THREAD, ACTIVE. WHO: Tommy Oliver & Kira Ford WHAT: evil ranger antics, of course WHEN: evening-ish WHERE: downtown RATING: PG-13, just to be safe
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Tommy was restless and tired of hanging around Angel Grove without any sort of goal that needed to be accomplished. Scorpina had restored him to his former glory, yet she had yet to demand anything from him. He highly doubted she got rid of that good-doing paleontologist just to leave him to his own desires - no, she had something up her sleeves that she was leaving him out of. And the evil Green Ranger did not like being left out of plans.
He walked down the seemingly abandoned streets of Angel Grove, the signs of Putties having been there recently evident - trash cans tossed about, windows broken. Childish, he felt, but then again, those Putties had the brains of a child, if even that. Clever, they were not. His hands were shoved in his pockets and the green-rimmed dark eyes directed down at the ground, not wanting to allow any of these pathetic humans the chance to make eye contact with him. They weren't worthy of looking him in the eye.
At least that paleontologist had gotten himself a place to stay that wasn't a room at that Ranger-loving shelter. And it was towards that apartment that he walked, glaring at the ground he walked on.