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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 19:39:45 GMT -8
Marisol would lean back in the wooden chair, giving a confident smirk at the creak. Crossing her arms over her chest, the woman would rest her boot clad legs on the oak desk in front of her, crossing them ankle of ankle. She had been first to arrive and set up a temporary head quarters on Fortune Island. Unusually, Team Rocket's goal was to recruit members in the ranks. Previously, a large sum of grunts had given up due to some pesky trainers kicking their sorry asses. Marisol would snort arrogantly. "Worthless rubes. Couldn't even battle their way out of a paper bag..." she would frown, shaking her head. This recruitment better bring up someone worth while. Else Gregory wouldn't be too happy. It was her turn to chose the spot, so of course, and crappy finds were her fault. Sighing once again, she closed her eyes. When was Greg supposed to get here anyway? [See i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc282/MysticGlowstik/marisol.jpg for reference]
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 19:46:14 GMT -8
Greg walked with a formal confidence, head held high as he made his way through the headquarters. Fortune Island wasn't exactly the greatest place for a temporary base...but it was the best they could do. "Useless," he said to himself, thinking of the wanna-be recruits that never made it as far as the door. Was that really all they could attract? Would-be trainers with nothing on their minds but trying to be 'cool'? He sighed, looking bored as he found Marisol leaning back in a chair. "There you are," he said in his deep, voice. "I'm guessing there has still been no luck?" [ This is Greg, by the way s842.photobucket.com/albums/zz344/Miss-Haha/?action=view¤t=lolcrappydoodle.jpg ]
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 20:02:02 GMT -8
Marisol couldn't help but squirm excitedly in her chair as she heard the familiar sound of Gregory's boots scuffing the floors as he made his way closer. Upon asking about the recruiting, she would pout and shake her head. She'd glance at the sign up sheet in front of her. Empty. "Nothing, though... It's understandable, considering we don't advertise. If we did, we'd have the Jenny's swarming us," she would mumble.
She would raise from her seat, tilting her hat a bit more to shade over her eyes. Throwing her arms behind her back, arms clasping together, she paced around him in a circle. "Took you long enough to get here, Gregory~" she would tease playfully, smirking as she stopped in front of him. "Run into complications?"
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 20:08:15 GMT -8
He rolled his eyes, raising a hand and pushing up his glasses with the tip of his finger. "You could say that...although it was more of my team getting their asses throughly kicked and fired." He snorted, narrowing his eyes at her. "I had to get here on my own."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 20:11:03 GMT -8
Her lip would lift in annoyance. "Oh ew..." she murmured. "Why didn't you call me or something? You know I could have gone and gotten you," she'd frown, hands on her hips, an offended pout on her lips.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 20:13:02 GMT -8
"Now why would I do that?" he said with an elegant smirk, hand dropping from his face. "I don't want to bother you, seeing as you're so busy not recruiting anyone?" He sighed heavily, hanging his head slightly. "We need a new plan, and quick..."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 20:18:24 GMT -8
Her eyes would narrow. "And what do you expect me to do, hmmm? Go hand out pamphlets and posters and hold a luncheon? Seriously. I went in disguise and passed around the word to a few, so I'm hopping gossip does its job," she would turn her back to him, pouting childishly, as she often did when things didn't go as smoothly as she'd like.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 20:23:02 GMT -8
Sighing, his hands found her shoulder, squeezing lightly as he pressed up behind her. "Marisol...I'm sorry. I...am just very frustrated at the moment. Every recruit we gain, we lose within ten minutes."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 20:29:37 GMT -8
She would turn her head to look at him, giving a cool gaze, but still pouting. "Well, it isn't my fault that everyone that tries to join are childish trainers, thinking that joining Team Rocket will make them suddenly fantastic and powerful and able to take on anyone that comes into their path."
Pausing for a moment, she would smirk, eyes shadowed over. "It takes time to become quite as ruthless as you and I~" she'd say affectionately.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 20:35:11 GMT -8
He chuckled, hugging her neck fondly. "Of course it does...you and I are experts in closing off our hearts." Sighing, he pulled away slightly, holding her shoulders again. "Still...going undercover for a while, searching out the ones with potential, isn't such a bad idea."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 20:49:59 GMT -8
She would lean against him slightly, reaching a hand to cup her own cheek, index finger tapping her lower lip in thought. "Indeed, we could get to a larger audience with two of us, actually..." she would murmur softly, closing her eyes for a moment, giving a sigh.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 20:51:06 GMT -8
He nodded slightly, resting his chin on her shoulder. "We'd have to ditch the outfits...a big red R is much too noticeable."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 20:56:34 GMT -8
Marisol would reach back to pat his cheek gently, her hand resting there. "Yes indeed, but this problem is cured easily with shopping." She would chuckle, glancing back at him. "And I brought a few civilian clothes for us to go out in public, so we could do such shopping," she said with a nod. "I came prepared~"
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 20:59:56 GMT -8
Chuckling, he pulled away, patting her head affectionately. "As always~"
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 21:07:00 GMT -8
She would give a smug grin, before tossing her hair, turning, and walking past him. "Follow me, and I'll get you those clothes so we can hop to this ASAP," she said, sauntering confidently down the hall, adding a bit more sway to her step then probably necessary. Oh well.
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