Con
He/Him
20
August 26
Rustboro City
Gay
Bartender
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Connor Brooks
Screw this city! [Social]
POSTED ON Mar 7, 2021 3:20:54 GMT
Connor had nothing but resentment for Rustboro City, acknowledging this place as the origin of his misery, and never wishing to return as long as he could help it. Despite this, he found himself standing among the lamp-lined streets once more, doing his best to keep his cool at this assignment. For weeks he’d been asking to do more for the organization than simply being a gatekeeper to an underground gambling ring, wanting to prove that he was worth more than tending the bar that disguised it. He’d gotten his wish, but at a price that he wasn’t pleased with, much like a genie had given it to him. There was a man hiding out in this city that owed a substantial amount of debt to Rocket and he was sent to collect, an issue he had no problem with solving, but remained dismayed at the location. “You got anything, Crag?” He looked towards the Lycanrock at his side, sniffing the air as he still was attempting to pick up the trail of the degenerate gambler from a scarf he’d left behind at the casino. “We’ll keep looking.” Connor put a cigarette between his lips and lit the end, taking a deep inhale of the smoke to keep himself centered before blowing it out into the night air. “Fuck me.”
They started walking once more, hoping that soon they’d find this man and be done with it so he could get out of this city as soon as possible. Every street was a memory that he didn’t want to remember, the scents and sights all too familiar and barely changing since he’d last been here. “Hmm…” Connor spotted an izakaya nearby, wondering if it would be worth seeing if the locals happened to spot the man or knew where he’d been staying. “You hungry?” Crag barked in acknowledgement, pressing his nose into the leg of his trainer which caused a smile to appear on his rather dour face. “Can’t catch our prey on an empty stomach, eh?” Connor took another hit of the cigarette before flicking it onto the street, extinguishing it with a shoe before adjusting his tie and stepping into the establishment.
“I’ll take two specials, one for me and the other for my Lycanrock.” The woman smiled, obviously not remembering that at one point in time he’d stolen food from this place when he was living on the streets. “Fuck it, I’ll take some whiskey too.” If he was forced to be in this city, then at least he’d dull his senses to the misery. She took the order in stride and returned shortly to place the glass of alcohol before him, about to inquire about the degenerate gambler before a voice was heard from not too far away. “Screw this city.” Connor chuckled slightly, raising his glass in the air towards the man. “Cheers to that, fucking horrible place.”
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