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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 22:34:26 GMT -5
"Yeah, I got the bitch," the skinny one said, giving Tunes a hard shake that disoriented her enough to stop her fighting. He looked at her with a toothy grin. "Now be a nice little white girl and play along and maybe we won't hurt'cha."
She glared daggers back at her, a crude mask to her evident terror, and with a grunt the man threw her over his shoulder. "Let's get the hell outa here."
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 22:52:08 GMT -5
With a nod, the fat one turned and started his way towards the designated base for Team Rocket in the city, with the holy grail to their boss on his shoulder. Finally, he thought. they had Note, and could finally get the damn revenge they've been after all this time.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 23:14:10 GMT -5
Tunes' fight began again as she was carried into the Rocket base. The skinny black man grunted, trying to keep his grip, and let out a curse as she kicked him in the face. "Damn, bitch, you're asking for it!" he warned hotly, making Tunes let out a distressed whimper, but she ceased her fight. "Good," the man muttered. "Now where we droppin these crackas?"
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 23:29:56 GMT -5
The shorter of the two grunted, his nose now twice it's size, full in swelling after being broken. He gave a thought and then replied, "The drainage pit. we gan doss dem in dere dil da boss arribes." his speech more than a little difficult with his injury. Some more fishing in Bount's pocket revealed three pokeballs, but two empty. "Well dam! we neeb dose odder pogemon!"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 23:33:01 GMT -5
"Are you telling me that we dragged these two all the way here and we don't even have the right Pokémon!?" the black man cried, disbelieving. "Man, the boss is going to think we're dumb as fuck."
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