Basket Case [Levi]

[Oliver Radleigh]

[STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; text-align: left; margin-left: 15px; color: #CD0000; margin-bottom: -8px;]you're so cynical [/style]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-red.png); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #CD0000;]holding on, I'm lost in a haze fighting life 'til the end of my days[/style] [STYLE=width: 365px; height: 340px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-hue-pink.jpg); margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: -7px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 20px; opacity:0.5; border-top: #EE0000 solid 5px; border-bottom: #EE0000 solid 5px; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;]After a long day, returning back to the Team Rocket base to hide away in his office and do paperwork was one of the last things that Oliver ever wanted to do. Though, he knew it had to be done... and lately, more often than not did he try to put the paperwork with Wilhelm, hoping the elder would return it to him completed. He couldn't always count on the Absol Gijinka to do it, however... especially not with asking him night after night, for nearly a week now - he knew Wil had better things he could and probably should be doing. On the other hand... Oliver would only be looking for his next place on the streets to sleep that night. Pushing sleep to the back of his mind yet again, Oliver swiftly made his way through the corridors of the base, hood pulled over his head, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. He made sure to avoid any rockets on the way - wanting to avoid conflict and conversation at the time and finally slipped into his office, shutting the door behind him. Pulling the hood from his head, he removed his jacket and threw it onto the back of his chair, slumping onto the cushioned leather right behind it. For a few moments, the man sat there, leaning back, eye closed just... breathing. Even Oliver, the leader of Team Rocket, bad ass of the century, needed to just... lay back and breathe now and then... relax... have some down time. Only allowing himself a only a few moments of this relaxation, Oliver sat up and turned to the stack of papers on his desk with a soft groan. He knew what would be contained within the stapled and paper clipped pages - business... bills... complaints... medical charges for when rockets got into it with one another... none of it was his interest, especially not at the moment. Grabbing the first packet, his eye skimmed the title before flipping it open and grabbed a pen to mark off options, answer questions and end it with a signature - which he gave a fowl look too. It was something he never liked... his writing, his signature. Tossing it into a pile which he would declare finished, Oliver turned to grab the next one, leaning his head in his hand, already bored with such trivial work. The only thing keeping him going is the thought of it actually being done... that and the fact that he had no choice in the matter - it had to be done. Passing off the next packet, he picked up yet another, repeating the process over and over until he was finally halfway through the stack, taking yet another break. Leaning back, the man stifled a yawn, picking up on a few odd sounds outside his office, passing them off... lord knew what the rockets did when he wasn't around... and to be honest, he didn't want to know. Putting his mind back to work, he told himself that once he finished his papers, he'd wander from his office to terrorize his members... especially the ones making such a ruckus in the hall outside his door. [/style] Credits;; Ryuuin Tags;; Levi Notes;; trolololo

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[Levi Garner]

It had been a few weeks since Levi had moved into the Team Rocket headquarters. He had annexed a decent sized room in the lower levels of the base for himself, pestered Oliver to help him move some furniture and then proceeded to label it as his bedroom. The metal walls had been covered with posters and photos, anything to bring some color to the cold, steel walls of his new room. It had taken quite some time for Levi to decorate the room to his tastes, but now that it was done he could officially call it his bedroom and more importantly, he could celebrate his new success. The eighteen year old had gone out of his way to fill the room with furniture with the centerpiece being his shelf, the same shelf that seemed to hold every sort of alcohol the blonde could afford. He needed to remind himself to get a miniature fridge for the room, just to cool some things and keep a bit of extra food around. None of that mattered at the moment though, all that was important was the booze on his shelf and finding someone to celebrate with.

He pulled bottles off the shelf, as many as he could manage before waltzing out of his still lit-up bedroom. Levi eagerly passed out bottles to nearby members, making his way down the familiar halls before chatting it up with some coworkers. It was close to Oliver’s office, with any luck the man would still be there and the eighteen year old would get a chance to pester his boss and friend. Hell even if the tall male had fled the base for the night Levi figured he would just take a nap on the couch and surprise the other come morning. It was supposed to be a bit of a party and with all the rambunctious noise and partying that filled the halls the Jolteon Gijinka decided to take his leave.

Taking another swig from his bottle, the eighteen year old grinned as the warm, burning sensation washed down his throat. He swayed slightly as he walked down towards the hall, leaning against the office door when he finally made it. Levi just needed a second to reorient himself, fingers scratching at the door in an attempt to turn the doorknob and push it open. The blonde burst through, his arms swinging childishly as he caught sight of the male sitting at his desk. “What’re you.... w-what’re you doing?” Levi asked, his voice slurred slightly as he made his way towards the desk. “Should be partying, it’s the weekend!” He continued before trying to throw his body onto the desk, sprawling out on the paperwork as he took a heavy swig from the bottle.