Selene
Oh darn oh darn oh darn...she was WELL in time for class before, and now all of a sudden she was LATE?! How did that happen!! It wasn't as though she got lost in a daydream and lo-well, she did kind of...after Brogan and Jack had left she'd found herself preoccupied by trying to figure out the girl who she had just met...but not for long!! It hadn't been as though she'd been sat there for ages and ages and...
Well, it didn't matter anymore. She was only a couple of minutes late...and she was still on her bad leg so surely that would count for something. As far as she was concerned whoever was teaching should be grateful she was turning up in the fir...oh no...
Arriving at the classroom, Sel peered through the door window...Lt Surge! How had she forgotten he was the teacher for this class! Oh man...opening the door slowly, Selene had an apologetic, sheepish smile in place before Lt. Surge even looked up...
"You're late," he said accusingly, tossing his magazine down on the table and standing up, watching Selene unblinkingly as she blushed deeply and moved across the room. She saw him take in her crop shirt and jeans combo with a raised eyebrow. "What part of 'Trainer Fitness' did you not understand Miss..." "Evans," Selene offered quietly, inwardly flinching as she slid into the seat next to Vince. "Evans. That is not appropriate clothing for this class."
"Yes Sir I know, but my leg was severely poisoned yesterday in the Forest and I was in the Hospital wing all night...I figured that I could be excused from activities too strenuous today?" she asked and Lt Surge laughed out loud.
"For today...yes, I will make an exception. But you will do well to understand, Miss Evans, that next time not even loss of limb will excuse you from my planned lessons...am I clear?" he asked somewhat menacingly and Selene nodded quickly indicating that yes, his message was crystal.
What a great start to the day...
Brogan
Eyes narrowing, Brogan moved forward when called by Fantina. Miss Taylor...she couldn't let that one pass unchallenged...especially when she suspected that Fantina knew very well what her full name was and was playing some kind of mind game with her. Arranging her face into a pleasant smile she turned to her teacher.
"It's Houghton-Taylor actually...Ma'am," said Brogan firmly adding the 'Ma'am' honorific on almost as an afterthought...oh how she hated greeting anybody in the world except her father as though they were somehow above her...before taking her place on the field. Hmm...looking round at the motley collection of youths in front of her, Brogan smirked slightly. So what if she'd never even participated in a contest before...her pokemon had won them, even if not with her, and she had been taught the basics she needed to know by the best in the business...remembering one pokemon in particular, Brogan took a pokeball with a blue swirl on the front and threw it out in front of her, watching with an indifferent expression as her Squirtle emerged.
Squirtle himself had won two ribbons in the Cute Contest category...and Brogan could just about remember a combination of moves that that boy had told her to use with Squirtle...she wasn't sure about the exact order, but she knew the two she should use and that ultimately was more important...
"Okay Miss Houghton-Taylor," said Fantina, stressing the Houghton pointedly, "Let us see how beautifully it is that your Pokemon battle. You there," she pointed to a boy opposite Brogan who walked forward with his Clefable, "display for us the beauty of your styles," said Fantina with a short clap.
"Squirtle, use Mud Sport then your Water Gun attack," instructed Brogan as though bored as the boy with the Clefairy ordered it to use Sing and then Refresh...watching as Squirtle covered itself with mud, Brogan wrinkled her nose slightly - how could that be a beautiful battle technique..? - which seemed to lessen the effect of Clefairy's singing. She felt slightly anxious as Squirtle seemed to lose itself on Clefairy's song, but the mud must have covered his ears or something, because in the next moment his Water Gun attack had burst forward, knocking Clefairy back over its trainer's head and nto the floor. When the Pokemon didn't get back up, Fantina clapped her hands, the rest of the class following her lead.
"Oh! Fantastique! Bravo! That was a beautiful combination of moves was it not! Indeed! Congratulations Miss Houghton-Taylor!" she gushed, Brogan looking down at Squirtle as he came over to her covered in mud. Stepping back slightly, she shook her head at him.
"Not until you clean yourself off Squirtle!" she said firmly, watching with a small smirk as Squirtle sprayed water over himself, she then deigned to reach down and pet his head for a moment in recognition of his good job before turning and perching next to Jack on the stage, watching as Fantina began talking about how Squirtle's combination would have slayed in a Cute Contest - well duh. That was...ridiculously easy. She may need to look into the rest of her Pokemon's moves and such but...if all classes were going to be like this she'd be back in Saffron City within the month.
"Now! Mister Jacobs! I would like to see what it is you can bring to the stage!" called Fantina, making Brogan turn her head to gauge Jack's reaction - that was sure to go down like a lead balloon...