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Team Trouble Cleff​
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To protect the world from disco disaster,
To unite all people under our dance master!
To denounce the evils of hip-hop and raps,
To extend our knowledge to misinformed chaps!
Team Trouble Cleff dances in most rhythmic delight,
Surrender now or step on the stage and dance for your life!​


You didn't think I was going to miss out on the chance to create a clever motto, did you?​

Even at its earliest hours, the city of Nimbassa was filled with lights, laughter, and music. Its many citizens were headed off to work, and the roads were bustling with honking horns and the smell of coffee from outside eateries. The gates to the amusement park were just about to open, and lines of people were waiting outside. Saturday meant no school for the children, a break from work for the adults, and most importantly, prime time for thefts.

In the middle of the city lied the Nimbassa Subway Station, the biggest hubbub for long-range travel and Pokémon battling. However, there was something else that did not normally catch the pedestrian eye. Deep in the abandoned tunnel was the base for the infamous Team Trouble Cleff; the number-one trouble makers in the Unova Region. But little did anyone know, their biggest plan has only just begun.

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Inside of the base was about seventy grunts, thirteen captains, six admins, and one boss. Most of the members were awake, but the newbies who came in yesterday were still sound asleep in their dreams. The rooms they slept in were nothing fancy; brick and concrete dressed the walls and floors, respectively. The room contained ten beds (though whether they could even be classified as beds was debatable) and a locker for each grunt. And of course, there were small stalls set aside for changing. It was a base for a villainous team, not an asylum.

Knowing what had to be done, their guide from the previous day, Rhythm, came bursting into the room where they slept and harshly blew into his bugle. A loud, sharp noise bounced off of the walls, waking most of the new grunts up. To help hit the nail deeper, Rhythm shouted in a sarcastic manner, "Rise and shine, campers! We got ourselves a fun-filled day today!".

Now up, the new recruits all stared at Rhythm. "Get up, get dressed, and meet me down in the mess hall. You remember where that is, don't you? Well, I'm sure one of you remember. Now, chop-chop! This Saturday's rhythm is gonna be a nice one, fo' sure!" With those words out of his mouth, Rhythm left the grunts to get changed and moving, and headed off down the hall.

Mission I: Get Out of Bed​

So, we begin now! I'm sorry for starting this a few days later than I thought, time always goes faster than it seems. I'm not sure how active this RP will be (hopefully active enough to keep it going) but I know school is just starting for some people and that will probably restrict everyone's free time.

Anyway, for now all you have to do is get your character down to the mess hall. From there, the action will begin!

@Singing in the Rain; @Lady Macabre; @Selenium; @Autumnbreeze;

@Flipgbh; I know you're going on vacation soon, so I don't expect you to post a lot/at all. Just make sure you read the thread when you can. :~)
@Flaze; You're obviously welcome to join anytime, you just need to post your SU. If you think you might have to sit this one out, let me know.
 
"Morning time already, huh? Damn it...

Darius Custodio's attempt to awaken was nearly futile; the only thought that convinced him to abandon his bed was the thought of punishment from his superiors. He had gotten next to no sleep, anyway- what ephemeral dreams he had were in anticipation for the adventures to come. With that, he lept out of bed obediently, as if he was fueled by adrenaline instead of insomnia.

"Ready for work, sir!" He announced, hiding a yawn.
 
Francesca Steele, or more commonly known as simply Frankie, was never good with waking up early. Similar to most of the new grunts, she didn't respond too well in response to the wake up call. It took her a few moments to actually realize where she was due to the sheer exhaustion she was experiencing. "Man, I completely forgot all about that didn't I?" She muttered to herself, brushing her hand through her short, brown hair. Her eyes then landed on her new uniform which was located directly on top of her trombone case. After a few moments of thought, she quickly burst up from her bed and soon got changed. It took her little to no time to get ready, as the only two things she did was get changed and brush her teeth.

Frankie headed down towards the mess hall, trombone case tightly gripped in hand. Her pokeballs and other handy items were tucked away inside with the actual trombone itself.
 
Terminator, as he was nicknamed, was one of the first to arrive in the mess hall. The fiery tempered man wasn't in the greatest of moods today, that much was granted.
 
Jaden was woken up by the sound of Rythmn's bugle, causing him to groan and put his hands on his ears before he rolled around on his bed in annoyance. "Oh right, this place is that kind of place," he pointed out with a groan before standing up and looking towards his uniform set up on the other side of the room. He quickly got up and walked over to the garments before swiftly putting them on. "Well, time to get this started,' he said as he put on his pokeball belt and began heading down to the mess hall.
 
The mess hall was a room a large, fancy room that could hold around two hundred people. In the center of the room was a large, circular table that held a cornucopia of food; bagels, toast, muffins, eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, fruits, vegetables, and other treats all took up space. Next to that was a large container with a label declaring "ENERGY BOOSTER". It was the only beverage in the room, including even water.

Aside from the food table, there was 28 square tables that together formed three rings. The innermost ring was where the admins sat, the middle was where the captains sat, and the outer ring is of course where the grunts sat. Everyone was chowing down on their morning meal and made smalltalk as they laughed and shouted. To say the least, Team Trouble Cleff was a lively group.

In each ring there was two admins, four captains, and fifty grunts, respectively. One of the admins was none other than Rhythm. Once he saw his new trainees arrive, he walked over and greeted them with a loud "Looks like you made it here! You'd be best taken a few mugs of that drink over there," Rhythm said, pointing to the drink container. "It tastes disgusting, but man does it fuel ya! Anyways, it's all you can eat! You have a long day ahead, so don't be modest!"

Rhythm walked back towards where he sat, but after two steps he quickly turned around. "Oh! Forgot to mention, but make sure you sit on the outside tables. That's where you grunts get to sit." Rhythm said with a smile. He sat back down with his co-admin and continued eating his own breakfast.


((Okay, so for now you can all interact with each other. The mission will hopefully be starting tomorrow night.))
 
Kellin flipped back the hood of his beautifully embroidered hoodie and shrugged. The mess hall is certainly loud and lively. He had been awake since an hour ago but didn't bother to wander out of the room because he'd get lost in this new place. He'd rather sit in his bed with his hoodie on and his earphones plugged in with full volume, waiting for the next instruction and now here he is at the mess hall with the other grunts.

The hoodie Kellin is wearing is simple, but very comfortable. The word "SWS" is embroidered in the back, which actually stands for "Sleeping With Staraptors", his favorite metal band. Kellin shouldered through the crowd of grunts and patted his pockets, making sure he didn't left his wallet and pokeballs behind. The new grunt also unzipped his hoodie and made sure the uniform is all clean before finally zipping it up again and smiled a little at the thought of making friends in a criminal team. He grabbed a mug filled with those so called energy booster drinks and sat down on the outermost rings of chair.

"Wow. This place isn't so different from the cafeteria back in high school..." Kellin mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his drink. "Wonder if there's a fellow baller here too..."
 
Once Frankie made her way down to the mess hall, she was first taken aback by the sheer size of the place. As she walked further inside, she began to grasp the handle on her trombone case even tighter out of slight nervousness. It took her a moment or two to actually take in her surroundings, but as soon as she was about figure out what to do next, Rhythm began to talk. She quietly listened to every word he said and tried to take in each instruction the grunts were told. When he was finished speaking, Frankie's eyes soon landed on the food in the center of the room. "I should probably get something to eat, huh..." She murmured to herself, tapping her thumb on the handle of her trombone case.

She took a muffin and a cup of the energy drink once she went up to the cornucopia. While she wasn't too fond about the fact that there was no water, the energy drink would have to work as a replacement.
 
The extremely large subcontrabass saxophone case was slung over the hulking Terminator as he swiped a bagel and a croissant from the pile. He also poured himself some of the strange drink, finding an empty table and sitting down alone.
 
Pip stood up and wandered lazily over to the cornucopia. After helping herself to a large full English breakfast, she looked for a place to sit. After a few seconds, she walked over to a table and sat down next to Frankie.
"Hi," she smiled, "I'm Philippa, but everyone calls me pip. I'm new here. What's your name?"
 
Still yearning for more sleep, Darius picked up a heaping plate of pancakes. He decided to eat alone in solitude, secretly awaiting someone to go talk to him. That being said, it was the first day. There was no rush.
 
Frankie was about to take another bite into her muffin, but quickly stopped herself upon noticing another girl sit down near her. "Nice to meet you, Pip." She greeted with a slight smirk, holding her hand out. "Name's Frankie. I'm new too, so it looks like we're in the same boat."
 
Pip grinned and dug into the breakfast. Looking down, she noticed the trombone case set at Frankie's feet. So you play the trombone, huh? I play the cello myself. I was brought up in a musical family.
 
Dude..." Kellin raised an eyebrow at the heap of pancakes in the plate of the grunt across his table. "You seriously gonna finish all that? As far is know, pancake is nothing without maple syrup!"

The new grunt took a small sip of his energy drink and wiped his mouth with his hand and grinned. "Name's Kellin. Fellow pancake lover here."
 
"Yeah, been playing trombone for years." Frankie said in response. Upon hearing that Pip played cello, she could only grin in response. "Ah man, nice! I've always wanted to play something like that. Maybe like the violin or guitar. But whatever. I'm cool with my trombone, and my trombone is cool with me." She added, holding back chuckles at her own comment. "And yeah, my family always loved music too."
 
"Actually... My family's kinda part of the reason I came here. My mum's the opelucid city flautist, so I'm always under her shadow, everyone comparing me to her. So I came here with a friend of mine, hoping to be treated more as an equal. She left, but... It seems nice here."
Pip tucked her seething mass of black hair behind her ears. Due to the rush to get here, she hadn't had tone to brush it, never mind plait it as usual. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at Frankie over the table. It was a hot summer's day, so she wore white shorts and a uniform vest top, revealing the tattoo on her left arm - a flower constructed of treble and bass clefs.
 
@Singing in the Rain; @Lady Macabre; @Selenium; @Prez; @Flipgbh; @Flaze;

Unfortunately, I will not be updating this RP anymore. It was stupid of me to think I could handle this just as I am getting back into the swing of things at school, so I am sorry for that. If I get the time, I may try to redo this, but maybe not.

Sorry, and I thank you all for participating and putting up with me.
 
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