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Life in the outpost was becoming somewhat familiar to Jerome, after a month of living in the much smaller base, slowly being pieced back together in working condition and supplied with the necessitates of living, the Rockets were able to form something of a schedule while they waiting for further orders from the higher ups. It was busy for the Agents, Jerome himself, was helping with shipments, this helped to get him out of the base a lot, something he rather appreciated, but for now, he was thinking that after his workout and shower, sometime to just chill in the room he was assigned to with a number of other rockets sounded like a good idea.
Jerome forced the heavy door to the quarters open, a white shirt slung over his bare chest, joined by a few strands of his dark dreadlocks, otherwise sprawled over his shoulder and back, wearing nothing but a pare of dark gray pajama pants. The room was empty, a few Rockets already collected in their bed, reading, or interacting with their pokemon. Jerome felt a bit relived knowing that there were other people in the room, He much preferred it this way.
A Gengar swooped past the freshly cleaned gangster, to reach the man's assigned bed first, plopping down on it. "Get yer a** off" the man grunted, reaching a hand out to nudge the pokemon over.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 11:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 7:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 9:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 2:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 6:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 1:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 6:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 6:57 pm
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"I see. Hm, that is indeed very interesting." He mused aloud as he turned Jerome's hand palm up so inspect the skin there. "I wonder if it didn't seem particularly different to you because you have a high pain tolerance." He muttered, prodding at the lighter skin on the underside of the other's arm. "No way to know that though without conducting a full study." He scowled slightly before shrugging it off. He'd have to see if he could get to a tattoo parlor, or whatever they were called, to acquire some.
When he caught sight of Bro going through his things from the corner of his eye, he dropped the older man's hand and turned to swat at the Gengar. "Bro, ask before you go through other people's things!" He scolded, trying tug the bag away from the pokemon. All that he succeeded in doing was knocking a few of his things from said bag. Among the pens, rubber gloves, and a jar was a small, white box. "Ah!" He let go of his bag in favor of gingerly picking up the box. "I had nearly forgotten." A quick peak inside the box assured the teen that the contents had not been horribly damaged. "...Happy birthday, Jerome." He muttered, holding the box out to the older man. "I...made it myself." Inside the box was a cupcake, the frosting was a bit squished and messy now but it was still edible. "This is what you do, right? Give gifts to your friends?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:19 pm
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"Well I'll tell ya that now, yeah I go a high pain tolerance, ya build one up after a while, though s'mostly the will ya got for it." He explained. with as many fights as he was in, the life he lead, the Parkour spills he was in, you don't walk away from those without building some kind of tolerance to it.
Streighting back up and crossing his arms over his chest as Zacharie moved to get his bag away from Bro, the Gengar snarking back at the boy before letting the bag go, causing some of the contents to slip out onto the bed. Disappointed that his snooping got interrupted, the Gengar floated back next to Jerome, before he faded completely out of sight, his long tongue lulling out at Zacharie.
"Lil' s**t." Jerome snorted in amusement, feeling a hand slack his shoulder. Looking back at Zacharie at the boy's exclamation, a look of confusion crossing his face when the boy said happy birthday. Happy birthday? what? who's birthday was it. what... wait what day was it? Jerome stood in completely silence or a couple of seconds before it clicked. <********' s**t man." Jerome blinked at the box handed to him. Taking it uncertainly, as if he wasn't really used to being given anything, probably becasue he wasn't.
Opening it, he stared in at the slightly battered cupcake for longer than a few moments, before dark eyes shifted up just barely to glance back at Zachaire. "Uh- yeah, I guess s'somethin ya do. ******** man, I forgot bout that." He let out a chuckle, reaching up to run a hand over the shaved half of his head as he looked back down at the cupcake.
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:40 pm
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Instead of finding the box back in his hand, Zacharie would find another hand clap into the boy's hand and grip it firmly, though not painfully. "Who n'there ********' mind don't like sweet s**t." clasping the boys hand in a brotherly grip, Jerome leaned down sot hat he could reach around to bump Zacharie's back with his other fist. then pulled away, still holding the box. "Respect Twitch, fo real, ain't gotten somethin' for by birthday in... hm... long a** time." Jerome dropped down to sit down next to Zacharie, tearing the side of the box open to pull the cupcake out, tearing a half off to offer it to Zacharie, while he bit off a large portion of the icing himself. "What I get for gettin' old, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 10:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 11:21 am
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The older man glanced to the boy as he took a seat by him, keeping his hand up until the other piece of the cupcake was taken. A small grunt voiced the man's acknowledgment of Twitchy's words, that they were friends. A few years ago and Jerome would have probably not have given the kid a second glance. Too wrapped up in the world of his gang, and the day to day that got him what he wanted. Dark eyes shifted over to look at the purples haired Rocket next to him, not surprised that since he joined Rocket, he had been making friends of all kinds of different people, most people he would have never even had a chance with interacting with.
Reaching a hand out to pat his shoulder, "Yeah," He squeezed his hand gently, before letting it fall back into his own lap "We're friends."
With a deep chuckle, the gangster nodded "I guess it ain't, but M'bein' honest kid, I ain't never thought I would get t'thirty."
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