[center][h1][color=ed1c24]The Red Hand[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h2][color=f26522]Charley[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][h2][color=0072bc]Dewmeadow[/color][/h2][/center]

[@PlatinumSkink] [@Morose] [@Hatakekuro]

Monster, no respect, predator. These words were used when he was rejected from The Red Hand. It didn't make sense to him, he thought anyone was allowed in. He had power, so why wasn't he a shoe in for the group? He sat there on a bridge as he contemplated these questions. He had a get rich plan and it was going pretty well. Charge a high price to cross the bridge, and destroy anyone who doesn't cough up. It's been quiet for a while, but new trainers had to cross this bridge to get to Dewmeadow. The rapids below were too ferocious for them to cross any other way, and he has been exploiting this.

He looked around, the bridge seemed old, but it still held strong. The rapids caused the rocks below to become sharp at the top, further reason to use this thing. His Pokemon seemed bored from just sitting around and wanted something to eat. He sat there thinking to himself. Most new Pokemon only had tackle, which would be funny to watch their dreams go down the drain much like his did. If they tried to fly over, a few Rock Blasts would ground them quickly. He smirked, this was all too easy.

It was looking to be a boring day, all this dirt and mud everywhere. It was quiet for a bit, till he spotted more trainers in the distance. Oddly, they weren't looking to enter Dewmeadow, but leave it. That means they probably had Pokemon and more importantly, money. He peered over the edge of the bridge, quite a long fall if someone fell down. All that water and rock, gonna be painful. Push come to shove, sending them over should be a good finisher.

There were three of them, a girl up to her knees in mud, some guy with what appeared to be a flying bug, and a shorter trainer with what appeared to be some kind of cat. Two of them were asking him to move aside, that's not how it works around here. The third one looked ready to say something but was quickly cut off. He crossed his arms, his Pokemon's claws snapping with anticipation. He stood tall and glared at them, preparing to speak.

He held up his hand in a stopping motion, [color=f26522]"Sorry, this bridge here is under the protection of The Red Hand. You won't be crossing, for free. The toll is 600 Pokedollars per trainer and 100 for each Pokemon. If you for some reason can't afford the toll, then it looks I'm gonna have to beat what you have out of you."[/color] With that said, he cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect. His crustacean like Pokemon looking ready to attack if they dared to move in any direction. A silence in the area allowed his words to echo a small amount, letting it sink in.

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