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Post by Wesley Yates on Dec 22, 2010 21:29:05 GMT -5
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It had turned into a dreary day, clouds blocking the sunlight from shining down; giving everything a nice dull grey tint. There was no real threat of rain despite the look of the clouds. A strong breeze blew through the streets, kicking up small clouds of dirt. People moved quickly down both the sidewalks and the roads, a common occurrence in Matsu City. Wesley moved noticeably slower than the others that passed by him, one hand resting on the back of a Houndoom. Everything was a blurred blob of shape to the man, like it had been for years. It was why he always as Boon around him. The Houndoom made for a great seeing-eye dog. Oddly enough, walking down the streets, getting a bit of fresh air, it had put Wesley in a sort of alright mood.
A top hat sat upon his head, a matching accessory to the dark Victorian-style outfit Wesley chose to wore that evening. A lighter colored shirt with a black vest and black frock coat over it, and black trousers made up the outfit and only helped to distinguish him from the crowd. It didn't matter. Everyone was in too much of a rush to pay attention to him, which worked perfectly fine for Wesley. He didn't necessarily like most of the residents of Matsu City, anyway. Hell, he didn't even like the city. The only reason he was even here in the first place was because Matsu City was home to the Team Rocket headquarters.
The man member sighed, patting his Pokemon's side. This day could be moderately okay if there was anything of interest to do outside of actual work. Maybe a visit to a little cafe place would be nice. There was always time for an iced mocha. The only hurdle he had to jump now was getting over there. It was quite hard to see street names when someone had to get three feet away from them in order to make out the letters. Or he could always go back to HQ and make his own drink. "Decisions, decisions." Wesley tapped his fingers on Boon's back, the Houndoom's hears twitching back towards his trainer. Considering he wasn't in the mood to backtrack all the way home, the decision was a quick and easy one. "Cafe it is." He gave a little smile, patting Boon once more.
The Pokemon turned down a different street, Wesley following. Over the years Boon had learned the city well. It was only natural considering he never ventured into his Pokeball and went everywhere with Wesley. The two went down the streets, trainer trailing along beside his Pokemon. The cafe Boon had led the man to was a smaller one in size compared to the other stores that stood around it. It looked a bit fancier on the inside, though, with nice tiled floors and paintings hanging from the walls. All in all, it was a nice, well-kept place. Even when entering the place Boon kept by Wesley's side.
"Hello," the woman working behind the counter greeted, "What can I get for you today?"
Wesley tipped his hat to her, not uttering a greeting. Chances were she would be talking about him all day, anyway, the weird man who came in call dressed up in old fashioned clothes with a Houndoom at his side. "A iced mocha." Wesley paid for the drink and didn't have to wait long before it was done. That was one good thing about being one of only a few people in the shop at the time. The man took a seat near a window, Boon laying down by the side of the chair, head on his paws, not a sound coming from him. Wesley paid no attention to the well-trained behavior of his Pokemon. It was expected by this point. Taking a sip of the mocha, Wesley let out a content sigh. "Sweet things always make a day better."
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Post by NIALL LANSING on Dec 24, 2010 8:50:59 GMT -5
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Niall Lansing surely could have found something better to do with his time. There was always work to do for the Team Rocket Executive and Advisor, but lord only knew how much he didn’t want to do so this morning. The blonde man had woken up this morning, looked out the window, and cursed his luck. If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was dreary days. Sure, he liked the night time and he liked darkness – many things could be hidden within the black of the night and nobody would be the wiser, but dark days? They were pointless. People would be walking around, minding their own business, but interfering nonetheless. Irritating civilians who had no idea what was actually going on with the world.
So, like he did every day, forcing himself to ignore the god awful state outside, he showered, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and got dressed up in one of his nicer suits just for the hell of it. Something had to make this day brighter than it was turning out to be already, and maybe looking nicer than he usually would was the way to go about it. Now, this was not to say that Niall was a conceited man, oh no. He was above and beyond that. He knew that he looked good; he often found women, and sometimes even men, staring at him as he walked past. Actually, come to think of it, Niall was good at most everything he did, not only considering looking good.
Ah, now there was a confidence booster. He smirked at himself in the mirror, feeling the day brighten up the slightest bit, before walking out the door and down the street. He didn’t live too far from the Team Rocket base, so he figured that allowing the general public to view him before their day’s started as well would be nice. A scowl broke out across his face in less than two seconds after that thought. So now he was doing nice things? Fantastic. He was turning into a fairy.
He rolled his eyes and continued on his way, though something caught his eye for a moment and he stopped to look. A man dressed in an oddly familiar manner walking with a Pokémon next to him had turned down this street and was now headed towards a café. Niall, of course, knew who this was immediately and he cocked an eyebrow, wondering what Wesley Yates was doing going to a café when he really should have been at work.
Niall could have just let this fact breeze by him, but because of the nature of the day, he decided “what the hell! Why not have a little bit of fun!” so he, also, went to the café, wondering if maybe, just maybe, he couldn’t wreak a little havoc, or play with the man’s mind a bit. Who knows, perhaps he might even get a laugh out of the situation. He waited for Wesley to get his drink and sit down, before he walked up behind the man and his Pokémon and bent over so that his mouth was next to the man’s ear.
“You know what makes my day better, Mr Yates? Seeing that certain people are not where they should be when they are supposed to be there.” Niall’s voice was as cold as ice and as sharp as acid. He had a habit of speaking like this more for the enjoyment purposes of it than from necessity or even just habit. He liked the sound it, the way he knew that he could scare people with just his voice alone. Now, Wesley Yates, he didn’t know if he would frighten him, but there was always a possibility.
With a certain cool and collected air, Niall took a seat across from the white haired man, crossing his arms and tapping one of his fingers on his lips. “Yes, things like this make me absolutely jovial, can’t you tell?”
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word count: 668, sorry it's kind of short
tag: Wesley daaarling
notes: Huh, this fails, but I like Niall >D
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Post by Wesley Yates on Dec 24, 2010 11:13:55 GMT -5
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There was something enjoying in just relaxing at a nice quiet little place, sipping a delicious drink. It was a great stress reliever, despite the work Wesley was avoiding by doing it. Oh well. It was only a little break. It wasn't as if he were ditching piles of paperwork or leaving the fate of Team Rocket hanging in the balance. That was one thing he liked about not having a high ranking position. There wasn't as much responsibility as someone who did. Sure, there wasn't as much leeway when he did decide to procrastinate, and he did have more superiors to answer to, but they were all minor in his mind. Wesley was just fine with those few little things. He didn't join Team Rocket for any particular reason where he had to kiss ass or bend over backwards to get promotions. Besides, it was a great day to just relax.
Wesley leaned back in the chair. He would need to get back to work soon, if he didn't want to get into trouble. Oh well. If he did, he did. And speak of the devil. With the cup pressed against his lips a voice spoke dangerously close to his ear. The man knew that voice. It was hard not to considering Niall Lansing was one of his superiors. Wesley didn't say a word, taking a sip of his drink and watching the younger Rocket member sit across from him. Though not exactly scared, Wesley did know better than to test the patience of Niall. However, he couldn't help feeling like making a little challenge and game out of this meeting, see how long he could poke and prod before the Advisor and Executive snapped. He would refrain from doing so, at least on purpose and not without an escape route near by. Wesley did love life, and he would rather keep on living than face an early grave.
He set the cup down, keeping his arm on the table. "You look simply ecstatic. However, I assure you, Mr. Lansing, that I was just enjoying a little moment of the day to organize my agenda. Nothing gets done when everything is in a jumble." Wesley leaved forward, placing his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands, and gave Niall a little smile. Conversation wasn't his strong suit, Wesley knew that. He could often annoy others just by his vague words and lazy attitude. Most of the time it wasn't even on purpose, like now.
There were so many other little comments the man could have made, little remarks to pick at the higher-ranked member. He kept quiet beyond what he had already said, feeling like more wasn't necessary. Niall could take what Wesley had already said however he wanted to. Wesley merely picked up his drink again and leaned back, slowly emptying it of its contents. He never took his eyes off of the other man, though. Simply put, Wesley didn't trust him. Niall may be his superior, but that didn't mean Wesley put his life in his hands. He didn't trust anyone, no matter who they were.
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Post by NIALL LANSING on Dec 24, 2010 13:09:14 GMT -5
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Niall arched one of his blonde eyebrows and dropped his hand from his chin to the table, where just let it sit. He clenched his jaw ever so slightly, and allowed a tight smile to come across his lips. He had always known that there was something about Wesley that he didn’t quite completely enjoy, and that little detail was very apparent right now. Wesley, unlike most of the other lower ranking members of Team Rocket, didn’t fear him quite as much as he would have liked him to. One of the main reasons why he was good at what he did was because people were afraid of him – and he wanted it to be that way. People worked faster, harder, when they were scared of the consequences of their actions.
But then again, Wesley had never been quite as conforming as he would have liked. Niall was a fan of those who shut up, sat down, and did what they were told…Wesley was really only good at the shutting up part. The man only spoke enough to be irritating, to get out that snide remark, and then close his mouth and stare as though he hadn’t even spoken at all, or he was just watching you for some sort of a reaction. The entire situation was enough to make one part of Niall burst into incredulous laughter, but another part of him knew what game the Elite member of Team Rocket was playing at. Well, it was an easy game for two to play.
“Good to know, Wesley. Very good to know.” Niall replied, purposely dropping the honorific. He leaned forward ever so slightly, cocking his head a bit as he did so, essentially staring the man down. His gold eyes grabbed at Wesley’s, and they were filled quite simply with anger that would soon enough take over if the man wasn’t careful with what he said and did.
“Here’s to hoping you get that agenda of yours organized pretty quickly, yes?” He mused, forcing another smile in hopes of perhaps not looking too violent. He wouldn’t want other people in the café to think that he was abusing the man or something of the sort…Which he wasn’t actually above doing if people didn’t follow his rules and his orders. As aforementioned, he liked to keep people strict in line, and he didn’t like it when things didn’t go his way.
He had been like this since he was a child, hating it when things didn’t go as planned. It was as though some greater force was out to get him, or didn’t want things to work out the way they should. Right now, Niall was in no mood for things to not go according to plan. Actually, truth be told, he was never in the mood for that and he was never going to start liking it, though why he ever would was completely unknown to him. He was, after all, in a very high ranking position within Team Rocket and he really had no reason to.
“I would hate to see you unable to do your work, you know.”
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word count: 525
tag: Wesley daaarling
notes: failfailfail
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Post by Wesley Yates on Dec 24, 2010 16:17:20 GMT -5
[/b][/div] 34 | male | TR Elite [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,505,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2ed15oy.png);]• • • • •
Despite how irritating he was, and how he had a tendency to take things at his own pace, there could be no doubt that Wesley did his job, and did it well enough to keep it. For fourteen years he had worked for Team Rocket, stealing Pokemon and causing problems. He had seen a number of members come and go for a multitude of reasons. Why Wesley had lasted and stayed this long was for one simple reason: he just didn't care. Whether he stayed in Team Rocket or not, whether he was rewarded or punished, the man couldn't care less. It was also why he couldn't say he was scared of Niall. Wary and watchful of, yes. Scared, no. Whatever punishment Niall wanted to dish out Wesley would take it with the same attitude he took everything else with.
Ah, if only he could see clearly the other man's reaction. It would make this little conversation all the more fun. The mere idea that Niall could be irritated at him so easily made the little smile grow. Wesley set his drink down on the table, leaning forward again. He rested his elbows on the table, laced his fingers together and set his chin on top, giving Niall an almost innocent looking smile. Niall resorted to using his first name, and Wesley just smiled. It was obvious he was being stared at. There was just a feeling that came with it. Wesley didn't want to challenge Niall's leadership or dominance, and though he loved irritating people he didn't want to end up on anyone's shit list, either.
"Your, ah, worry is admired." He had been threatened, that much was plain as day. Wesley knew Niall's reputation. It was hard not to hear the rumors and tales that floated around like a twisted child's fairy tale. Grunts whispering back and forth about what sort of punishment awaited them if they didn't do their work. He had no intention in incurring the wrath of the executive. As much as he didn't care there was still a sense of self-preservation. He would do whatever it took to survive, and currently surviving meant not pissing off the man sitting in front of him.
Wesley sat up straight, stretching his arms out in front of him. "I wouldn't be too concerned with my work. It'll get done." It only took a matter of seconds to go over what had to be done and organize it into a quick and easy list to remember, nothing that would really require a walk in the city and a stop for an iced mocha. That had just been a period of procrastination on Wesley's part, a little break in a not so busy day. Procrastination, laziness, devil-may-care attitude. Wesley was the complete opposite of what people imaged when they heard Team Rocket.
He looked at Niall with a little curious look, wondering for a moment if the blonde man had come here specifically to comment on Wesley's lack of work at the moment. If so, the executive was being quite the hypocrite, not being at work himself. It seemed rather counter-productive to the Elite member. Figuring it would be best not to point this out, as there was nothing to gain from doing so and it would most likely only agitate Niall further, Wesley kept silent about it. No need in starting a fight where a fight shouldn't be.
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Post by NIALL LANSING on Dec 26, 2010 23:14:25 GMT -5
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Niall drummed his fingers on the table slowly, delicately, almost as though he was controlling it. Really, the movement was entirely subconscious and it happened when he was starting to lose his temper, which he did often, sadly, and most of the time he had little to no reason why aside from the fact that he just did. He supposed that that was the reason why people often whispered about his harsh ways and his lack of remorse. It was true that his punishments were harsh, but really, once you were past at least eighteen you should be able to make wise decisions, he was sure. And even before that you should be thinking for yourself and you shouldn’t have to be walked through every single little step of your life.
“Well isn’t that just wonderful? Absolutely brilliant, if you ask me.” Niall said, his voice holding no intonation to confirm his words whatsoever. It should have been pretty obvious from the beginning of their conversation that everything Niall was saying about being content or pleased was, for lack of a word to better describe his opinion on this matter, complete and utter bullshit. He thought that Wesley was being nothing more than a pest, though if he had ever been more than that what with his bad eyesight the Executive and Administer of Team Rocket wasn’t entirely sure. So he was a bit prejudiced, what did it matter? There was hardly anybody who could force him to think otherwise now, with the exception of the boss. If he wanted to look down on the Elite because of this little…disability, then so be it. He would and nobody would be the wiser. It wasn’t as though he went around screaming what he thought at the top of his lungs every day. Sure, he did shout quite a bit, but of course he wasn’t stupid enough to say something like that.
“Ah, I am glad to hear that. It’s good to know that Team Rocket is still being productive.” Niall smiled, though it wasn’t very warmly. “Just make sure that it does get finished when it should and we won’t have a problem, now will we?” He inclined his head slightly, forcing himself not to make a snide remark about the innocent expression on Wesley’s face that made him look childish. He should probably attempt to make sure that some of the more important members of the team were…relatively happy working for him. Relative being the key point to consider.
Niall looked down at the pokemon that Wesley had brought inside with him that was now sitting quietly next to the table by his master’s feet. Huh. So the man could train a pokemon to act how it should. Niall pointed at the thing, not really caring enough to look closely at it and identify it. Who cared really? An animal was an animal. “I see that you’ve done a good job training this one and making it obey you. I know many people whose pokemon would be running around all over the place and their owners would be doing nothing about it. I commend you for a job well done with this one.” Niall knew when credit was due, and he figured that he could offer it up now.
He would have probably forgotten otherwise.
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tag: Wesley daaaaarling
notes: done with no sleep ^^ beware
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