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Post by Stino Enedra on May 12, 2010 21:47:48 GMT -5
It was dark in the room, all save the dusk light pouring through the large windows and the small light on the desk, which stood in the center of the bare room. Off to the left against the wall and near the exit was a small couch, black in true Rocket fashion and a complementary glass coffee table; nothing else was in the large room.
Stino sat at his desk peering intently at the small folding mirror place in front of him. “This better not scar,” he cursed as he whipped away the blood with a cotton ball. “I’ll kill that little -questionable term- if it does.”
Sitting back in the chair, Stino pulled out and lit a cigarette, “I swear to god,” he said, as he put his feet on the table and stared at the pokeballs on his desk. |
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Post by Rin Fyllo on May 12, 2010 22:37:49 GMT -5
She must have fallen asleep on the trip over, for she awoke curled on a small ebony sofa. Opening her eyes Rin looked forward into the muted darkness. Where am I? Slowly looking about from her huddled position she noted the empty room and wearily rested her eyes on the man at the desk. Stino.
Instantly the memories flooded back and she franticly searched her pockets for her pokeballs, but she came up empty handed, only finding her empty seven. Panic-stricken she sat up and glared at Stino as her three pokeballs were sprawled across the desk in front of him.
His jacket fell from her shoulders as she stood and she collected from the ground before approaching him. As she grew nearer she spun varying scenarios in her head, all of which ended poorly, but she still continued forward. “Ahem.”[/color][/size]
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Post by Stino Enedra on May 12, 2010 22:48:19 GMT -5
Stino lazily watch Rin approach in a fluster. She curtly cleared her throat once she stood at the front of the desk. “How lady like,” he mocked, sliding his feet from the desktop and leaning forward. “What is it you want?” |
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Post by Rin Fyllo on May 12, 2010 22:59:22 GMT -5
What is it I want!? What is it!? Rin grew increasingly frustrated at Stino’s tone and idiotic question. He knows d*** well, a voice chimed in her head. “I want to know what’s going on.” She demanded, glancing to her pokeballs.
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Post by Stino Enedra on May 12, 2010 23:46:10 GMT -5
Stino watched her, as she stood battered before him, her eyes flickering from the pokeballs on the desk and back to his. “And you want these,” he said gesturing towards the red and white orbs. “Well, to be blunt, you can’t have them and I’m not going to tell you what’s going on either.” He then paused as he took a drag on his cigarette and expelled the smoke towards her, “boss’s orders.” |
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Post by Rin Fyllo on May 13, 2010 0:58:47 GMT -5
Carelessly she stood with her moth open for several moments in shock, until she inhaled the smoke and coughed. “I’m starting to think I should have just run,”[/color] Rin mumbled downcast as her starter and two others lay on the desk, now property of Team Rocket. I’ll be lucky if I see them again.
A few moments pasted as Stino sat back, contently smoking. “You could at least tell me what’s going to happen to me, I doubt you’re that low,”[/color] Rin murmured, setting his jacket down onto the desk.
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Post by Stino Enedra on May 13, 2010 1:46:52 GMT -5
As she dropped his uniform jacket onto the desk, the metal badges sounded off the desk. Though, these badges were nothing the normal trainer would be proud of as they marked him a high-ranking rocketeer...
“Well, ordinarily you’d be locked up downstairs until everything blew over, maybe longer, but,” he began and paused, as he removed the pokeballs from the desktop and slid them into a drawer. “But, I’ve got a weak spot for girls like you and I’ve managed to pull a few strings. Now, you’ve got two options,” he said as he stood, rubbed out his cigarette and walked around the desk to her. “Either you sit locked away or… you join us.” |
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Post by Rin Fyllo on May 14, 2010 14:27:50 GMT -5
She flinched as she watched Stino lock away her Pokémon and numbly listened as he detailed her fate. There was nothing she could do the save herself or her Pokémon, she should have ran. What was it she was expecting to learn here anyway? How many cinderblock lined the Rocket’s jail cells?
Scowling, Rin closed her eyes as he droned on, “or you could join us.” A quick smirk touched her lips as Stino listed her final option and approached her. “What’d keep me from breaking out of here as soon as I got my hands on a pokeball?”[/color] She coolly questioned while turning to face him.[/size]
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Post by Stino Enedra on May 15, 2010 20:44:24 GMT -5
“Security,” Stino hummed sarcastically, while leaning against the heavy ebony desk. “What do you have to loose? Your Pokémon?” He continued, placing emphases on his final words. Your Pokémon. |
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Post by Rin Fyllo on May 15, 2010 21:32:33 GMT -5
Rin stopped and studied him for a minute and though his face was nearly a silhouette, she saw the flash of his devious smile. She should have guessed; he played this game so well, she thought, then again, he wouldn’t be a lieutenant if he hadn’t.
With her Pokémon in his possession he had the perfect leverage, if she ever wanted to see them she’d have to fallow the rules. “I won’t be any help without any Pokémon,” she then said as she nodded yes.
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