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James' Voicemail

Mar. 15th, 2008 | 10:14 pm
mood: optimisticoptimistic

I've blasted off again at the speed of light,
So my evildoing gear isn't entirely right.
To protect the world from missed phone calls,
To make sure I'm recieving my messages all,
Leave your name and number at the sound of the tone,
And I'll get back to you when I reassemble my phone.


*Beep~fizzle~snap~BOOM*

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Ah, free. (Potbelly Pig A4)

Jul. 13th, 2006 | 11:20 pm

James was in a good mood.

Mostly because he had elbow room again.

Humming to himself, he got to work, writing up a solo motto to use now that he was without a Jessie to kick things off.

And he was also plotting his sweet revenge against Shiro. The nerve, locking him up in a Pokeball for nearly two months!!

His back was terribly cramped up.



I'm baaaaaaaaack. Just James, though, until I have a more secure internet connection. MacB will return, someday!

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Potbelly Pig, A4, Monday Afternoon

May. 29th, 2006 | 01:23 pm
mood: busybusy

It was a pleasant day. James was still feeling wonderful after the pampering that he had recieved at the Salon earlier that day, his hair in cute, tight little curls and his nails painted bright red to match the 'R' on his uniform.

He was relaxing on his bed, now, polishing his Pokeballs, and all seemed well in the world.

Except that something was missing. He couldn't quite place a finger on what, however. It was just that nagging feeling that he had forgotten about something. Someting important.

{OOC: Open a certain Cat-demon. Oh yes. Closed like a closed thing, now. You won't be seeing James again until I get the internets once more. Bye!}

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Room 516, Morning

May. 21st, 2006 | 10:43 am
mood: excitedexcited

"It's here! It's here!!!"

James' voice echoed down the hallways of the fifth floor as he ran back to his dorm room, a package in hand, and threw the door open.

"Shiro! Shiro! It's here!"

There was more than just a little excitement in his voice. After all, it was a big day for his first and only Team Rocket protege.

"SHIRO!"

{OOC: If the screeching catches your attention, that's cool. James is just making a delivery to his favorite Rocket Grunt. The door's open.}

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Room 516, Late Afternoon

May. 16th, 2006 | 08:30 pm
mood: determineddetermined

James was a man on a mission. He had just tore out of the common room with Shiro in tow, and now he had just one thing to do.

As the only member of Team Rocket on campus, it was his solemn duty to induct new members into the Fandom High chapter of the team.

And if he had anything to say about it, Shiro would be one of those members.

"Now just stand right there," he said, letting go of Shiro's wrist and going to rummage through his dresser drawer. "I've got something for you."

{All Catmodding in this post was done with permission. I was allowed to grab that wrist, yay!}

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Scary Pokemon will eat me. Aaah. (Room 516, Wednesday evening)

May. 10th, 2006 | 10:40 pm
mood: scaredshivering and terrified

Yep. James was still shivering under the covers, terrified like a shivering, terrified thing.

He was also clutching a wee red-and-white ball to his chest like it was his final lifeline.

The boss hadn't said anything about sharing a room with a demon! He had been under the impression that all he had to do in order to redeem himself in the eyes of Team Rocket was to return home with some shiny rare Pokemon.

He peered out from under the covers, wide-eyed, and prayed that the demon with the meowth ears wasn't going to return any time soon.

{OOC: Anyone who knocks will be welcome in if they can assure James that they're not a demon. Shiro, of course, is more than welcome.}

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Blasting off again...

May. 9th, 2006 | 02:40 am
location: A roof!
mood: weirdToo Pretty To Die!

Somewhere in the serene night on Fandom Island, a teal deer gave off its soulful cry. The crickets shushed the bees in their steady song. An airplane droned in the distance, steadily approaching the shore.

If anyone cared to look at the airplane...Collapse )
{Ah, it's nice to play with James some more. If anyone cares to show up to prod at the zonked-out Rocketeer, I won't be home from work tomorrow until about 6:00 MST to wake him up again. If, for whatever reason, you end up rummaging through his backpack, all he has with him in his bag is a handful of nickels, a bottlecap collection, some old POGs, and some empty candy wrappers. Feel free to poke, prod, or draw on James' face as you see fit while I'm gone. Summer camp is going to be crack.}

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