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Post by ress5 on Mar 1, 2012 14:10:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | | [style= font: 18px/5px Impact; color: 8a3c27; text-shadow: -1px 0 #d3e6e4, 0 1px #d3e6e4, 1px 0 #d3e6e4, 0 -1px #d3e6e4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -6px;]WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO MAKE YOU SEE THAT I'M ALIVE?[/style] | It had been only a few days since Erica had joined team rocket, and he was rather impressed with how quickly he was adapting. Normally, it would have taken weeks or months for her to get into a proper schedule, to deal with meeting so many new people. Team Rocket, though, was different. For one, no one seemed to care. In a job situation, everyone would have needed to be introduced to 'the new girl', but in a team like this, things like names were on a need to know basis. She got few introductions, and even fewer conversations, which suited her just fine. She was perfectly content to go about her entire life talking to no more people then she had too.
Of course, it certainly didn't hurt that the vast majority of team rocket was composed of attractive men. Erica had always leaned that way, and with her camera at her side now being a legitimate part of her job, she had absolutely no issue snapping a few discrete pictures. Some people got defensive, of course, but he'd had years of practice with staying unnoticed. For her, it was a veritable buffet of men, all looking muscular and exotic, with funny hair colors and whatnot.
For the moment, Erica was lurking in what counted as the cafeteria, snacking on some food. The food wasn't terrible, by any means, but it wasn't exactly tasty either, and she was trying not to make a face as she ate it.
(Eevee egg - 1/10) |
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Post by Dahlia Anders on Mar 12, 2012 22:56:46 GMT -5
 i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet you thought an angel swept you off your feet Why couldn't Team Rocket afford better food!?
Ever since she had heard of Team Rocket, and notorious they could be... Ever since she heard of the war they waged against Epispect, Dahlia had grown pretty proud to be a part of it all. It didn't matter to her if she was considered a good guy or a bad guy (though she much preferred bad guy!). Even though her membership with Team Rocket only started a few months ago, she could already tell it was an organization she could come to enjoy. Somewhere she could really find her niche.
But one thing bugged her, and that was the godawful food.
To most, the food may be deemed passable, but to Dahlia, it tasted like crap. Even Pokemon food tasted better than this! But that was a matter of opinion. That doesn't mean Dahlia would keep her mouth shut about it, though.
Dahlia pushed herself through the doors to the cafeteria, her shoulders were relaxed and her hips swayed. The expression she wore looked tough, and she tried her best to be intimidating as she walked up to the row of food to stare down the "cooks".
"Hey," she snapped, "Have anything that can pass as food yet?" She raised a brow as the cafeteria ladies shook their head and gave her the same old answer. Nope. They didn't.
This was a routine for Dahlia. While she had nothing else to do, she'd harass the poor cafeteria ladies, and perhaps those eating the sad excuse for "food". When her questioning was done, she rolled her eyes. "Typical." Her arms folded across her chest, just below her large bosom and she walked over to the only other girl in the entire cafeteria.
That in itself was a bit odd. Another girl? The last she remembered, there were mainly men in Team Rocket. She could guess why she was chosen (her arms were currently nestled beneath the ginormous reason) so the other woman was making her quite curious.
Dahlia sat on the other side of the table, near the end, so she could fold one leg over the other. She propped her head up on a fist, and propped her arm up on the table. With a slight smirk, she questioned the girl, "You're actually eating that crap?"
What a way to greet someone, eh? |
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Post by ress5 on Mar 14, 2012 21:36:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | | [style= font: 18px/5px Impact; color: 8a3c27; text-shadow: -1px 0 #d3e6e4, 0 1px #d3e6e4, 1px 0 #d3e6e4, 0 -1px #d3e6e4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -6px;]WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO MAKE YOU SEE THAT I'M ALIVE?[/style] | Erica nearly jumped a foot into the air when someone sat down at her table. She hadn't been expecting that - hadn't expected to be noticed. She should have, though. She hadn't encountered another female all day. Team Rocket was almost exclusively male, and being one of the only (if not the only) female meant she was going to draw attention, like it or not.
It took a few moments to realize that she was technically among friends - and shouldn't have to be worried about that. Being noticed here wasn't as bad as being noticed out there. Out there, if she was noticed, it meant someone was going to dig through her camera, going to interrogate her about who she was and what she was doing. Here, though... well, she was a member. She was allowed to have a camera. Maybe taking pictures would be frowned upon, but it wasn't going to get her mauled.
Erica glanced up briefly, having gone out of her way to avoid listening in (what if someone found out, after all), and was even more startled to realize the person had sat down was a woman. Not a girl, either, but a proper woman, a few years older then Erica herself. Not only was she older, she was significantly more ample, enough so that Erica glanced down, a tiny bit embarrassed. She was... well, she had some, but they sure as hell weren't going to attract any attention.
The second thing that dragged Erica's attention away were - well, the rather prominent set of ears. The tail out of site, she found herself flat out staring for several seconds. She'd never seen a Gijinka with proper ears like that. They were... well, obvious.
It was only after a few seconds of staring that she processed the woman was actually talking to her, rather then talking to... well, someone else. With her camera at one side and the little egg tucked into her lap, Erica actually glanced around, half expecting Oliver to be standing over her shoulder, and for the woman to be talking to him. Apparently not, though.
"Uhm...yes. It's not so bad, really." It was alright. She wouldn't call it good. "Are you also team rocket...?" Obviously, and it was a stupid question, but she'd asked before she thought.
(Eevee egg - 2/10) |
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Post by Dahlia Anders on Mar 18, 2012 13:09:54 GMT -5
i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet you thought an angel swept you off your feet This girl was so... slow! Dahlia felt her smile drip slowly into a frown. Her wry expression immediately turned sour. When she noticed the girl glance around as if unsure she was the one being spoke to, Dahlia snapped, "You're the only one here, of course it's you I'm talking to!"
Lo and behold, the girl started talking. Dahlia didn't know if it was because of what she said, all she cared was that she was finally talking. No use in a conversation if the other didn't participate. When Erica gave her comment about the food, Dahlia wrinkled her nose. "You can't be serious," she said, "I've had Pokemon food that's better than this."
To each his own, Dahlia thought, however. She could tell this girl was a new member. She had not yet grown confidence yet, with her shuffling around, and nervous glances. The fact was especially known when the girl had asked if she was part of Team Rocket! Bah! As if a normal citizen could get away wandering around the Rocket home! But Dahlia let her inner annoyance slide, just this one time though. The girl may not be so lucky again. She took a deep breath and grinned. "Of course I'm a Rocket. Dahlia Anders." She held out a hand to the girl. "I'm gonna teach you how to live." |
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Post by ress5 on Mar 19, 2012 10:52:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | | [style= font: 18px/5px Impact; color: 8a3c27; text-shadow: -1px 0 #d3e6e4, 0 1px #d3e6e4, 1px 0 #d3e6e4, 0 -1px #d3e6e4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -6px;]WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO MAKE YOU SEE THAT I'M ALIVE?[/style] | It was immediately obvious to everyone who spoke to her that Erica was not exactly the most confident person. No, that was an overstatement in itself - Erica had no self confidence at all. When everyone else had been out getting friends, Erica had been off doing her own thing and avoiding anything that could embarass her. Realistically, anything could have embarrassed her, so she simply avoided everything. She didn't know how to deal with people, didn't know how to talk. She missed social queues, didn't make eye contact. It was all a mystery to her, and there was a tiny 'eep' that squeaked out as Dahlia so bluntly corrected her. Erica's shoulders hunched defensively, the food on her plate suddenly becoming insanely interesting.
The woman had tasted pokemon food before? Well, that was unexpected. Erica certainly hadn't. She wasn't rich, but was the woman before her poor enough she'd had to eat pokemon food? "I haven't." Erica responded with little more then a squeak, almost afraid to contradict the woman. What if she admitted she didn't mind the food, and the woman said she was a pushover? Not that it would be wrong (as it would be extremely correct), but Erica still didn't want to listen to that.
The introduction was welcomed - but the hand was not. Erica's eyes flicked up, darting over the hand as if it was about to leap out and strangle her. Shaking hands. That was what she was supposed to be doing, wasn't it? Very, very hesitantly, she reached out, taking Dahlia's hand into the weakest shake ever witnessed by Rocket Headquarters. "I'm... Erica. Erica Prince. I'm new." Which would be obvious to absolutely everyone.
(Eevee egg - 3/10
Edit: Egg moved over here.) |
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