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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:25 pm
It wasn't one of his better ideas, it never was really, not with the potential consequences, and very obvious danger.
Yet here he was... again finding himself wandering the streets of his old hood.
Not like he didn't take this risk in the past. But in the past he at least had full mobility and the strength to get his a** up the nearest building, and out of there before anyone could hope to catch up.
No... he wasn't in any state to be climbing anything, making this an incredibly stupid idea.
But the ex-ganger had his reasons... he had his need to be on his old streets, eying the old corners and the calling rooftops.
The man wasn't nearly as messed up as he had been when he first got back. He was able to walk without any obvious sign of injury.
though the sleeveless shift he wore gave away many of his mostly healed wounds, and still broken arm from the experience he had endured during his time in captivity.
His piercings had yet to be replaced, and he looked like he had lost some of his usual bulk. But his posture was the same as it had ever been, casual, slightly lazy, with dark, eyes staring ahead, but keeping that alert slow scan of the darkness around.
He wasn't alone,
Far from it. though the creatures he aligned himself were unseen, a pare of green eyes, dipped within the shadows of the building watched the streets, and a hulking cobalt beast slithered its bulking form just out of the corner of Jerome's vision.
Jerome seemed to know exactly where he was going, and was taking the most obscure, back road way to it.
a rough hand reached up, rubbing over his jaw once the tattooed man brought himself though to a dark ally next to a crumbling apartment structure.
It was here he stopped, and stood in silence with soft, narrowed eyes up at the building.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 9:27 pm
"DAMNIT! s**t, ******** hell..."
The silence of the obscure road was broken by a steady stream of cursing from a sixteen-year-old kid. He kicked a tin can hard as he walked, his fury unleashed upon anything in his path. Shadow believed he was alone. Little did he know he was within earshot of others.
Lindsay was safely away in her pokeball. He didn't want to spook her and he needed some time to himself. It had been forever since he'd left headquarters, but he desperately needed to get out of there. Things weren't making sense anymore. He needed to cool off before he did something stupid. Again.
Lance. Pokemon League Champion. Brain implants. And Deimos, locked in a tiny cell. Was Team Rocket really any better than Team Galactic? Were they any good at all? But he couldn't back down now; oh no. Shadow was already in too deep. To ask to leave the organization would be asking for death. But could he really live with himself this way...?
Maybe he already had been. It was so clear now; how hadn't he seen it before? His mind had been tampered with; his memories erased. How much damage had they done? Shadow felt betrayed. This was too much. Perhaps death would be better. Surely not all the Rockets knew what was going on in those labs... Even as hardened criminals, there were just some things no self-respecting human being could abide.
Though he'd been staring at his worn, dirty sneakers all this time, the young grunt finally looked up, sensing someone else. A man stood there, glaring up at a decrepit building. The boy blinked. Something about the man seemed familiar, but his instincts told him to run. He was frozen to the spot, though, and it was long enough for him to find his voice. "...Jerome?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:40 pm
Jerome might have been more alarmed by the yelling... had he not recognized who it was by the time the string of swearing had ended.
with a chin inclining up a little, an eyebrow arching as he watched the opening of the ally, letting a few thoughts drift through his mind as he considered... firstly, what was Shadow doing here so upset about? And secondly... that noise was bound to attract attention Jerome would rather not have attracted.
He felt the air shift around him, knowing that bro' was shifting out of his shadows a little more in preparation to defend who he wanted, and even more so, the black mass among the opposing ally hunkering lower in a pouncing stance.
Bro' seemed to stop on his own, the half glowing Gengar pausing when he noticed a familiar ghostly presence around, one he had met before at Rocket.
"Gar...." Bro' mumbled, glancing around for the Haunter he sensed.
It was Hirss that had to be coaxed into relaxing, something Jerome managed with a gesture of his hand and a step into her path of attack.
When Jerome was spotted, the young boy voicing his name, the gangster lifted a hand to gesture him in.
"On turf like this-" Jerome started "You'll get the wrong kinda' attention shoutin' and kickin' s**t like that."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:32 am
The lurking Haunter was the first to react to the shifting shadows, careful to stay out of the younger grunt's vision but not bothering to conceal himself from the other Rocket and his pokemon. He emerged from one of the alley walls, holding up his clawed hands in a sign of submission.
Then slowly, quietly, he put one claw to his serious line-of-a-mouth and submerged himself back into the darkness of the shade. If the other ghost wanted to join him, he was welcome, but just then the kid approached. It seemed the Haunter wanted to stay off his radar.
This wasn't much of a problem as the oblivious-seeming teen sauntered directly toward the gangster. His prior caution and eccentric paranoia as a trainee was completely absent and it was as if he'd never been in a back alley before. Little did he realize his subconscious had guided him to this place; the closest setting he could come to what he had previously called home in Goldenrod City.
However, the sight of Hirss was enough to give Shadow pause; he halted where he was, a few good feet from Jerome and his well-hidden, protective monsters. "Whoa...um, sorry, dude," he said, lowering his voice considerably as he tried to make out the hulking water-type that his fellow grunt was calming. "Didn't know you or anyone else was around here." He frowned and tilted his head. "Whaddya mean by 'turf'? This someone's territory?"
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 6:12 pm
Jerome didn't seem concerned about Hirss once he made it clear to her that this boy wasn't an enemy, and while her posture still suggested a growing agitation, she didn't slip out any further from the alley, concealing most of her body, save for the occasional glinting of her chitin armor as she shifted around the darkness.
"S'cool" Her master, her trainer, her caretaker, a man as equally shrouded in the darkness of the alley stood opposed to Shawn, but with a much less intimidating posture. If anything it was calming, and warm.
This was a kid he spend that time locked up with.
At the question about the turf Jerome offered a soft nod, before jerking his chin to indicate the street out behind Shawn.
"Streets 'round here now belong to that gang Griffin' runs. Got more Griffs then ever runnin' round here, the ******** won't take no s**t either."
He lifted a finger to his lips, to indicate a situation that called for a little more quiet for the time being.
"Even less friendly t' rival bangers."
Bro' squinted one of his eyes, glancing around at everyone in the group, before looking back to the haunter as he shrank back into the darkness.
With a click of his teeth, Bro' crossed his arms, eyes shifting back down to Jerome before the too slipped into the darkness with the Haunter.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 4:14 am
The street kid had originally assumed that by 'turf', the gangster had meant urban pokemon territory. He had no idea the man was referring to human gangs until unfamiliar names were brought up. Even then, he still couldn't be sure, not knowing all the names of the pokemon that had been discovered as of then.
Despite Hirss' apparent decrease of aggression toward him, Shadow chose to keep his distance. No point in making Jerome's pokemon wary of him. After all, they hadn't been out and about when the teen had gotten to know the tattooed man during those endless weeks in Galactic's clutches. And with their trainer as badly-injured as he was - with how close he had come to death - Shadow really couldn't blame them for being protective.
He glanced behind him as Jerome nodded toward the street he'd just crossed. When his attention turned back to his fellow Rocket, it wasn't the gang - pokemon or human - that he seemed concerned about. "Jerome, what are you doing here? You're still healing. What it those - those Griffs or whatever come around and you can't stop 'em?"
Shadow watched Bro disappear out the corner of his eye as he continued. "Even with your pokemon out, it's still too dangerous. At least I can run."
From the darkness of the shadows, the Haunter attempted to quietly greet the glowing Gengar. he said softly.
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