(OOC: I apologize greatly for the amount of time it has taken me to get this up!!!)
Chapter 1
Cheyenne tapped her foot on the ground impatiently, listening to the so called 'Ranch Leader' explaining the rules of the ranch. She rolled her eyes as he droned on, his words not even making it into her head. Her eyes examined the rest of the kids around, but she knew better than to judge by her first instinct. She needed to know exactly who she was dealing with, and to correctly know that, she would need to interact with them. Exactly how, she wasn't necessarily sure.
She crossed her arms, tapping her finger on her arm, matching the tapping of her foot. She closed her eyes for a minute, completely droning out any sounds the 'Ranch Leader' may have been making. She was aware of the fact that it may be in her best interest to at least hear out the rules, but she couldn't force herself to focus. Her mind just canceled the thought. Most likely, she would be able to reassemble whatever was being said in her mind later, and if not, she could always ask one of the others.
"-A very own Pokemon egg of your own!" she opened her eyes, snapping back to the scene in front of her. Whatever the beginning of that sentence had been, she didn't know it. She looked around, and upon seeing the others heading for a building, in between two others, she decided to follow. What harm could come from that? If she got in trouble, so would these others.
Once she was inside the building, she noticed a table that held Pokemon eggs on it. She observed as others picked theirs up, but she herself just stood there for a moment, looking at the table curiously. It would seem that they were suppose to take one of the eggs from the table, but her question was, which one? Had he told them each which one to take ahead of time? Were there certain ones they weren't allowed to touch?
She stood in front of the table, still unmoving for a moment or so, until one of the eggs caught her eye. It was a shiny red color, and it just seemed to stand out amongst the others. Maybe it was just her, and her love for the color red, but she knew this egg was the one she wanted. She reached a hand out, but then pulled it back, still running thoughts over in her head as to whether she was doing something particularly wrong or not. Though, once the majority of the others had already left, she just sighed, and reached for the egg again.
She held it in her arms, looking at it curiously. The color may or may not reflect the being that was inside of it. It the color did, then it could possibly be a fire type. Or a ground type. As red could easily represent either of them. Then again, perhaps the color had no relation to the type at all. Perhaps it reflected the attitude, personality, or nature of the Pokemon inside. In that case, she assumed that this Pokemon could possibly be aggressive, as that is her first thought when the color red enters her mind.
Once leaving the middle building, she glanced around, holding the egg tightly. There were two other buildings, she wasn't exactly sure which building was made for what. She caught one of two of the girls heading towards the one to her left, which would have been her right had she been facing the direction she'd arrived in. She quickly made her way to the building she had seen the girls head towards, hoping it may be the sleeping quarters.
Once inside, she quickly found a bed, a sat the egg down carefully on a pillow. She herself kept to her feet, her arms crossed over her chest, eying the egg. She glanced down at the camera around her neck, and fiddled it between her hands. She bit down on her lip, contemplating on whether now was a good time to use some of the pictures. She had never photographed an egg before. Not like she ever really got to see one back home.
She clenched the camera in her hands, then, tilting her head slightly, she came to a decision. She pulled the camera up, focusing her lens on the red egg that lay resting on her pillow. She focused her sight on it for a few minutes, angling herself differently, until she found a position she was comfortable from. She put her finger on the button, prepared to take her first official picture of ranch life. Of her new life. Taking in a deep breath, she pushed her finger down, then she saw the flash. And it was done.
She now had officially begun her new adventure. A new place to be explored. A new world to be observed. And it was just the beginning.