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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 12:13 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 8:07 pm
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"Alright Sir, we're pretty much wrapped up," The familiar voice of Jamie, one of the Grunts under Jerome's charge echoes softly in the vast space of the garage, the approaching form caused the man to glance up, his contrasting inked eyes falling on the slightly taller form of the man holding a clip board out toward the Agent.
By now this had become second nature. Jerome, who had been since sitting on the back of his team's vehicle lifted a rough hand to his lips, slipping the butt of his cigarette between his teeth so that he could use his hand to sigh off on the papers like had done hundreds of times before now.
"aight-" Jerome muttered thickly, glancing back up at Jamie while smoke coiled and puffed from his lips. "We done f'the night. Y'go tell th' others." Jerome said, with a slight jerk of his head.
It wasn't hard to notice the look of relief on his Grunt's faces as they got to go off duty for the night, and it was certainly not hard to relate himself, the feeling of a bit more freedom after a long day, though Jerome chose to hang back in the garage for a little while longer, watching the small team of Rockets disappear into the main HQ, leaving the elder Agent alone with the usual noises of the Rocket garage to finish his cigarette and think.
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"Yaaay fooood!" The young sing song voice of the crystallized Jirachi rang through anyone's head that would be close enough to the pokemon's psychic reach. The bright tiny form whizzing through the halls in excitement, but never getting to far from Jerome, who watched the pokemon with passive amusement.
Bro however- The Gengar with the half glowing body marks, didn't look nearly as enthusiastic and energized, floating next to Jerome with a half lidded expression, and a toothy frown representing a greater level of fatigue than its partner the Jirachi did. Bro leveled his gleaming green eyes over to Jerome "Gar... Gen gar gar."
Jerome's response was a soft smile that didn't quite change the own roughness of his dark features. "Man- can't say I would be actin' different, F'I was in a pokeball all ********' day." The Gengar frowned at the comment, but let out a heavier sigh and crossed his arms over his chest "Gar gar..."
It had taken a while to get used to the new HQ's layout, though over the months Jerome started to find that navigating the halls had become second nature to him... so much so that he barely even remembered what the old layout had even been. The Cafeteria he had gone to countless times before already, and even if he didn't show it quite like the Jirachi was, Jerome was looking forward to getting something to eat.
His dreads finally let down from where they had been tied back, and still in full Agent Uniform, Jerome didn't even give a glance around as he and his pokemon crew made their way into the dining aria. Tremain already making a B-line for the line to see what they were serving that day.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 8:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 10:32 pm
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The process of getting the food was as generic and mundane as usual, didn't really give it much though and took the food as it was given to him, taking a moment or two to greet the familiar rockets behind the counter. Though it was Tremain that took a bigger interest then anyone.
It was of course hard to miss the Grunt in front of him, as she seemed particularly excited about her breakfast, and certainly much more vocal about what she got compared to the rest of the Rockets in line. Jerome himself didn't take any particular annoyance with it, and when she happened to turn around and look at him, his mellow demeanor didn't change, even if his gaze back always held a sort of harsh haunting presence.
The shared look passed without incident though, and didn't happened again safe for Bro making clacking noises with his teeth at the little fox on the girl's shoulder and pulling faces. He smirked.
"Jerome" Tremain asked as The three of them made their way to their own table and sat down. The small legendary flopping over the gangster's shoulder and peering at the man with widened eyes "J- yo- When we ganna keep leanin' me tha' one kick a** attack?"
Jerome scooped a fork full of eggs into his mouth, a thick eyebrow arching as he looked over at the Jirachi. "Wut one y'mean?"
"Ya know! Tha- one I BLOW all them ********' up wit" It was very clear who the Jirachi learned to speak from, though he still carried this bright young innocent tone to his voice.
Bro gave a cackle as the Jirachi flung himself backwards, his arms spread wide While Jerome just turned to stare at the Jirachi with a softly amused smirk on his lips. The ghost not wasting any time in tossing a sausage into his own mouth.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:44 pm
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Bro heard the Fennekin snapping back at him before he even looked over, though when he did the width of his smirk only spread He practically purred somewhat mockingly Again he clacked his teeth and tossed a pancake into his mouth, no once taking his gleaming green eyes off of Clariel.
TRemain had flopped back onto Jerome's shoulder by the time the Agent noticed that Bro seemed to be conversing with someone else. Inked eyes shifted over from where he was sitting, slightly hunched over his feet when he noticed the girl who had been in front of them in line approaching.
Tremain's eyes widened at the new comer, floating up off of Jerome's shoulder to peer at the girl with a widening mouth. "Who are you?"
"Guess so-" Jerome said in reply to her first statment "Bout' S'much s'anyone." His voice was deep and lazy, speaking with a very distinct street slang. "Ya Jus' get here r'somethin?" Jerome asked, placing his fork down and turning to face her better. He hadn't seen her before, but to Jerome that didn't really make much of a difference, he usually didn't remember people.
chewing on the back of his gold lip piercing, Jerome glanced toward Bro, who looked like he was enjoying his probably very snide conversation with the Fennikin.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:01 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 11:45 am
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Bro cackled his eyes widening with a level of excitement the more the Fennekin puffed up and threatened him. He laughed, a stubby arm reaching up as he dropped open his alarmingly large mouth. Reaching deep into his own mouth the Gengar started to pull objects out of it. What looked like a collection of Juice boxes, still sealed, a book... science book of some kind it looked like, a shoe, along with a few cups and folded pocket knives. Each one of them coated in a thick layer of green mucus like substance from the Pokemon's body. Eventually he pulled out a Pokeball, that he chucked at then tossed back into his mouth and swallowed.
Closing his mouth back up the Gengar gave the fire type a nasty smirk
Jerome watched Bro do this with a blank expression, though reached up to rub his face a little "Man- S'thats were Zacharie's book got. He's gonna ********' kill ya Bro." The drew a snicker from the Gengar, though for the most part the older Gangster didn't seem at all surprised by the Ghost's behavior.
Turning his attention away from the pokemon and back to the Grunt that had approached him, and introduced himself, Jerome nodded once in acknowledgment to her name, though didn't think to offer his, thinking instead how he was likely to forget hers just as quickly. Not that he ever meant to. "Hn-" the gangster grunted "F'it comin' from Bro' ya c'n bet its somethin' t'piss anyone off." He added, noticing how upset the fire type was.
The Jirachi however, at being spoken to perked up, bright blue eyes blinking before his crystal form floated forward "Tremain!" He burst out "S'me motha' ********! N'don't ferget it.!"
Jerome arched an eyebrow a little at the comment of the way he spoke, having never been described at neat, it was curt and uneducated as most people would people. Though he guessed it wouldn't seem that way to everyone. "Wanna hear more Jus' Gotta' hit th'streets, any gang banger ya hit up s'gonna talk 'ike th's." He sat up a little more making a gesture toward her.
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