It has been said that the amount of security a store puts up depends on its location. If a shop is in the middle of a ghetto, it becomes more cost effective to install measures to prevent thievery. In places where there's little to no theft, it's more cost effective to simply ignore it when things are stolen. This is true of Jessy's town. It has always had reputation for being a safe place to live, and as such has stores of the latter kind. If a box of Cheerios mysteriously disappears from the shelf about once a week without showing up in the cash register's records, it doesn't really matter. No employee gets upset when they notice one or two fewer apples in the fruit aisle than there should be. It doesn't hurt profits, so why should they bother to look for the thief? Jessy's shoplifting was barely even noticed.
1992
Time passed and Jessy became a teenager. She decided to pursue one of her other dreams, nursing. She entered a nursing school in a far off town, but it turned out all of her classmates were Chanseys. It wasn't a very easy environment to cope with, and she was at a disadvantage since she didn't have the natural calming aura Chanseys generate to their patients. Her impatience and anger didn't help much either. She ended up flunking again, but her roommate Chansey gave her half of its graduation pendant as a symbol of eternal friendship.
It was the Halloween of that very year that the most horrifying and bewildering of Jessy's life experiences took place. She was alone that evening, with very little to do. She idylly watched the shadows outside her window dance in the light of the Cubo-lantern. It began to rain, softly at first, but soon hard enough to snuff out the lantern's candle. Then came the flashes of light and the thunder. Jessy lay on her couch and made to turn on the lamp, but the power had been blown. It may have been hours or mere minutes she lay there listening to the storm. She wished desperately for something to happen to break the bleak atmosphere. Her wish was answered. The phone rang, surprising her two ways. Firstly that the phone lines were still working, and second that anyone would be calling her so late.
"Hello?"
"Remember me?" The voice did indeed seem familiar, but garbled, as though something was between the speaker's mouth and the phone.
"Who's there?" She asked with a certain twinge of fear in her voice.
He murmered a few words that sent chills up, down, and spiraling through her spine.
"I'm right here, now."
"Where?"
"Now I can see you... I can touch you... hahahaha..."
She slammed down the phone.
"Screaking and creaking..." She heard the voice, coming from her own kitchen! The phone lines had indeed been down. He was calling her from within her own house. "I move silent in the night. Who could it be? You'll never guess through my disguise." The voice chuckled malignly as a black cloaked figure approached from the other room. Jessy reeled for something to attack it with, but could find nothing. He was before her. The face of the intruder was, as he had said, disguised by a Marowak mask. Much to the girl's horror, she saw he held a knife instead of a bone. He attempted to grab her arms, and when she resisted he stabbed for her unprotected face. What occured next went by in less than a second. In supreme act of self preservation, Jessy twisted her arm out of his grasp and grabbed the knife. She used it to cut through his mask, as it was mere plastic, not true bone, and cut through his left eye. As he howled in pain she dashed out her house.
The next morning Jessy woke up in the lobby of the police station. After her escape she gone to where she knew the madman wouldn't follow. She had told the police the most of the story, but since she couldn't give them an accurate description of her assailant, it was highly unlikely they would identify him.
What Jessy never saw was the scar Davy had mysteriously accquired over the course of Halloween night...
Meanwhile James didn't fare well. With no Pokemon, no Jessy, and certainly no chance of him even considering heading home. His money, and luck had pretty much run out. Life on the street is a book length story in and of itself, the struggle to survive, the day to day victories and losses of lifes most simple things. But if asked to talk about it, you can be sure James will tell you just about as much as he would about his family. All that needs to be said was, he survived. If you ever wonder why he seems to be chipper and optomistic in his currention situation, it's just that he's knows how much worse off he could really be. Somewhere along the way, a fellow named Chopper and his friend invited him to join their gang.
1993
Disillusioned at doing anything constructive with her life, Jessy traveled to Sunny Town. She joined up with a bunch of hoodlums on bicycles that stalked the unfinished bridge that spanned the nearby bay. Amazingly, James was already a member. He had joined after flunking out of the school and had still never been able to bike without training wheels.
The bike gang was a perfect way for Jessy to express her anger through hassling travelers and destroying property. Her weapon of choice was a chain salvaged from the gears of a busted bike. Her habit of twirling it gymnast style while riding earned her the nickname "Chainer Jess". Her toughness let her rise to the state of an idol among the other members, especially a green haired girl named Tyra. Tyra and her male counterpart Chopper were the unofficial leaders of the gang, but if Jessy had told the gang to do something, they would have leapt to it. One of Jessy's favorite things to do when not on wheels was to sew her and James various outfits. She liked to imagine them as a collection of disguises they could use to hide their identities from the law with. James was glad to be surrounded by tough friends, and for the first time in a long time, was happy again.
1995
When J and J were sixteen, they decided to look for a new 'occupation'. Mugging people on occasion could only buy you so many things, and James' money had long since run dry. Fortunately, the occupation came looking for them. A man who had been crossing the bridge noticed Jessy's sadistic attitude and total disregard for the law when she mugged a woman. He followed her back to the parking lot where the gang hung out. He motioned for her to come over to him. She shrugged and complied. He was an average looking person, but kept smiling in a secretive and odd way. "You're a tough girl. You seem to have a knack for showing people whose boss, eh?" She laughed at the comment. "I certainly do, don't I?" He nodded, seeming to see something she wasn't. "But it's pointless really. There's no fame to be gained from being a bike punk. I want to be an object of fear, not a nuisance!" The man chuckled softly. "I know a way you can be. I belong to an organization that strikes fear into the heart of trainers. A group that rules the world from the shadows." He looked at her with a serious expression. "We can always use those with strength in our ranks. If you join us, you'll have the whole world cowering at your feet, in time." Jessy's blue eyes lit up in hope. "It sounds utterly wonderful. I'll join! What's the name of this group?" Then the man spoke two words that would shape Jessy's entire future. "Team Rocket."
1992
Time passed and Jessy became a teenager. She decided to pursue one of her other dreams, nursing. She entered a nursing school in a far off town, but it turned out all of her classmates were Chanseys. It wasn't a very easy environment to cope with, and she was at a disadvantage since she didn't have the natural calming aura Chanseys generate to their patients. Her impatience and anger didn't help much either. She ended up flunking again, but her roommate Chansey gave her half of its graduation pendant as a symbol of eternal friendship.
It was the Halloween of that very year that the most horrifying and bewildering of Jessy's life experiences took place. She was alone that evening, with very little to do. She idylly watched the shadows outside her window dance in the light of the Cubo-lantern. It began to rain, softly at first, but soon hard enough to snuff out the lantern's candle. Then came the flashes of light and the thunder. Jessy lay on her couch and made to turn on the lamp, but the power had been blown. It may have been hours or mere minutes she lay there listening to the storm. She wished desperately for something to happen to break the bleak atmosphere. Her wish was answered. The phone rang, surprising her two ways. Firstly that the phone lines were still working, and second that anyone would be calling her so late.
"Hello?"
"Remember me?" The voice did indeed seem familiar, but garbled, as though something was between the speaker's mouth and the phone.
"Who's there?" She asked with a certain twinge of fear in her voice.
He murmered a few words that sent chills up, down, and spiraling through her spine.
"I'm right here, now."
"Where?"
"Now I can see you... I can touch you... hahahaha..."
She slammed down the phone.
"Screaking and creaking..." She heard the voice, coming from her own kitchen! The phone lines had indeed been down. He was calling her from within her own house. "I move silent in the night. Who could it be? You'll never guess through my disguise." The voice chuckled malignly as a black cloaked figure approached from the other room. Jessy reeled for something to attack it with, but could find nothing. He was before her. The face of the intruder was, as he had said, disguised by a Marowak mask. Much to the girl's horror, she saw he held a knife instead of a bone. He attempted to grab her arms, and when she resisted he stabbed for her unprotected face. What occured next went by in less than a second. In supreme act of self preservation, Jessy twisted her arm out of his grasp and grabbed the knife. She used it to cut through his mask, as it was mere plastic, not true bone, and cut through his left eye. As he howled in pain she dashed out her house.
The next morning Jessy woke up in the lobby of the police station. After her escape she gone to where she knew the madman wouldn't follow. She had told the police the most of the story, but since she couldn't give them an accurate description of her assailant, it was highly unlikely they would identify him.
What Jessy never saw was the scar Davy had mysteriously accquired over the course of Halloween night...
Meanwhile James didn't fare well. With no Pokemon, no Jessy, and certainly no chance of him even considering heading home. His money, and luck had pretty much run out. Life on the street is a book length story in and of itself, the struggle to survive, the day to day victories and losses of lifes most simple things. But if asked to talk about it, you can be sure James will tell you just about as much as he would about his family. All that needs to be said was, he survived. If you ever wonder why he seems to be chipper and optomistic in his currention situation, it's just that he's knows how much worse off he could really be. Somewhere along the way, a fellow named Chopper and his friend invited him to join their gang.
1993
Disillusioned at doing anything constructive with her life, Jessy traveled to Sunny Town. She joined up with a bunch of hoodlums on bicycles that stalked the unfinished bridge that spanned the nearby bay. Amazingly, James was already a member. He had joined after flunking out of the school and had still never been able to bike without training wheels.
The bike gang was a perfect way for Jessy to express her anger through hassling travelers and destroying property. Her weapon of choice was a chain salvaged from the gears of a busted bike. Her habit of twirling it gymnast style while riding earned her the nickname "Chainer Jess". Her toughness let her rise to the state of an idol among the other members, especially a green haired girl named Tyra. Tyra and her male counterpart Chopper were the unofficial leaders of the gang, but if Jessy had told the gang to do something, they would have leapt to it. One of Jessy's favorite things to do when not on wheels was to sew her and James various outfits. She liked to imagine them as a collection of disguises they could use to hide their identities from the law with. James was glad to be surrounded by tough friends, and for the first time in a long time, was happy again.
1995
When J and J were sixteen, they decided to look for a new 'occupation'. Mugging people on occasion could only buy you so many things, and James' money had long since run dry. Fortunately, the occupation came looking for them. A man who had been crossing the bridge noticed Jessy's sadistic attitude and total disregard for the law when she mugged a woman. He followed her back to the parking lot where the gang hung out. He motioned for her to come over to him. She shrugged and complied. He was an average looking person, but kept smiling in a secretive and odd way. "You're a tough girl. You seem to have a knack for showing people whose boss, eh?" She laughed at the comment. "I certainly do, don't I?" He nodded, seeming to see something she wasn't. "But it's pointless really. There's no fame to be gained from being a bike punk. I want to be an object of fear, not a nuisance!" The man chuckled softly. "I know a way you can be. I belong to an organization that strikes fear into the heart of trainers. A group that rules the world from the shadows." He looked at her with a serious expression. "We can always use those with strength in our ranks. If you join us, you'll have the whole world cowering at your feet, in time." Jessy's blue eyes lit up in hope. "It sounds utterly wonderful. I'll join! What's the name of this group?" Then the man spoke two words that would shape Jessy's entire future. "Team Rocket."