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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:27 pm
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The pink pair of pigtails in a rocket grunt uniform juggles a few pokeballs late in the day during the twilight hours, waiting in line in a garage/hangar with the a few other grunts who were assigned on a very minor raid.
"Meh, small jobs suck. No fun, they didn't see us coming," she mumbles to herself, staring boredly and not watching her hands, still juggling, as the other grunts congratulated and patted each other on the back for a 'job well done'.
"Well as long as I get fed, I'm happy." She grabs an apple from her pocket that she nicked in the city, and quickly, but casually adds it to the growing Ferris Wheel of objects in the air.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:03 pm
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