a. z. fell
She/Her
30
December 21st
Fortree, Hoenn
Bisexual
Surviving
Civillian
i'm just a demon who goes along with hell as far as she can.
old pruners
POSTED ON Jul 11, 2022 1:00:30 GMT
Cyg had figured she’d well and burnt the bridges tying her to GMH after THEO BECKETT had recruited her for Rocket, what with the whole fuck you, I quit, door slam in your face, no two weeks notice, wham-bam-no-thank-you-ma’am display on her last day. This was, of course, well before she had ever planned on meeting oscar clayton , but luckily it seemed she was small enough pickles to not travel very far up the grapevine. So she was a little surprised when they rung her for a job-- not her old job, thankfully, but an unlicensed, under-the-table sidebit. Take your Pokemon, go into New Mauville, free up the generators, wham-bam-- --you get the idea. For old times sake, she zipped into her GMH onesie, with a blank tank top and workboots. She was pulling her hair into a ponytail as she waited for the other sad sack who got roped into this nonsense to show up. Yep, just two people, doing maintenance work. Nothing to see here, protestors or reporters.
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