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route_10652015-05-05 11:34 pm
rocketralph) wrote in route_10652015-05-05 11:34 pm
Entry tags:
Good Guys
Who: Ralph and Wrath
Where: Goldenrod
When: May 6, night time
Summary: TIME TO GO STEALIN'
Rating: PG
Log:
"You remember what you're supposed to do?"
Ralph was a hulking shadow in the alley, all in black and red, face obscured by his cap and mask. His fists were taped. Blanca, his Ampharos, crouched by his trainer's heels, eyes trained on a stray Meowth lazing on the fire escape above them. His light was low. They were crouched between two tall buildings and though the alley was full of puddles and garbage, the festivities just on the other side of the damp bricks couldn't be more posh.
The clinking of glasses, the jovial laughter of the far-too-wealthy, and the happy cries of rare pokemon spilled out into the night. The party was in the latter half of its full swing. People would be retiring to their rooms soon. The job outline made it sound a lot like the first prom he attended. Ralph ached a little in his chest. He'd gone to that party on the job but returned with nothing. He'd gotten in a food fight instead and generally just took up space. He'd bee so determined to turn his R the other way around.
And now here he was. In the sparkin' rain with an empty burlap sack thrown over one shoulder. If Gene could see him now he'd laugh his stupid mustache right off his square little face.
Where: Goldenrod
When: May 6, night time
Summary: TIME TO GO STEALIN'
Rating: PG
Log:
"You remember what you're supposed to do?"
Ralph was a hulking shadow in the alley, all in black and red, face obscured by his cap and mask. His fists were taped. Blanca, his Ampharos, crouched by his trainer's heels, eyes trained on a stray Meowth lazing on the fire escape above them. His light was low. They were crouched between two tall buildings and though the alley was full of puddles and garbage, the festivities just on the other side of the damp bricks couldn't be more posh.
The clinking of glasses, the jovial laughter of the far-too-wealthy, and the happy cries of rare pokemon spilled out into the night. The party was in the latter half of its full swing. People would be retiring to their rooms soon. The job outline made it sound a lot like the first prom he attended. Ralph ached a little in his chest. He'd gone to that party on the job but returned with nothing. He'd gotten in a food fight instead and generally just took up space. He'd bee so determined to turn his R the other way around.
And now here he was. In the sparkin' rain with an empty burlap sack thrown over one shoulder. If Gene could see him now he'd laugh his stupid mustache right off his square little face.
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"Okay, okay, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
He doesn't stop the Granbull from following him as he scampers after Ralph, though.