played byplanetofthevapes
catello casimiro
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twenty-four
june 20th
Mauville City
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rocket member
executive
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @jonah
giona ferrara
Jonah Ferrara could be accurately described as a mess. Ontop of wearing the black uniform, he wore a bright yellow jumpsuit over it. Despite numerous claims that he could never sweat through the jumpsuit, it was a half-truth. The Rocket uniform wicked away moisture, sure, but it had nothing to do with the cause of the scent of sweat; the trace amounts of ammonia, salt, and urea found in sweat. So, an @everyone accusing people of smelling unclean came as no surprise. Furthermore, he'd worked with Glitch a couple times, so he hadn't any hostility towards it. That was just how they communicated. Furthermore, back home, he did have an allegedly all-in-one liquid soap that he used for his hair, face, body, laundry, windows, killing dust mites, and cleaning floors. And a mattress with no bedframe. Jonah prepared for the meeting by grabbing a pair of underwear and black mesh shorts to wear after, holding them under an arm like an american football player.
Approaching the spread of hygiene products, Jonah's eyes lit up. "You really outdid yourself this time. I... wow!" He said to glitch maverick , eyeing a tower of bottles of conditioner for hair. He was in awe and slightly intimidated, like the apes in 2001 A Space Odyssey being met with the obelisk. His fuchsia hair looked lifeless when he peeled his beanie off. His single braid truly earned the colloquial name rat tail. Ever the selfish hog, he grabbed a cheri berry body wash, a rawst berry shampoo, and a conditioner that looked utterly foreign to him. Running to the edge of the water, he slowly peeled the two layers of clothes off of himself and climbed in. He started to open the body wash bottle, and slathered what could be accurately described as a fistful all over his toned cyclist form. To rinse, he simply kicked his feet up and tried to make his body sink for a moment. He had the same warrior-monk calm about the whole thing that Miles Sharp had. He didn't even mind that someone sat on the sidelines watching. Well, so long as he stayed quiet.
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