take the p o w e r back! [Open]

[Kaspar Vaughan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=413f3f] they will not force us they will stop degrading us they will not control us we will be victorious so come on! An alleyway had seemed appropriate. Where else would you do your dirty dealings and unsavory acts? Barely any light reached between the buildings, as if it too were wary of the dirty pathways. Kaspar hadn't been scared. No, he had a job to do. The job had ended with a split lip and a bloody nose, but he had done just as bad, if not worse, to the guys picking on a girl at the park. He spat blood onto the pavement a few feet away, sitting with his back pressed against a wall. His world was still spinning. "Almost got myself in too deep that time, Gate.." He murmured, patting the Cubone that stood in front of him. It stared at him in an accusing manner, as if to tell him I told you so. It only gained a light chuckle from the teenager. Even if Gate could speak, Kaspar probably would have fought them anyways. What was the point of fighting? Why not pokemon battle? Well, Kaspar had but in his victory with Gate, they wanted a battle of fists instead. They always did. Didn't they realize Kaspar wasn't as scrawny as he looked? That he was faster? He may be no Hitmonchan or Hitmonlee but he sure as hell showed them! It wasn't without its drawbacks. The bully had brought back up and Kaspar was left with pain from head to toe. Kaspar ran the back of his hand across his mouth and nose, wincing as he cleared the blood from his face. All he needed was a spell of rest and he rather enjoyed sitting back, listening to Rattata scurry about out of site.

[Varnava Delacroix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=392b39] Those stupid grunts could never go anything right! Of course, they were just following the lead of an even more idiotic grunt who decided to go against the plan and his orders. The man sighed, running a hand through his long black with natural silver highlighted hair. At least that grunt was going to be thrown in imprisonment. Stupid grunts. Varnava halted his steps down the street, sparing a glance inside one of the many stores of Celadon. From his reflexion in the window, he looked like a normal young adult with deathly pale skin. He could also use some sleep, but the bags under his eyes were barely visible. It was probably a good idea he chose to change out of his Team Rocket uniform before wandering around the city. The uniform was a dead giveaway for what he was. Plus, he rather liked his usual dark outfit with a long, blood red scarf, even if it looked as though he were in the wrong time period. It was comfortable in his view. Letting out another sigh, the Elite Officer continued on his walk, not even batting an eye when his Arbok let herself out of the black and red Pokeball she had to call 'home'. "Charr bok!" The large purple cobra slithered in front of the man, blocking his path. "What now, Wetzel?" He reached up and scratched the Pokemon's head, not really caring that the scales felt weird to the touch. Wetzel stuck out her forked tongue, motioning with her head to an alley not too far from where they stood. Varnava arched an eyebrow in confusion, but he went to investigate anyways. It would be better than wherever he was originally going to go. Pokeing his head into the alleyway, he instantly noticed the trainer and a Cubone. And, the trainer was bleeding. So, she could smell the blood from inside her Pokeball?

[/b] Well, he wasn't in uniform, so going through the whole Rocket motto and such would be rather pointless. "Oi, kid. An alley isn't the best place to rest looking like that." Varnava leaned up against the alley wall, watching the trainer with a bored expression.

ooc: hope you don't mind me joining. -pokes at the [open] sign- lul.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/justify]
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[Kaspar Vaughan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=413f3f] Gate turned first, little paw of a hand tightening around the bone club it was carrying. It took Kaspar longer to look up and pat Gate on the top of hit milky-white skull. He wouldn't fight this guy unless he had to, especially not with an Arbok. Wouldn't force it on Gate either. He knew when he was outmatched. Though it had surprised him anyone would look in an alley, let alone this one. It surprised him even more that one who was in an alley was worried about his well being. A slight, sour chuckle escaped his lips. It wasn't exactly the best place to sit and rest at all but Kaspar hadn't cared. He dropped where he stood and made the best of it all. Not that this man would know. No, he was hardly a man, probably the same age he was. Weakly he stood up, more shakily then a newborn Ponyta. His hand spread against the wall, a five finger support against gravity. Kaspar ran his arm across his face again. "I'm fine. I can handle it." He murmured, unsure of himself. Gate shifted next to him, just as uneasy about Kaspar's well being. It shouldn't of gone this way! Fights weren't supposed to be easy but they had cheated. Cheated! And didn't even try to hide it. In a sudden explosion of rage Kaspar slammed a fist against the wall, earning him nothing more that blood and bruises. ooc: Nope! I was sekritly hoping you would join~

[Varnava Delacroix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=392b39] The man arched an eyebrow at the trainer's attitude. Stubborn. Then again, he himself probably wouldn't allow any help or critism from others, especially from a stranger. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Children these days should really learn how to stay out of fights. Wait, children? Pfft. They were near the same age. Okay, then, teenagers. The trainer should still be in his teens. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a low level Pokemon by his side. Varnava continued watching the trainer, letting the boy take out his sudden burst of anger on a wall. The Elite Officer rolled his golden eyes, pushing himself off the wall. He took a rag out of his coat pocket and tossed it at the trainer. "Then at least clean yourself up. You'll die of bloodloss otherwise." Did he care? No. He just didn't feel like playing the bad guy act right now. ooc: YOU SHOULD GIVE ME MUSE! DX

[Kaspar Vaughan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=413f3f] The hand helping you up is no better then the hand that pushed you down. Remember that, Kaspar. Call him a hypocrite for helping people, but he did remember that. One of many pieces of advice his father had given him when he was little. He can't say he was a cold man but if Kaspar had ever fallen, words were the only support. Yet it was something he found that he loved about his father. True to his word. Or...so he had thought. Yet this advice lead the teenager to push the hand holding the rag. It was a gentle guiding motion toward the other's chest. Nothing that aggressive about it except maybe the indignation cast in his eyes. It came out loud and clear in his voice as well, "I don't honestly understand why you are so interested in helping or if this is out of pity, but I don't need it. Its not like anything is broken and I am not ashamed of my actions." Pride filled ever corner of his body, right down to his toes. And before he could walk off in a "manly" huff, Gate brought the bone he was holding against Kaspar's shin sharply but softly. It stung no more then knocking ones funny-bone but the look given by the ground-pokemon was all Kaspar needed. The teenager gave a long exasperated sigh and with a strain in his voice, which made it clear he was trying his hardest not to give attitude and was failing, he added onto his previous statement, "But.. Thank you. I'll be fine."

[Varnava Delacroix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=392b39] Hm... Well, the trainer was certainly 'interesting', if you could call him that. The man sighed, shaking his head at the other's actions. The rag wasn't needed, then, so he just placed it back into the pocket he had taken it from. Golden eyes continued to watch the trainer, and he couldn't help but scoff at the words spoken. "Pride is a sin, boy. You should learn to get rid of it." So says the Elite Officer of Team Rocket who has probably done more 'sins' than the trainer before him. Of course, he was only following orders. Varnava continued watching the trainer as the Cubone stopped him, forcing the trainer to thank him. What, was the ground type the kid's mother or something? As if the Arbok were thinking the same thing, she let out a hissing chuckle, but silenced as he shot her a half-hearted glare. "Suit yourself." The Rocket turned to his oversized snake, reaching out and scratching the purple scales on her head. "Well, then. We should probably go eat before the boss starts nagging, huh?" Wetzil hummed in reply, coiling and uncoiling her body before slipping out of the alley. The black-with-grey haired man sighed, running a hand though his hair once more, before beginning to follow the snake. "He looked like 'him', however.." He mumbled to himself, just loud enough for anyone close enough to hear.

[Adelmar Hemming]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=242442] Alleyways were not one of his favorite places. In fact, they were one of his least favorite. In alleyways, secrets were born, and secrets died, and hidden deals and agreements were made. People were mugged, men of the worst degree lurked, and who know what diseases could be contained in the slime on the bricks. Alleys were filthy places, more than just superficially or literally so. However, the things that made them so undesirable made them desirable. For things happened in alleys. Men made decisions, the stirrings of a scandal that could affect hundreds could be found, and so much more. But… They were still dirty and not one of the safest places in the city. So, interesting things or more be darned, Adelmar still preferred to steer away from them. At the current moment, he was walking home, a brown paper bag of groceries in one arm, dressed in a casual dress shirt, with a pair of fancier white pants on. It was simply too hot for him to wear much more than that today. Behind him, Sadiki trotted at his heels, claws clicking across the sidewalk. “It’s a hot day today Sadiki… I know you hate the humidity almost as much as I do. The weathermen said it may get windy later on, but I hope that doesn’t end up bringing thunderstorms,” he spoke softly to the following Pokémon, more to fill the silence than anything. Other than a quiet chirrup, there wasn’t any conversation back, and he let the words drop. He walked on, surrounded by the quiet hum of the large city instead, letting the voices of passerby, the rush of passing cars, and the whirr of passing bicycles take the place of conversation. Adel paid less and less attention to the world around, and focused more on what he would be eating for supper later that night. Being so caught up in his own thoughts didn’t stop him from hearing the scuffle and movement, as well as the quiet tones of voices from the alley to his right. Quiet uncharacteristically, Sadiki paused, and stared at the space between those buildings, not growling or uttering a sound, but tensing. The sudden tightness in his companion’s muscles told Adel little about what was in there. However, it did tell him that something was in there. Adjusting his grip on the bag of groceries, Adelmar slowly made his way into the alley. The sight he was greeted to was not a pleasant one, but it was far from what he had expected. Behind him, Sadiki cautiously followed. A young man and an older, more serious looking fellow were there. The former was bloodied and bruised, but his clothes still spoke of travel. Ah. A trainer then. One who had bitten off more than he could chew with someone, and obviously paid the price. “Oh dear. That doesn’t look good at all…” Casting a single accusatory look at the older red head, Adel turned his attention back to the younger one, tossing thoughts around already of taking this trainer to his home where he could properly clean up. “Was this man bothering you? Did he mug you?” ooc: … surprise~

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[Kaspar Vaughan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=413f3f] "I'm sure its the one sin that can be overlooked." he replied, eyes and voice steady, calm, stern. Pride was the least of his worries. His sins, his injuries, his problems were beneath him if some needed help. What man didn't have a sense of pride or arrogance? What man didn't sin? His hands curled into fists at the snake's chuckle, embarrassment mingling with his rage. If he hadn't been strong, Kaspar had supposed he would have broken down right there and cried. Yet why give them more power to torment him? Instead he forced a chuckle and wiped blood from his forehead. He stared down at his sleeves, stained red. Just barely had he heard the voice of the black and gray haired man. It made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. "What!" "He looked like 'him', however.." A muffle, a soft sound he barely made out the words through the blood rushing through his ears but he was just close enough.. and it made everything stop. He moved to follow, to make him explain. But he was interrupted by a shill, motherly tone. It caused him to wince. When he looked up a man was barreling toward him, followed by a Sandshrew. Gate greeted it warmly, all too welcoming to the fellow Ground Pokemon, over the over-sized pair of purple cowboy boots. "What? No! He had nothing to do with this." He blinked, first this guy and now someone else? Jeez. "I'm fine! Hey! You! Wait" Kaspar tried to side step the blond man and go after the other but something told him he wouldn't have his way. Not if today continued to be this crappy in the luck department.