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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 7:22 pm
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A black van with tinted windows and two side doors pulled in through the dusty streets of Sagestone. no more suspicious than any other cargo van out there, except for maybe its more modern build. It was growing evening by the time it rolled through the back roads of the small mining town, keeping away from the main streets, and back where people rarely if every very openly traveled.
That had been nearly a half hour ago, where the van sat now faced a small supply store, pulled along the side away from the parking lots. Though the doors were closed, a small group stood around the vehicle. Four men, dressed in winter jackets and casual pants and shoes. Two hanging out by the hood of the van, the first a tall man with light brown hair and piercing bright yellow eyes, He stood next to a man of average height and darker hair, who seemed more alert then the taller brunette, who's head remained dipped in uninterested silence, Hands shoved deep into his pockets.
The other group was located more to the side of the vehicle, an Asian man with dark hair and dark eyes, next to a younger female with black hair who's arms were crossed tight around her chest. Both were engaged in conversation, with a third man, and easily the most eccentric of the group standing with his back against the van door, and a cigarette between his teeth, quietly listening to the two other people.
His hood lay slumped over his shoulders, allowing his dreadlocks to spill over his shoulder freely, the other side of his head buzzed bald. his head was down, eyes were closed as to give him a very mellow relaxed demeanor.
"I know its our thing to show up on time, but did he really have to show up this early?" the tall brunette in the front complained after looking at his watch.
Jerome opened his inked eyes and glanced to the side, reaching up to pull the cigarette from his lips. "wasn't expectin' t'make good time."
"Did you forget that I was the one driving?" the man retorted, sharp yellow eyes glancing over his shoulder to the others.
"Keep it up, Kyle and maybe I'll be the next driver on this team." The assigned warned with a slight sigh. causing the brunette to scowl lightly and retort with a foul name.
"Aight enough-" Jerome muttered, "We ain't got much S'it ain't a problem. drop it."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 7:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 8:47 pm
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Kyle, void of any sort of sympathy continued to scowl coldly down at the girl. Taking some kind of malicious delight in seeing the fear in her eyes. "Quit your quibbling and get the hell out of here you-"
It wasn't unusual for Kyle to get up in arms when people got too close to the van, If the Grunt was already agitate he usually found someone to blow his steam off on, since he seemed to prefer to refrain from doing it with his team mates when he could. Jerome knew that didn't stop the Grunt from being unpleasant to them at any given moment. Still if he got too heated and carried away it could cause more of a problem by drawing the wrong kind of attention to them.
The other grunts watched on with their own expressions of intimidation, Jerome, who felt little need to get involved just yet, still leaned his torso forward to keep tabs on the situation, but what he saw made his heart fly up into his chest and his eyes widen in a rare expression of complete surprise.
The cigarette fell to the ground as Jerome pushed himself off of the van, and in a second flat Kyle would find the shorter Agent suddenly at his side with a hand pushing firmly into his chest. "Aight, Chill!" Jerome's deep booming voice caused Kyle to step back in surprise, his own yellow eyes widen as he stared at his lead, who didn't usually act this openly quick. "Step off, Kyle." Pulling away from Jerome's hand the dark man lowered it slightly, glad that the younger Rocket knew when to obey orders. His head buzzing before he even looked back at the familiar girl, finding that he hadn't given any thought as to what to do next.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 9:07 pm
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If Izumi were a squirtle, she would have been pulling her head into her shell--As it was, all she could do was recoil at the verbal assault.
"I-I..." She started stumbling over her words, but fell immediately silent when the voice boomed to chill. If it were possible for Izumi's eyes to widen any more, they would have. It was hard to mistake Jerome for anyone else, even before he turned around. Where most girls would have yelled, pulled out the pepper spray, or reacted in literally any other alarmed way, Izumi didn't.
Her cheeks reddened and she lowered her bag slightly, visibly relaxing as saw the familiar face.
"Ahh--J-Jerome!" She squeaked out, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Um--H-hi..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 6:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 7:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 8:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 8:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 8:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 9:13 pm
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"Naw... naw S'cool." Jerome said with a shake of his head, glancing back over to her. He nodded lightly, lifting out his phone to take down the address. "Aight, I'll uh, I'll come see ya later."
this was unexpected, and it was hard to keep up with how he felt about all of it. Though right now he had a job, and he had to see it through to the end. nodding lightly to Izumi he made a gesture for her to continue on before he headed back himself.
It wasn't untill pretty late that evening that Jerome would find himself free, with Bro now trailing him, he walked through the darkness of the streets toward where his GPS was telling him the apartments were. It had not been difficult to dodge the questions from the Grunts, they gave up pretty quickly when it was clear that Jerome didn't wish to discuss it.
Bro asked with a nudge to the man's shoulder. The gangster just shrugged it, glancing over at the ghost type.
Stepping up to the door, Jerome paused, before reaching up to know on it lightly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 10:27 pm
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