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Post by Alexander James McCormick on Jan 3, 2013 21:20:29 GMT -6
He could remember finding this old building a lot time ago, before he had ever heard of Team Rocket. At first, he had thought that it was just a decaying building, left to do nothing but fall over and eventually become a pile of rubble for the wild Pokemon to play in. Turned out, however, that it was a Team Rocket base. Who would've thought, hm? He sure didn't, although he never let that stop him whenever he was returning from small errand that they had sent him on when he was still young. Now, of course, he was returning, although for a completely different reason. Well, sort of.
It was easy getting past the guys standing guard, and, rather quickly, Alex found himself underground, and sourounded by a hell of a lot of electrical equipment and whatnot. How could no one hear something like this coming from underneath a building Then again, Rocket probably had a heap of fellas who knew how to make soundproof, or whatever. Yeah, that was probably it.
Alex zigzagged and crossed throughout a lot of the base, getting lost quite easily due to the magnitude of the base. Finally, after being pushed in the right direction - and quite literally, I might add - the young man finally found himself at the lab, where he was supposed to get his starter so he could do whatever it was the high-up's wanted him to do. Probably not much, he had guessed.
"Hullo?!" he hollered as he walked through the open door to the lab, taking his time and deciding to knock on the door frame before entering. "Hey, yo! Anyone here?" he tried again when there came no response. ]"I'd like to get my starter, mind you, and I ain't got all day!"
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Post by Ella on Jan 3, 2013 21:38:50 GMT -6
A tall woman with red rimmed glasses appeared. Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulder. She wore a white lab coat over a black dress with a team rocket insignia on it. Her face seemed to be calm and collected, of course I was that woman. I blinked as I saw the man. I pushed back some stray strands of hair from my face and looked at him for a moment.
"Hello, if you request a pokemon, I might as well know what you want. What shall it be? A Houndoom? A Murkrow?" I looked at him through shining glasses. Today I was told to wait for a new grunt or so called underling to get his Team Rocket starter. It had made me curse because I hated dealing with stupid fools. I walked back to a desk with cluttered pokeballs and potions. I picked a few up. I tapped my long red painted finger nails on the desk. What was I forgetting? I turned back.
"Hurry and tell me before I die of being consumed by too much stupidity." I walked over. My black high heeled boots clicking the ground. I stared at him intensely with unwelcoming eyes. Such peasants were even a loud to come into the same room as me? It was disgusting. If this man maybe got to an elite member I'd consider not thinking of him like a weak Igglybuff.
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Post by Alexander James McCormick on Jan 4, 2013 20:17:01 GMT -6
Well, he was thinking about being nice to whoever decided to help him with his starter. This was, after all, going to be his first real Pokemon - that actually belonged to him, anyway - and he was planning to try and be a little... nice to who ever got him his starter, however, he decided otherwise with this women. Sure, she seemed rather, as one would say, good looking, however her attitude made him think otherwise, weather she was actually being crude to him or not. Then again, he probably wasn't the one to talk, considering his own personality.
"Well," he said with a cough, balling his hand into a fist to cover it, although doing nothing to cover the glare he gave the woman, "I would like a Houndour, if you have anymore in."
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Post by Ella on Jan 4, 2013 23:33:55 GMT -6
I looked at him and fixed my glasses. II turned with a whip of my dress and searched for the correct pokeball. I frowned. Many new Team Rocket embers enjoyed getting a Houndour. They were some how menacing to them. I looked inside a few drawers, but was unsuccessful. I held up a finger and went into a back room with many different pokeballs, most stolen. I chose one with a flame and moon insignia carved at the very bottom. I rushed out and handed the man the pokeball. I placed on a smile which was required.
"There's your Houndour, remember, if you betray us we'll wring your neck out on a clothes line." I bowed and walked back to my desk. A Litwick swaying back and forth happily as i returned to filling out papers.
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Post by Alexander James McCormick on Jan 5, 2013 16:19:50 GMT -6
Well, at least this woman could get things done quickly. It didn't take her long to go and find him a Pokeball that contained a Houndour, as well as his starter pack. He had personally taken a liking to Houndour due to his father's Houndoom, and had thought it a good idea to get one in the first place, namely because a Houndoom could be just as intimidating and scary as any other Pokemon that Rocket seemed to have here. And a scary Pokemon seemed to be a good a Pokemon as any, these days, what with the lousy and scardy-cat trainers out there.
When he was offered the Pokeball and bag, he merely grumbled out a thanks as he took them, trying to ignore what she was saying as he did. He wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon, of course, so there was no worries about wires. Without a second glance, the Rocket Grunt stomped out of the lab, not even hesitating to look back at all. Then again, he didn't seem to have a reason to.
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