It's Not Like I Care Who You Think You Are [Open/Mod]

[Alessio Cassano]

January 25 Year 1

Alessio was…bored. After receiving his starters and dealing with some other pokemon, he’d found that a Mercenary’s life was not what the people at the lab cracked it up to be for certain- what with there being so little for Mercenaries to do that he couldn’t just do without pokemon to begin with and all. He didn’t doubt that if he so desired, he could go down the Winding Path, maim catch a bunch of pokemon and make it to New Pallet unscratched- but where to go from there, exactly? He knew there were areas around there, but what of it? Did he really want to slide into the Survivor mentality and go exploring? That doesn’t put money in my pockets quickly.

Alessio snorted dryly to himself shutting both eyes and stopping his step in the middle of the street. A few people who had been walking haphazardly behind him nearly bumped into him, which only earned a sharp reprimanding look from dusty green eyes before they continued on rather quickly around him. I need money for X-Gear chips and supplies…and maybe some new clothes…. He needed money. He needed money. A soft almost inaudible ‘tch’ sort of sound escaped from Alessio as he found himself glancing into the window of a shop and finding a number of things he didn’t have money for reflected back at him. There had to be something that would pay some high cash- or be profitable in some form or fashion- aside from smacking down those worthless pieces of armor people called Anorith that only earned… what was the exchange rate on those? Five dollars? Hah He could earn five bucks in less than thirty hauling something around for a Merchant or something.

Alessio grit his teeth upon finding his blood pressure had risen unwillingly and was now smacking against his arteries… or whatever the doctor had called them- and suddenly remembering those few incidents with said doctor and Carmen only caused Alessio to grit his teeth more. He was not going to think about that when he had other things to focus on anyways- like needing money, a lot of money. He supposed he could sell the pokemon he caught, but the only pokemon that earned top dollar would be those with aesthetics or interesting … ah what did the prof call it? Mutations? Stupid English it’s mutazione Alessio frowned. He supposed they both did come from the same root word if one traced back far enough but it was still a stupid word – and damn it why was he raising his blood pressure on words now? Carmen’s going to kill me.

A startling laugh escaped from Alessio at this thought- and he bristled upon hearing his own gruffness and stopped thereafter. A soft sigh escaped from Alessio before he forced himself to walk again refusing to acknowledge whatever confused looks he might have earned by it. It was his business and no one else’s anyways…. Back on topic. He needed to find some way to bring in a lot of money and quickly… Eyes flashing sideways, Alessio found himself glancing in the windows looking for at least the standard hard labor work if nothing else.