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Post by Stino Enedra on Mar 14, 2011 13:08:40 GMT -5
( Now, as promised. )
Stino chewed steadily on the toothpick jutting from his mouth, but the simple fix it provided was nowhere near strong enough. He sharply ground his teeth as children whizzed past and as she fluttered around the shop windows, this was not helping. Reaching into his jacket pocket he felt the cool steel of his lighter, but the familiar cardboard box containing his beloved fix was eerily absent. That’s right, she’d thrown them away while demanding that he quit. A subtle anger begun to bubble in his veins as he continued forward down the city streets. That woman would be the death of him. |
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Post by Rin Fyllo on Mar 16, 2011 22:00:52 GMT -5
Peering into storefront after store front Rin became uncomfortably aware of her lack-luster appearance. She hadn’t left the base in ages, which meant that she hadn’t been out of uniform in ages and that she hadn’t purchased anything in ages… Sighing she turned her attention to her keeper—er, chaperone, Stino. He had his usual cross expression muddling his clean face. What a bore. They weren’t exactly friends now, but a great of tension between them had dissipated as he agreed to return her Pokémon to her PC. However despite how well they were “getting along”, this recent act of kindness didn’t make her any less of a prisoner. The two red and white orbs hanging from the silver bracelet around her wrist would unleash hellish fiends if she ever tried to flee, and it’s not like Team Rocket couldn’t easily find her on this small island. Sighing again, she drew nearer to Stino, at least her Pokémon were safe.
“Stino,” Rin quietly questioned, “are you ready to go?” |
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Post by Stino Enedra on Mar 21, 2011 18:40:41 GMT -5
Sheepishly questioning him, Rin approached. It was intriguing how often her mood swayed. Overly confidant, surprisingly frantic, and what could best be described as utterly lost, but that’s a woman for you. Stino shrugged and dropped his toothpick onto the ground and crushed the mock cigarette under his toe as if it were still smoldering. “Hun, I’ve been waiting on you.” Challenging the Island’s gyms isn’t anything that he sought to do, but Rin found some sort of satisfaction in it and if gym battles happened to better her as a trainer, so be it. A better trainer, a better Rocket. |
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Post by Rin Fyllo on May 15, 2011 23:11:10 GMT -5
Like adding salt to a wound, Stino’s pet names ate away at her. Her capture was upsetting, the removal of her Pokémon even more so, but neither situation was as dangerous as Stino’s sliver tongue. Rin knew his words were empty, meaningless taunts, but simple psychology (and a teen girl’s hormones, not to mention his) suggested that it was only a matter of time. She resisted with her entire being, yet her rational personality reasoned with her moral code that, though veil, Stino was only doing his job.
Rin stormed towards the gym. This topic needed no further thought, it was time to battle.
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Post by Stino Enedra on May 17, 2011 23:15:45 GMT -5
A small grin appeared on his face as he spoke and it continued to break his usually cold exterior as he watched Rin flush with what was either embarrassment or anger. He’d spoken to her in this manner since they met – a taunting tone encased with dominance and flirtatious undertones, – but she wasn’t alone, he spoke to most women in this way. He shrugged and begun to fallow the mauve haired maiden as she stormed towards the gym. He’d accepted what he was, a rocket, a criminal, and in doing so he allowed himself to speak freely. He could mislead dame after dame without care. It’d matter little; he’d always be branded a monster.
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