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Post by Ischade Nyx on Oct 17, 2014 22:26:18 GMT -6
take a look all around
Her steps were quick. Eyes, blackish-grey, looked around the area as if to make sure of what was neither wrong nor right. It was the back-ends, and alleyways that hid behind the buildings in Saffron City. Of course, Team Rocket ruled these streets, and she was part of that team. With a white coat, her uniform was relatively hidden under it. Two long ponytails, rings attached at the end in a style that takes her time to set up. And her short bangs, framing a young like face, but also a face that was scowling and dangerous. Those on these streets, those that lived here like rats and orphans, knew this woman. Her steps were leading her to a building, one that most wouldn't even think existed in this city.
The orphanage she was raised at. Settling herself outside, she watched the place with a curious gaze. She did this very often of course, as she was often stationed on patrols in these areas, trying to squash dissent to their cause. The back-alleys were their breeding grounds, their future members she figured. And what more then to teach them the ways of a adults, by sending someone that used to be from around here? Sure, other people also ran patrol routes, but she didn't think any of them were like her. With a practiced motion, she pulled out a pokeball, and with a flick, she threw it in the air. Suzumebachi then appeared before her. As per their daily ritual the pokemon flew off.
Her beloved partner would scout the area of course, letting her keep an eye here. Some of the children, the ones that enjoyed being around the girl, had said there was a bully in their numbers recently. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of said bully in action, namely because she had once listened without reserve... and well needless to say the accused wasn't guilty. But her partner would find any strange personnel, and then come back to Ischade to pull her away if needed. That didn't negate the chances of one of her own team, or perhaps even someone else wandering into this area, as the black haired girl just leaned against the building, letting the shade do most of the hiding work.
Well, who knew what would appear before her person on this day?
Post by LIAM SEVCIK on Oct 20, 2014 11:37:15 GMT -6
Ah Saffron City, what a dump. Oh the commercial district was all nice and shiny, but the only reason that was true was because the rich ones liked to go there. The slums of Saffron, the back streets and the little holes in the wall were just slums. There was nothing pretty about it. Kids starved out on the streets, people got jumped so an addict could steal enough money for a hit. Maybe, at one point it wasn't as bad. Maybe, just maybe, it used to be a nice place.
Liam refused to believe that. Sure he liked to lie about his past, and tell everyone it was all rainbows and sunshine. But the truth of it was that Liam's father was a crack addict and his mother a useless drunk, If it wasn't for Team Rocket taking him and his sister in than he would be dead in some gutter.
That wasn't important, they were both probably dead by now. After all it had been eight years since Liam fled his home, and that was the last time he was in the hood of Saffron.
Hands firm in his pocket, Liam wished he didn't have to come back. If it wasn't for business he would have never returned. Fingers played with the plastic ball in his pocket. Some idiot decided the best drop off spot would be here, in the gutters. Liam couldn't understand it, Team Rocket controlled the whole city, why sneak around?
But orders were orders, and Liam had to follow them. Granted, no one would knew he worked for Rocket. He didn't like wearing his uniform when he was on business, it was too risky. Smuggling illegal obtained pokemon for Team Rocket was somehow harder with a giant R branded on your chest. Who knew?
Wearing a light jacket, he had a stripped shirt underneath. Really he looked like just some other teenager with long blonde hair. Oh except for the part where he was smuggling pokemon.
Then he saw someone not so normal. Well it was more of a pokemon, some dumb bee thing. The bee was flying around, stalking the streets. Scowling, Liam wondered if it was scouting for someone. Could be, his boss was being insanely picky about this drop for some reason. Easily could be someone stalking him trying to get it back. Turning the corner, he saw the bee again. Another corner, and that damn bee was there again.
It seemed like the thing was stalking him, even though Liam just kept intersecting its patrol path. Again and again he saw it, and it wasn't a good sigh. Thinking that some enemy was closing in on him, Liam knew he had to act fast. Picking up a rock he chucked it at the pokemon before turning tail he began to run as fast as he can. Maybe, hopefully, Liam could out run the thing before it got backup.
Patience was something that she generally couldn't practice, but certain occasions let Ischade just wait. Her life had been one of those, simply because other kids couldn't defend herself, and she had to wait until the bully tried again. Her missions with her team were another, she was often confined inside by how dangerous she always cut the missions. Her handler didn't really like the way she went off, and the grunt was hoping a better one would show up soon. Someone she could respect, not a sniveling worm that made her want to puke with subterfuge. She wasn't a sneaky kind of gal unless she wanted to be, as she preferred walking in, and crushing their windpipe when they tried to back talk her.
Meanwhile, Suzumebachi had noticed an unfamiliar face in the streets, and said person kept intersecting on some patrol paths. Of course, she had debated to going back to her trainer, when the figure bent, and picked up a rock. Stiffening, the pokemon began buzzing loudly, and then with a push, Gust was used to fling the rock away. With a cry, it floated up, and then spun on it's heel. Unfortunately, by aggression the pokemon, the strange had made themselves imprinted in the pokemon's mind as she dove into the alleyways. It wasn't far, in fact just a minute or so to find it's trainer, as the angry buzzing continued. How dare someone attack it, it was just simply flying around to check to make sure nothing bad was happening!
As if sensing her pokemon's aggression, Ischade's hand touched the bee queen on the head. ''Let's go.'' she just said. After all, if Suzumebachi came to her angry, that meant she had a prey to stalk, as a grin started to decorate the woman's lips. With a push off the wall, she glanced at the orphange, and then slid into the streets, her white coat winking out when the sun was no longer there. With a soft tug, she placed it into her hidey-hole near here, and then cracked her neck. She had her shirt flipped inside out, so that only the faintest of red thread showed for the uniform. With another breath, she moved into the streets now, her body slipping in between alleys and dangers.
Her pokemon was the guide, as her steps were quiet. But Suzumebachi was still buzzing angrily, as it quickly dove down the direction the person had been running after chucking the rock. With a few moments, the bug went down one direction, and it's trainer the other. These two directions made a loop, better known as Sandman's noose because of how it was. So eventually, either one of them would catch their target, as the rocket felt her face almost turn into a grin. Ah, she looked forward to seeing how this intruder was in her territory, her grey eyes flashing in anticipation. It would be fun, she reckoned and if they ended up being a team member of hers...
