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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.
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giona ferrara
Hair fell around his face. Gel just didn't cut it, these days. He seemed more full of life than usual, throwing little punches every so often. The meeting was fated, now that all other things fell away. Now that the things keeping the Rockets apart slowly subsided. He sat there, with a Drakloak nearby.
Giona wore black denim head to toe, sitting at the base of the tree cross-legged. His cell signal was fading by moving this far from the city and the cell-towers, but it was worth it. He'd already sent out a group text, a call to aid. He was inarticulate and bad with words, and hopefully, they'd all be able to talk, rather than texting and letting the chips fall where they may.
"Gentlemen..." He said, stretching his arms out, and slowly standing. He was still dwarfed by the gargantuan tree, and saw fit to lean on one of its roots. He saw fit to greet the other Rockets, magnanimous in victory. Especially that Cillian Quinn and Adrian Malcolm , who he hadn't seen in months.
The gargantuan tree sat in the center of the grove. Like every great tree, it soaked up the city's carbon. The air felt cool, clean, and dry to all nearby. The one tradeoff was the pollen it put out. Like a songbird's mating ritual, for a life form that could not make a sound.
His buzzed eyebrows and deathly pallor made him just look like a skull with hair. Not even being Italian could spare him this fate. Like an illegitimate child of Oscar's.
"How have you all been, lately? It's been far too long. We have much to discuss."
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