Monsters Gonna Dance [Open]

[Perseus "Percy" Black]

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Percy was not one of those people. As the sun went down, the bright colors of the sky turning black, he found himself unable to fall asleep as he rested in his bed, thoughts swimming around in his mind, restlessly, images flashing by under closed eyelids. Sighing, the man sat up in his bed, pulling the covers from himself, eyes focusing themselves on the wooden floor, lips thinning as a decision came to his mind. Sliding from the warmth of his bed, Percy made his way to the closet, pulling out clothes to dress himself, the yellow growlithe laying by the bedside stand raising his head as he walked by. A soft, subtle sound fell from his maw, directed toward his trainer as the man pulled a dark colored, long sleeved shirt over his head, sparing only a glance toward the canine before turning to grab a vest. Pants slid on next, followed by boots, a few blades hidden away and a chain at the waist - a spy was never truly off duty, after all. Without a word, Percy left his room, the Growlithe quickly scrambling to his feet to follow, not leaving his side for anything even when he walked out his door and onto the streets. It was a cooler night, the sky clear, allowing for one to gaze at the stars shining high above, only dimmed by the light from the moon. Not a word had fallen from Percy's lips since he had woken, it was so unlike him, the Growlithe noted, his ears laying back with worry as he gazed up at the man. He kept his silence like the human at his side, allowing the man his thoughts - but worry still clouded his mind and features, tail drooping slightly as they walked. He knew something was bothering Percy... yet he also knew that Percy wouldn't tell anyone what it may be - time would be the only thing that could take it away from the human... the Growlithe had learned his patience this way. Percy, however, found comfort in silence, in fresh air and walks - however late at night they may be. He never confided in anyone, as the pokemon at his side knew. He was the type to keep his problems to himself, buried deep within - a secret to all around him, even thouse he considered dear. It wasn't that he didn't think that they shouldn't have to worry about him or his issues, which he thought to be petty to what others may have, but rather that he was afraid to let anyone know the things that bothered him. Percy, surprisingly, held many insecurities within, masked under a flirtatious, devil may care exterior, bound with determination not to let anyone know what resided within - nobody had ever seen him drown within himself as he often did when he was alone. Sliding his hands into his pockets, Percy tilted his head backward, blue eyes now gazing at the stars as they twinkled in turn with eachother, a deep sigh slipping between parted lips in the moments before he began to chew them in thought. Before long, he found himself standing before the slums, a place he came to often, both on the clock and off - most black market transactions happened within this area, along with countless other illegal happenings drugs, sex trafficking, murder... to name a few. But those were none of his concern. Percy came here for something entirely different... Illegial Gijinka and the underground marketing of pokemon DNA. When he couldn't sleep, the man went looking for information... and perhaps a fight or two to get his mind off of thoughts he'd rather not have. Gripping the handles of a few small throwing blades within his pocket, Percy spared another glance toward the Growlithe at his side, the puppy narrowing his eyes - understanding where they were and why they were here. Raising his nose to the sky, he sniffed, head moving from left to right with his maw parting, breathing in to taste the air, looking for any traces of people... but even the slums were pretty dead at this hour. Snorting, shaking his head, Artemis stepped forward, his nose falling to the ground instead as he began to walk foward, Percy following behind, forcing himself to relax as they moved, giving him the most casual appearence he could... even if the thoughts in his mind continued to claw at his heart. [/style] [STYLE= width: 350px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #022d4f; border-left: 5px solid #022d4f; border-right: 5px solid #022d4f; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; background-color: #01192d; opacity: 0.8; padding: 5px; color: #ffffff; margin-bottom: 10px;]TAGS;; Illorie NOTES;; ... I'm sorry... Percy usually isn't depressed, idek what's up with him... CREDITS;; Open [/style]

[Alexander "Alexi" Kain]

Alexander "Alexi" Kain

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Tags;; Percy Black
Eggs;; None!
Layout by Kuroya

Notes;;

Let the games begin! Also, this is a snazzy new table, so if there's something wrong with it, just tell me and I'll see if I can fix it for you or put it back in the old table, which works for sure. *salutes, tongue sticking out dumbly*

Alexander woke up alone in his room in the depths of Team Rocket Headquarters. Sitting up in his bed and letting the dark mahogany sheets slip down his pale skin to pool around his waist, the Zebstrika Gijinka could not help but let out a shaky sigh and run his hand harshly through his cropped black locks. Another nightmare. His hand was trembling lightly, and he scowled, not needing the room to be illuminated to tell that it was noticeable in just a glance. Closing his eyes and letting his breath out in a whoosh, he dug deep in himself to find the closed circuit of electricity, the instant he tapped it resulting in his body jolting slightly. Opening his eyes, he saw some small sparks darting over his arms, casting some dimly flickering light upon the surroundings. To his right was a solid rock wall, something he had been careful to place there so that he could curl up against it if he so chose to. It had been a pain to push his bed so that it rested against it, but he liked having something to put his back to and take comfort in, and he certainly wasn't going to leave his bed where it had been before which was tucked against the left wall in a smaller alcove. He had shoved a dresser there instead, not wanting to have to subject himself to a smaller confined space than the room already was. It had his instincts prickling half the time as is, never mind if it got any smaller.

Throwing the blankets off, he got out of his bed, his black fleece pants swishing around his ankles as he gave up. He had gotten a few hours of sleep, thankfully dreamless, and he didn't particularly want to push his luck by trying to sleep a little longer. Navigating by memory and the small amount of light left behind by the electricity still sparking on his skin, he made his way to the dresser and began pulling out the drawers to begin putting on some clothes so that he could get his day started. Intent on his task, he started when his surroundings lit up, and he wheeled up, his hands gleaming with the arch of electricity ready to be thrown in a fierce Thunder attack, but he blinked at the source, a ruffled looking Larvesta up on his pillow having obviously lit the candle that was burning on the nightstand next to him. Calming himself after a moment, he yanked on a skin-tight black shirt and pair of off-white Bermuda shorts before he looked over his shoulder pointedly at his Pokemon. Bugsy squeaked, understanding the message his Trainer was trying to communicate and fetched the olive riding jacket, holding it out for the raven-haired boy to take and throw onto his body, zipping it up in one quick, firm movement before he strode off quickly, knowing the dual type would keep up as he stalked through the corridors of the base, skillfully avoiding any of the other members.

Gulping down the fresh air, he shoved his hands into his pockets and fished around until one such hand came out with a Pokeball in it, tossing it up into the air and waiting for the bright flash of light to reveal the rearing form of his Ponyta, the Fire-type's bright blue flames standing out proudly against the night, just like the Ponyta itself. Alexander strode up to the equine and threw a leg over his back, sitting astride in a moment with the heels of his black leather boots pointed to the ground just like he'd been taught all those years ago by his instructor. He waited a moment for Bugsy to return to his Pokeball before the Zebstrika Gijinka tightened his legs just a fraction around the sides of his steed, the only cue he needed to give before the pair were galloping quickly through the trees. He didn't know where he was going or how far he wanted to go, he just felt the itch to have the wind run through his hair and strong muscles moving beneath his own. Who knows, maybe he'd even make a raid on an illegal Gijinka ring, see what he could turn up for Team Rocket. All depended on what he found.

[Gilbert Sacha Key]

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Therefore when he should have been curling up either around a pillow or simply in a tiny, tight ball in the corner of his bed as was his habitual sleeping position, the male was pacing the darkening streets. He was out on one of his little self-imposed missions that truthfully resulted in nothing of the good kind – although occasionally, if he was lucky, some money, but again, nothing won through good measures or means. That wasn’t however to say that Gilbert was a thief – oh no, he simply ran errands for people in order to make money; the suits that he demanded upon adorning himself in cost more than a pretty penny after all. But the true reason that Gilbert haunted the outdoors and didn’t remain simply at Team Rocket, seeking out an amusing pastime, was due to the information he was able to gather on his sister. He had reasoned that the perception of her death had been odd – far too odd for it to be actually plausible; for it to have happened at all. If his sister had been taken away by the man in the strange van, what was then to say that she hadn’t survived miraculously somehow – that she had remained alive and had been cured by Epispect and was now trapped in a contract with them that forced her not only to remain in their care but also to work for them? In the beginning, Gilbert had had no quarrel with Epispect; if anything, they were a family dinnertime topic, as his father worked there. And when Gilbert had gotten ill, Epispect had healed him. But then they did not help his sister, and rumours flew round the Team Rocket base that Gilbert’s past lover had been taken out by Epispect, well, then Gilbert’s feelings of anger had been rouse and the male had readily thrown himself into working for Team Rocket and for taking down the company, even if it was more to personal issues. But now, years after both his lover and sister had gone, what was he working for? For the chance for all humans to be gijinka, to be like him, without the question of unfair price if the human had wanted it. Gilbert paused, faltering, his cane slowing from the awkward dance it did across the pavement, and he pulled his trench coat closer, exhaling in a puff of smoke into the night air. One thing had to be said – his unusually slim figure was wrong for a male; an old friend once jested that he should have been a geisha courtesan, in teahouses in kimono, entertaining. A smile almost snagged on Gilbert’s lips, but faded soon after, his eyes hardening a little. The time for old memories was gone; he had to look to the future. A figure barrelled into him from behind, and he turned a little, vulnerable from memories, face childish and lost as he stuttered out an apology, disappearing into the darkness with a hasty backwards step. He was being foolish, and not looking where he was going. In the slums he had to be careful – this was a place where safety was low, and he, for all his elegance and grace, was actually occasionally clumsy, especially with his bad leg. The snake head carved into the head of the cane was comforting, and he leant heavily onto it, now in the junction of two buildings, a place which was dark and quiet. His chin tilted to gaze at the stars, and he idly ran through the constellations names in his head – as a child he had been fascinated with them, even if not so much now. His eyes sought two of his favourites; thankfully the stars that made them up were bright tonight, and a small smile came to him as he gazed at Hydra and Hydrus, the eight headed female water snake and the male water snake. He would have liked to have met Hydra. Perhaps shaken her tail, or the likes. Hydrus’ story was sad – he was in love with Hydra, but forced to travel through Eridanus, Orion, and the Milky Way, simply to visit his lover. At least one of the benefits of his Gijinka blood was that he had enhanced night vision. Gilbert pushed off from the wall, reappearing in the darkened streets as he straightened his coat, pressing both palms about it and righting his woollen scarf that he had bought off a street vendor. He adored his ability to at all times remained poised – loved how it was simply something that came with his gijinka roots. He lifted his cane, leaning on it lightly as he contemplated his next action, folding one leg over the other at the knee to exert a little weight onto his bad leg. Wrong move. The cane, which had been wedged in a pavement crack capsized, sending the ‘poised’ and ‘elegant’ gijinka ‘gracefully’ stumbling into a figure, practically pitching into him in the same manner as a bulldozer would go to knock down a house. Breathless, he tried to right himself, attempting to hoist himself up, before undeniably flying into the man’s crotch, face first. What a simply beautiful night this had turned out to be. A mental head desk was in order. NOTES: OBVIOUSLY, GILBERT IS NOT READY TO DANCE.[/style]

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