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A Monferno wearing an orange jumpsuit, with bleach white hair on his head and blue tattoos from under his shirt to his hands. Growling and muttering foul language as he is being dragged by two Rhydon Prison security guards, his ankles being dragged across the cold rock floor. The Flailing and kicking were practically useless as the Rhydon's opened the cell door and threw the fire type Pokemon into the dark cold cell. Ichiro the angry Monferno stormed up to the bars as the cell door slams shut.
"Oi! Maybe telling me why I'm in this piss hole, would be a good start!" Ichiro growled at the Prison staff. Ichiro wasn't impressed with having his tattoos visible on his arms since that usually attracts attention which is something you don't want in a place like this. He frustrating slams against the prison bars and turned around at the depressing, soul-draining cell. "This has to be related to that bloody garden," Ichiro muttered under his breath. What am I on about? It clearly is do to with that. Corrupt dittos, the load of them," Ichiro kicked the frail bed as he paced around the cramped space. Ichiro turned to the bars and leaned against it.
"How am I breaking out of this place?" Ichiro whispered to himself.
A Monferno wearing an orange jumpsuit, with bleach white hair on his head and blue tattoos from under his shirt to his hands. Growling and muttering foul language as he is being dragged by two Rhydon Prison security guards, his ankles being dragged across the cold rock floor. The Flailing and kicking were practically useless as the Rhydon's opened the cell door and threw the fire type Pokemon into the dark cold cell. Ichiro the angry Monferno stormed up to the bars as the cell door slams shut.
"Oi! Maybe telling me why I'm in this piss hole, would be a good start!" Ichiro growled at the Prison staff. Ichiro wasn't impressed with having his tattoos visible on his arms since that usually attracts attention which is something you don't want in a place like this. He frustrating slams against the prison bars and turned around at the depressing, soul-draining cell. "This has to be related to that bloody garden," Ichiro muttered under his breath. What am I on about? It clearly is do to with that. Corrupt dittos, the load of them," Ichiro kicked the frail bed as he paced around the cramped space. Ichiro turned to the bars and leaned against it.
"How am I breaking out of this place?" Ichiro whispered to himself.