Motorcycle Troubles | Open
Going up the mountain was no easy task, especially since the ginger had no means of transportation. Her maroon motorcycle was in the auto shop, due to the engine management getting fixed. She would fix it herself in the hq garage, but Ellie was a bit lazy today. That and their garage was one of the coldest places at Team Rocket. The mechanic had even forgotten to bring her wallet for payment. However, she tried to offer an alternative payment plan, but this resulted in her getting kicked out.
“Hey, its their loss.” The burnette groaned, starting to walk up the mountain to base. This was going to be a long walk.
Ugh. mountains. Especially mountains with forests. Grimsley wasn’t sure what possessed this Team Rocket to build their headquarters on the side of the damn thing, but the fact that there was barely a clear path should have been setting up all sorts of little red flags that their location choice was a terrible, terrible idea. That, or they needed a chauffeur service. Honestly, the Elite found himself thinking, he shouldn’t have to be made to walk all the way up. Especially with all the bugs crawling around; they were the worst part of this walk.
Eyes shifting side to side in an unending cycle, Grimsley proceeded to embark upon the journey up the mountain, his bisharp following along leisurely. It was about the moment Grimsley was thinking of just heading back into town and renting a room at a fancy hotel until he could hire someone to drive him back when he caught sight of someone through the trees, and he paused. A person? A traveling companion. Isn’t that what kids did these days, travel with other people? Grimsley could be hip like that. Also maybe they’d actually know the way back up--not to say that Grimsley didn’t of course. He would just be... testing them. Yes. That was it.
“Hello, there,” he greeted, offering the least creepy smile he was capable of at the moment, “are you headed all the way up? To HQ?”
