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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 22:18:55 GMT -8
"Utterly nerve-wrecking!" she cried, leaning into him, burying her face in his chest. With her face hidden, she would smirk. Too easy. Way too easy.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 22:22:34 GMT -8
A few members of the group wandered over, clearing their throats. "You...about Team Rocket..."
"Pardon?" Greg glanced at them, looking calm. "What about them?"
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 22:38:26 GMT -8
She would look up, giving a concerned look. "You aren't perhaps interested.....are you..?"
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 22:47:26 GMT -8
One of the men shrugged with one shoulder. "Maybe...maybe not. Is it really any of your business?"
Greg smirked. "As a matter of fact it is. What is your business with Team Rocket?"
Exchanging glances, the men stepped forward. "We want in."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 22:52:09 GMT -8
An elegant smirk pulled at her lips. "Well now, Gregory..." she'd murmur. "What should we say to these young men?"
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 21, 2009 9:45:34 GMT -8
He shrugged slightly, one hand lifted from her waist and touching against his ball-belt beneath his shirt. "I believe we should say...good luck." He leaned toward her ear, watching the men warily. "Perhaps we should test them...somewhere more private."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 21, 2009 14:33:07 GMT -8
She'd give a seductive purr, leaning into him more. "Oooh I agree..." she'd grin.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 21, 2009 15:29:29 GMT -8
Grinning, Greg took her hand, turning away slightly. "If you'll follow us, gentlemen...we'll tell you everything you need to know."
For a moment, the group looked almost too afraid to go. However, two of the men smirked thuggishly and stepped forward, ready to follow.
Turning away fully, Greg took Marisol with him as he led the two men through the crowd, seeking out a much more private area. Perhaps an alley or... "Ah..." He stopped near an empty tennis court on the edge of the row of buildings, patting Marisol's hand. "What do you think, Mari? One on one?"
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 21, 2009 15:35:16 GMT -8
She lifted a finger to her lips in thought. "Hmm...Well, there is two of them. Two on two?" she tilted her head.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 21, 2009 15:57:21 GMT -8
He shrugged, stepping away from her, already lifting his shirt and resting his fingers on his ball belt. "Sounds fine to me..." He glanced at the pair of men, smirking. "Think you can handle that, gentlemen?"
The taller man snorted. "Don't make me laugh; of course we can."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 21, 2009 16:19:49 GMT -8
At the mans comment, she couldn't help but laugh. "Oh honey, I wouldn't hold your breath," she'd say, plucking one of her balls from her belt.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 21, 2009 16:37:48 GMT -8
Following her example, Greg plucked Bero's ball from his belt, holding it high. "Ready, gentlemen?"
Nodding, the men stood across from them, already holding balls in their hands.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 21, 2009 17:40:38 GMT -8
"This will be fun~" she would grin, her fingers stroking Fright's Pokeball.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 21, 2009 20:13:27 GMT -8
Wordlessly, Greg released Bero, patting his large head as he growled next to him. He watched the other two release their Pokemon - A Stantler and a Nidorino.
"Pathetic," he said with a smirk, looking at Marisol.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 21, 2009 20:21:40 GMT -8
Releasing the gigantic Arcanine, Marisol would stroke his fur, chuckling. "Very pathetic. We should teach them a lesson, Gregory." Fright would look at his opponents and smirk, then glance towards Bero. Can you believe what we're going against? It's almost insulting.
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