is Boss" He said, pulling a hand out his pocket to gesture to the Tepig. "and Bro'" His want flicked up to the Gangar, who grinned wide and crossed his arms.

Boss snorted again, lifting his head up high as he stamped a hoof on the ground watching the sulking kitty, Before she was tossed another block.

Jerome didn't seem to bothered by the fact that she tripped over his pokemon, glancing down at the Tepig, who didn't seemed hurt at all, though that's probably why he was so annoyed.
"He's made of tougher stuff then that, would take more then that to hurt him." he told her, in a way of just shrugging off what happened.

Jerome didn't know this girl, and thus had no idea she was a Rocket, he was bad enough with faced as it was, and he certainly wasn't paying much attention.
Looking down at Boss again, who frowned and trotted back next to Jerome.
"Yeah we thought so too. He's got the gang's colors." He said, reaching down to pat the Tepig's back.

Seeing as Rocket colors were black and red... it was clear he was not talking about Rocket, or perhaps he was just mistaken.