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Aug 31, 2016 21:52:52 GMT -5
Post by Samael Owens on Aug 31, 2016 21:52:52 GMT -5
A pile of trash bags rustled, the clatter of empty cans from within and the noise of plastic wrappers ringing through the alley until falling quiet as a blond head of hair slumped out from within the small mountain. “Hnnnnnngghh.” The man groaned somewhere between pain and drowsiness. It wasn’t often he met his match in a fight.
Samael was just as prone to physical altercations as he was to Pokemon battling. And he didn’t really care if he won or lost - the fight itself was the fun part for him. Beating and being beaten. As it was, a cluster of dark bruises were forming up along his waist, and another smudge of bruises littered his cheekbone and brow, though that was covered by his hair. His brow, nose, and lip all had trails of half-dried blood.
He licked at what he could reach of it on his lip. “Mmm. That was some party,” he started to chuckle to himself, but his growing smile waned away when he heard footsteps approaching the alley’s entrance. Lying sprawled on his back and looking oddly comfortable for resting in a pile of garbage, he gazed out toward the street curiously. He had no concept of how long he had been out… but he didn’t think his adversaries would be coming back for him.
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Sept 6, 2016 22:08:28 GMT -5
Post by Kenneth Brenton on Sept 6, 2016 22:08:28 GMT -5
Kenneth let out a deep sigh. Even after searching the area the previous night he was no closer to learning anything more about Team Rocket and any renewed operations. His search to learn more about the organization was the only thing that could draw him away from his home. It seems like he had run out of any luck that he had. Though of course much worse things could have happened. Some grunt could have picked a fight with him, then again, maybe that would have been more exciting. The thought of being able to find a member of Team Rocket that would fight him was certainly enough to get Kenneth excited. Normally he tried to be more reserved with his fighting spirit, but when it came to the group of thieves that ravaged Johto and Kanto he would fall out of his Gym Leader character.
He found a street vendor that was just beginning to set up his shop for the day. “Do you have a second?” he asked while stopping in front of the stand. “I’m Kenneth Brenton, and I was just hoping that if you ever hear anything about Team Rocket, if you could contact me.”
As he said that he handed a card with his contact information on it to the street vendor. With that bit of business done he kept walking forward until he heard a strange noise coming from an alley. He stood at the entrance and looked into the depths to see a human figure lying atop the bags of trash. “You alright?”
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Sept 7, 2016 18:11:51 GMT -5
Post by Samael Owens on Sept 7, 2016 18:11:51 GMT -5
A stranger appeared at the mouth of the alleyway, peering in and, after a moment, calling out to him. Samael stared and then made some effort to sit up, not without another groan. He was only half successful, managing to prop himself on his elbows. “Uhh… Guess so.” He was sore and bruised, and his face and ribs hurt, but he was conscious now at least. Not too dizzy so far. He patted carefully under his nose, noting the blood there, but it didn’t feel broken. He couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or not. Having a broken nose really hurt - namely, setting it back into place really hurt. But sometimes it was kinda fun, especially since setting it usually made it bleed a lot. The pain of setting it was kind of a thrill, too.
His attention returned for the man at the end of the alley, studying him. A lazy smile crept across his lips. “Oii, nice hair,” Samael remarked. Vivid and unkempt. Reminded Samael of fire - which made him wonder then if the guy was a Fire-type Pokemon trainer. He looked like a strong trainer, if he was one.
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