K.R.I.S 35FM Radio [ Kris&Proton ]
Every so often, Kris liked to sit back and admire her handiwork.
Usually this meant a well-prepared loaf of berry bread, or an expertly made fishing pole. But today it was time to reflect on a much more sentimental event. Kris crossed her arms and leaned back against the streetlamp, staring up at the radio tower with a smug smirk dominating her face. Yes-sir-ee, this was her handiwork. It had been a couple of years, but that didn’t change the fact that she was pretty much the reason that Team Rocket failed to return.
Well… okay, maybe some other losers had something to do with it. But Kris was the main reason. That was her story and she was sticking to it.
Twilight had just about fallen on Goldenrod City, and the lights inside of buildings were beginning to flicker on. It was a clear winter day, the brisk cold nipping at exposed flesh. Kris was familiar with these bitter nights in the "City of Gold", and had in fact experienced them in the very shady back alleys that began just a few yards from where she stood.
She hadn't returned to the city since those days of poverty-- save, of course, the day where she stormed the Radio Tower on Suicune's back, taking out her anger, loneliness, and depression on the first criminal syndicate that presented themselves to her.
But once Team Rocket was effectively destroyed, Kris had rode off without even looking back. She made it a point to avoid the city, and the memories.
Until today. Today was the day that Kris decided 'you know? Let's pay Goldenrod City a visit.' There was no rhyme or reason to why today was the day, but that was how it turned out for one reason or another.
Somebody shuffled by her, and before Kris knew what she was doing she was talking. “Hey,” she called, tossing a cocky smirk the stranger’s way. “Didja know ‘dat I’m ‘da one who ran ‘dem Team Rocket schmucks outta ‘dis joint? 'Dey ran off wit' 'deir tails tucked between 'deir legs, all 'cause'a me!”