Post by SHEA CASSIDY on Feb 9, 2012 11:22:19 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: f0f0f0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #625C5E; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;] [style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 539 wordsTAGS: Crey <3 NOTES: Yay! CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE |
[td][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Shea walked the corridors quietly, her Liepard gracefully cantering at her side, and her Pikachu riding on her shoulder. Her cold, honey-brown eyes darted into the darkness as they passed a fork leading down to another corridor; then they shifted back in front of her, following the dim lighting of the lights that dotted the walls of the corridor. She made her way down to the training room, deciding to give her pokemon a bit of a training session before she goes out to scout the land for idiots who think they can break the law, and then they get their happy asses thrown in jail. She really hated the resistance, she really did. They were idiots to believe they could stand up to Team Rocket. There was really no one that could withstand their power.
And Shea loved the power; she loved the taste of it, the high she gets from just being in Team Rocket. She looked over at the pokemon on her shoulder and gave a soft scratch to the fur behind his right ear. She would never admit it, but Sparks and Slash, her Cubchoo, were her favorite pokemon. She has had Sparks by her side since she was ten, he was a part of her; and she rescued her Cubchoo while in Unova, and there was an immediate bond there. She would never show how much her pokemon meant to her when around other members of Team Rocket, they would think she’s weak; and she would be damned if she let anyone walk over her, ever. She wanted power, not weakness, and if being a cold manipulative bitch of a whore was how she was going to do it, then that’s how she would do it.
She smirked, almost evilly, as she came to the training room. It was full of attack dummies and lasers and anything else to train a pokemon into a killing machine. Shea has seen trainers breaking pokemon down to the soul to the point that they weren’t pokemon anymore, more like killing machines. But she would never do that to her pokemon, they obey her, trust her, and love her. Love. That silly little word. Shea would never let anyone love her, well outside of her family that is, but she rarely showed that she still loved her family; after all, her parents were the reason why her and her brother joined Team Rocket. They called the two worthless, said if they didn’t join then they would be disgracing their family.
Well, the old Shea Cassidy wouldn’t let that happen, she joined Team Rocket willingly, her brother with a tad bit caution and reserve; he wasn’t sure of joining Team Rocket, but he apparently did to keep his sister safe. Why he did was beyond her, the two hated each other. Her inner rant finally led her inside the training room; how time blurs while ranting within yourself. She heard commands being yelled, and her eyes focused to the darkness; there was someone already here. “Well I’ll be damned,” she muttered to herself as she saw fellow Admin, Crevan, often called Crey. She really hated nicknames, they were pointless. “Crevan!” she yelled out to the boy, getting his attention.
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