• Ever thought it'd be cool to have your art, writing, or challenge runs featured on PokéCommunity? Click here for info - we'd love to spotlight your work!
  • Welcome to PokéCommunity! Register now and join one of the best fan communities on the 'net to talk Pokémon and more! We are not affiliated with The Pokémon Company or Nintendo.
    Register

Hero of the Day (Trainer RP) (PG 13+)

Status
Not open for further replies.
The morning was still young yet bright. Waverly still hadn't made a move towards the door of the wise and renowned Professor's laboratory. She was a bit shaky; this was quite obvious to a bystander. She couldn't understand why she was feeling this way. A trainer's first time being away from their parents is a pretty unnerving experience, at least initially, and it seemed like this emotion caught up with her fairly quickly. The young teenage girl thought of how desperate she'd probably become being out all alone although she was going to have a Pokemon along with her. Somehow, the thought still raced through her scatterbrained mind as she started to reach towards the doorknob of the lab that would be the first step on her journey that would last for what would seem like an entire lifetime.

___

Prof. Oak's laboratory was just as she had imagined it. It was filled with all kinds of technological gizmos and gadgets; some of which she had never seen nor heard of. She was tempted to grab one of them and see what their function was, but knew that she could get into deep trouble if she did this. Waverly was never one to be too curious about much other than art, yet something about the electronics sparked her interest. She thought to herself if she would be able to use one of these inventions on her journey as well.

"Hmm. So this is the lab…cool. I can't believe I've never even gone here a while back. I hope Prof. Oak is around…" Waverly calmly said to herself.

She walked around a corner and could see four other trainers that had already made their way to the lab. + I'm glad my mom made me wake up…or I probably would have been late to get my Pokemon. + Waverly thought to herself. She looked and the four trainers and gave them a slight smile and wave and proceeded her way towards Prof. Oak.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up my first Pokemon, sir. Are there anymore available?" She politely asked the knowledgeable senior citizen.

"Why, of course! There is plenty for many more trainers after you as well. Feel free to take this Pokeball. I've spoken to your mother and father on many occasions before our meeting together. Going by your vibrant and free-spirited personality, I'd say this Pokemon would fit your traits fairly well." Prof. Oak replied as he handed Waverly the shiny, new Pokeball.

"Oh, alright. Thank you!" Waverly answered in a cheerful tone of voice. She gazed at the Pokeball that lay in her hands. She couldn't take her eyes off the shininess of the ball while wondering what may be inside.

"You may let your Pokemon out in the lab if you want, Waverly. The other trainers have and their Pokemon seem to be getting along just fine." Prof. Oak affirmed to her in a somewhat reassuring voice.

She looked at the other Pokemon that played with each other, bar the Cubone, which are said to be known as the "Lonely Pokemon." Waverly then looked at the Pokeball and threw it up in the air; a shining white light burst out of the Pokeball and out came Waverly's first Pokemon and a new friend that would accompany her on her long journey.

"Eeeee~" An adorable Eevee had popped out of the Pokeball with a soft cry.

"Oh wow! It's very cute! I love it already!" Waverly cried out as she reached down to hug the Eevee. The Eevee dodged the hug and started to make a run out towards the enormous backyard of the laboratory.

"EEVEE! COME BACK!" Waverly shouted as she ran out the door towards the backyard as well.

"Oh dear…" Prof. Oak muttered with a sigh.
 
"Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistance?!
One step from lashing out at you
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend!
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?

Is there no stan-"

"Hey you!"

Did Travis hear something? The question was answered when he felt a few pokes at his shoulder.

Travis opened his eyes, and looked up. There stood someone a bit younger than him that he'd never seen before. The guy wore what looked like a jersey? Not quite, but the Lavender Town's team logo was on it. The guy also had some gray hair growing out of him. The guy looked like a punk in some way, which didn't thrill Travis at all.

Travis stood up and stretched. Then looked down at the young male in front of him.

"...RE-...SPECT! .... WALK!
Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?"

Travis took his headphones out of his ears, which were playing "Walk" by Pantera.

"Hey. Can I help you?"
 
Taro panted as he raced down the route to Pallet town. Was he late? Not really. He was simply very exited to get his first pokemon, as he was sure many others were. That, and before he had left home, his mom made a sarcastic remark to him about not eating too much delicious food, and now he was running to prove to himself he was still athletic. He was slim dammit! That wasn't going to change!

His legs were sore by the time he had reached Oak's lab. Taking a few moments to catch his breath, not wanting to look flustered when he met the famous professor, the boy walked up to the large door, and knocked. After several moments of waiting, the door opened, and he was greeted by a cheery, elderly looking man.

"Why hello there." He said "And you might be...?

"Taro, sir." The boy replied.

"Oh yes, Ive been expecting you as well. Some other trainers have gotten here already, but you are by no means late." The professor said "Follow me. From what ive heard of you, I think ive got a good pokemon in mind for your starter."

Taro nodded and followed Oak through the lab. He noticed several trainers interacting with their pokemon as he followed the professor, eventually coming to a table with several pokeballs on it. Oak picked one off, and handed it to Taro.

"I think you will be pleased with this one." The professor said.

Staring at the sphere for a few moments, Taro held it away from him, before the ball opened, white light pouring out from it, taking on the shape of a small, green-furred pokemon.

"A munchlax!" Taro exclaimed "Thanks Prof! It suits me perfectly!."

"I thought as much." Oak responded, watching as Taro crouched down to see his new partner better.

"Hey fella. What do ya say about teaming up with me?" Taro asked the pokemon. The Munchlax simply stared at him for a few moments, before happily replying "Munchlax!"

"Awesome! Im sure were gonna be great-" Taro started, but was interrupted by a noise: The Munchlax's stomach growling.

"Munch..." The pokemon said, seemingly embarrassed. Taro smiled at him, and reached into his backpack, rummaging through it, until he found what he was looking for. A bag of pink pasteries, with which he had prepared before his departure, expecting a situation like this. He handed one to his new pokemon partner, who sniffed it a couple of times, before taking a bite.

"Munchlax!" The pokemon excitedly replied. It seemed he liked the food, and proceeded to eat the rest. Taro was amused as he continued watching him. He got the feeling that they would get along just fine...
 
John strolled down the lane, glancing around and absorbing the scenery. This was his first time to Pallet Town, though he'd been in the area before, and he wanted to find out as much about it as he could. The architecture here was often completely different, but sometimes quite similar in places, beyond that of four walls and a roof. Slowly, he began to hear faint noises coming from the large reserve behind Oak's lab, slowly getting louder. Son, as he puffed his way over a hill, he caught sight of the windmill of Oak's lab.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Breathing heavily and face flushed red from the run he'd made, John jogged up the steps to the door. Taking a second to catch his breath, he knocked. A few seconds later, the door was opened to the aged, slightly weary face of Professor Oak. Behind him, John could hear the faint noise of voices and a few not-so-faint voices yelling after what John guessed must have been slightly over-energetic starters.

"Hello. I'd guess you'd be here to collect your first Pokemon, correct?" John nodded. "Come right in. And your name is…"

"John, sir."

Oak seemed faintly amused at the title. As John walked through the lab, John noted a handful of young kids, about his age, all of them about his age. He followed Oak through the lab, mentally going through everything he knew about Oak and his laboratory, not for any particular reason other than him being there. Oak opened a door, and in the middle of the room was a table with about a dozen Pokeballs on it, about the size of a ping-pong ball and gleaming under the lights. Oak ran his finger over the balls, his lips moving soundlessly, until he settled on one of them. Carefully removing it, he handed it to John.

"Here. This should be a good Pokemon for you."

John held it very carefully, turning the ball round his hand and examining it. He pressed the small button on the front and it expanded to comfortably fit in his hand. He looked over it again for a second, then directed it at the floor and held down the button. It opened and a white light flashed. Though it only took a second, for John it took much longer, watching it form. Suddenly, it formed a recognisable silhouette and solidified into…

A Charmander. A small Charmander.

John bent down on one knee and held out his hand not wanting to startle the young Pokemon. It looked at him curiously, then walked over to him.

"Char?" He looked at him for a moment, then smiled. Then grinned cheekily and blew a thin puff of smoke into his face. John laughed and picked the small lizard up, mounting it on one arm. He could feel the young Pokemon's tail fire flickering over his arm, though it wasn't hot and didn't burn in any way. He looked up at Oak, who was smiling.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. Look after her. She can be a bit of a handful, but she's generally very friendly." A girl, then. Wouldn't have told.. "You can let her free in the lab if you want, but try not to let her get into any of the sensitive rooms. Particularly the library." John grinned at this.

"Will, sir. Thank you." He walked out of the room and sat down against the wall, putting the Charmander down next to him. He turn towards her.

"Do you have a name?" She shook her head. "Okaaay. How do you like…" He thought for a second, "Maiya?" She looked thoughtful, her mouth opening slightly, then beamed.

"Char man char!" She let out another small cloud of smoke. John smiled again and looked around at some of the other trainers in the room. Off the top of his head, he could see a couple of trainers with a Cubone and a Munchlax, and a few trainers without any Pokemon seemingly nearby. Then, he felt a small hand carefully worming its way into his pocket, which still held half a hotdog.

He kept perfectly still, then spun round. Maiya froze, holding the dying remains of his lunch over her tail fire and with bulging cheeks. In a blur, her hands snapped together next to her face and, for a reptile, she managed to put on pretty good puppy eyes. John looked accusingly at her, with over-exaggerated slit eyes and a small growl, then the pair of them simultaneously burst out laughing, drawing some attention from the other new trainers. Removing his backpack and placing it between them, he withdrew a small bag which, when opened, proved to contain a small bundle of snack food. He glanced at Maiya, smirking.

"Grilled cheese sandwich?"
 
Kris was eating a nice Chocolate Shake in a nearby malt shop. His newly named Skitty was begging for some even if that meant to steal. After a while Kris decided it would be best to ive her some, or else she would scratch his face out. She finished the rest of the shake in one Massive gulp getting every last bit of the glass. "Well I guess snacktimes over" Kris said, wanting another shake. Beep Beep! his watch said it was 1:00. He was supposed to see Proffeser Oak in an hour. He quickly dashed right out the door with a following Eneko right behind him,bolting through the streets heading to his cozy little home.

"Aunt Springs!" he called throughout the house as soon as he got there. "Here, sweetie!" she lovingly replied.
She was standing in the kitchen holding a small cupcake. "I made you a special treat for your journey" she said.
"Aunt Springs?" he asked licking the icing of the cupcake," Do you believe I'll ever be able to beat the elite four?"
"Of course I do, you just have to believe in yourself." With that she she reached into a pocket and pulled out a small book.
" This was your father's log" she said, "You can use it to track all the nearby Pokemon you encounter. He looked inside the book. There was data and secrets
about alot of different Pokemon including the all famous, Ho-oh. She gave Eneko some food and kissed Kris on the cheek. "Good Luck" she said, and with that he
leaved the house ready to take on the world.
 
Last edited:
Tobias

Tobias stepped back a bit, as he watched the other boy stand up. He was tall, quite tall, and had an air of wavering calmness. Tobias guessed the boy could not be angered by having been awake, or else he wold be laying unconscious in the floor right now.

"Maybe he was not sleeping? That music from the headphones... sounds like it should really keep you awake."

As he smiled, Tobias could not help but to notice a shinning stone attached to the boy's necklace. He knew about evolutionary stones: most of the tourists who came to town via Celadon talked about how rare and costly they were.

The sight of the stone and the boy's inquiry made him remember why he was outside in the first place.

"Can I help you?" he heard from above.

"Yeah," answered Tobias. "Are you by any chance a trainer? A beginner, I mean..." he noticed that did not sound very good. He tilted his head, getting a glimpse of the Lab.

"I saw you sleeping, so I guess you came here for your first Pokémon, too, right?" he continued, this time pointing with his head towards the building. "Professor Oak just opened a while ago: he's already giving away starters."

As he was saying that, Tobias' eyes caught sight of an Eevee happily running in the backyard. He did not pay much attention, thinking it was one of the Pokémon kept in captivity in the reservoir. His mind changed, however, as he noticed a black-haired girl chasing the Eevee.

"I haven't seen her before... Maybe more trainers are coming?" said Tobias to himself. He frowned: it was to be too uncomfortable if there were so many people with all their Pokémon frolicking around. "Well... at least I won't have to worry about the Cubone boy", he thought.

Tobias smiled to himself and moved his head again, to meet the taller boy's eyes.

"We better get going. There's more people coming and we don't want to get the last available Pokémon, right?" Then he stretched his hand, and introduced himself: "I'm Tobias, by the way. From Lavender Town."
 
Vivian walked towards the bus station, her heart pounding. She was getting a Pokemon, she was going to set out on a journey, she might meet friends along the way...

The trip to Pallet Town seemed to pass in a blur to Vivian, even though she knew it lasted a good two hours. When she stepped out of the bus, she found it hard to believe she was finally in Pallet. She glanced around her, and spotted a large, circular building with the P initial on it.

That must be it, she thought, Professor Oak's lab.

She stalked across the fields and rushed to the laboratory. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she realized that it was already open a crack. Without hesitating, she pushed it open and stepped inside. It seemed that she was not the first one: there were a few trainers sitting outside of the room, and they seemed to have already chosen their Pokemon.

"I suppose you are here for your Pokemon as well?"

Vivian turned around. An old man with grey hair was standing behind her, smiling pleasantly.

"Oh, yes, yes I am," Vivian replied quickly.

The man, obviously Professor Oak, smiled wider and said cheerfully, "Well, you're not the first, as you can plainly see..." He gestured the room full of trainers. "...now, if you'll follow me..."

Vivian followed him into a larger room, where a few Pokeballs were lying on a table.

"You are Vivian Lunair, correct?" Oak asked her, seeming excited, no doubtfully of meeting the child of the two owners of the Minerettes company, which was well-known throughout the whole Kanto region.

"Yes," Vivian replied dully.

"That's wonderful!" Oak said delightedly. "I once met your parents, they were fine people..."

"Uh...sir? My Pokemon?" Vivian asked unenthousiastically.

"Oh, right, right, right," Oak said, embarassed. He thrust a ball into Vivian's palm. "Well, there you go...I think you'll like it very much..."

"Right," Vivian said tonelessly. "Bye." She walked out of the room, and stopped near the bunch of trainers and their Pokemon. "Hi guys. My name's Vivian."
 
"Wow, what a run..." Haley panted, exhausted from her run. "Almost there, though." She added, spotting the laboratory just about a ten minute jog away. Though right now, I think I'll take a break.

Sitting down on a bench, she pulled a sandwich from her bag, and groaned. Great. She had asked her mother to make a sandwich for lunch today, though when her mother asked what kind, she had said, "surprise me." So it was just her luck that her mother decided to do tuna fish. Which, honestly, wasn't too bad, though she would much rather have preferred something like tomato, or maybe tomato and lettuce. Or chicken salad and watercress. Something else. The point was that her mother had suddenly gotten on a tuna sandwich kick, meaning that every time she asked for a sandwich, she would get tuna. It gets pretty boring after a while.

Yum. Haley thought sarcastically, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. At least her mother had bothered to stop and make a sandwich for her, she ought to be thankful for that. Her mother never had enough time to make a lunch for her anymore, since she was always working, her parents had always been more or less obsessed with their work, some might call them workaholics, but still.

Five minutes later, Haley crumpled up the plastic wrap that the sandwich had been covered in, wiped her hands on a napkin, and tossed the plastic wrap and the napkin into a nearby trash can. Time to keep going.

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+

The solid walls of the laboratory loomed above Haley's head as she approached the lab. The door was closed, and, not knowing what else to do, she reached forward and knocked, then waited.

A few moments later, Professor Oak appeared, and opened the door.

"Hello, I assume you're here to get your first Pokemon?" He asked, sounding like he'd already asked this many times today.

"Yes, sir, that's right."

"And your name?"

"Haley, sir, Haley Aria Harrigan."

"Right then, come on in." Professor Oak stepped aside to let Haley pass through the doors into the lab. Haley looked around at her surroundings, she didn't have much to say on the interior, except that it was clean. And that in the middle of the room, there was a table with a group of Pokeballs on it, all in their little container-ish thing. They were small, smaller than she thought, only about the size of a golf ball, but as Professor Oak reached forward and removed one, it grew in his hand.

"This one?" A blue and cream colored, rather plump, Pokemon, moved forward. "It's name is Munchlax." Oak explained, as the Pokemon proceeded to sniff, and try to take a bite out of Haley's backpack. Haley gave a cry of surprise, and leapt backwards. Munchlax, who didn't seem to be bothered, started towards the trash can.

"Oh no, not again, Munchlax, come back here!" Oak called, returning the Pokemon. "I guess we might as well try a different one." He removed another Pokeball, and sent out a green, reptilian Pokemon. "It's a Treeko." The Treeko seemed to be scrutinizing Haley, before moving forward towards her.

"Trree-ko!" It said, and Haley grinned, she couldn't help it.

"I think I'll take this one, sir." She said, and we're going to be an awesome team!
​
 
Keahi

A bunch of on lookers shielded they're eyes from the gusts of wind as the Helicopter came down to land. Keahi stepped towards the end of the floor to take a gander out at the side, grinning as all the bemused faces stared up in both confusion and admiration as it hit the ground. Wasting no time she dismounted and put on her glasses and took the mic from the directors hand. Kai turned on the camera and focussed it partially on Keahi and partially on the town behind her, Pushing her way passed the gathering crowed who were growing more and more excited at the fact that there was a celebrity before them, she cleared her throat and waited for the go ahead from Marth, the Director.

"Hello and welcome to another fun filled episode of, Ichigo gone wild! As you can see, we have arrived at Pallet town to receive the Pokemon that will be accompanying me on my WILD journey across the regions! Now if you would follow me!" With that said, she motioned for Kai to follow her through the crowd. She received multiple pats on the back and requests for auto graphs along the way but she kindly refused until she had received her Pokemon. "Now then…" She mumbled, opening the door to the lab. "As you can see, we already have other trainers present here, but luckily I had the perfect Pokemon put aside from me." She winked at the camera and gave her cutest expression. "Shall we go see what Pokemon was chosen? Of course we do!"

Running off up towards where the others trainers stood, she stopped just in front of the slightly confused people and introduced the professor to the viewers at home. "I'd like to introduce my good friend Professor Oka. Thanks to him I am now able to show you the viewers at home what its like to set off on your own Pokemon journey!" She grabbed the professor's hand shook it vigorously. "So Professor, what Pokemon have been chosen thus far?"
Professor Oak looked a little surprised, but smiled none the less. "Ah well Keahi there has been a wide selection of Pokemon handed out thus far. We've has a Cubone. Several Eevee's a Chikorita…and…my goodness there are just too many to name. "He chuckled.
"Ah yes, Eevee were always a popular choice amongst trainers, being able to evolve into 7 alternate forms using a different means." The camera studied a playful Eevee seemingly having fun with a Chikorita on the lab floor and then back to Keahi.
"Another odd choice of Pokemon is the lonely Pokemon Cubone. Not very social and tends to keep to themselves, but are brave and rough fighters." Again the camera focussed on a Pokemon, this time a brown reptilian Pokemon with a skull lodged over its head. It was immediately hidden when its trainer…a blue haired boy stooped down and hid his from view, knowing exactly how the Pokemon felt.
"Don't you have anything better to report on…" The boy muttered. Cubone are not one for the spot light."
The Cubone nodded angrily at the camera and Kai raised it once again to Keahi who was trying her hardest not to laugh. "Anyhooo! How about we find out which Pokemon I'll be training on my journey? Professor?"

Oak turned his back for a second a picked up a Pokeball from the table. "I know your fond of water and surfing, so I went for the obvious choice of type. But I also thought about your calm and collected outlook, knowing you from a young age, I know about your secret life."
Keahi's eyes widened and she chuckled nervously. "Me? Laid back? Ehehehe…"
Oak only chuckled and ruffled the teens red hair, making her glasses tilt to the side. She growled and straightened them yet again before taking the poke ball from Oak and releasing the Pokemon inside without a word.
After the bright light died, a rather odd sight sat before Keahi, one she had not expected. A Squirtle would have been cute, a Totadile kinda cool and a Mudkip would have been okay…but a PSYDUCK!?
Keahi tried her hardest not to let her smile waver and poked the yellow duck with her foot in an attempt to wake it up.
Oak shook his head. "He's meditating…not sleeping."
Either way the Pokemon flew awake and looked up at the red haired teen with a smile. "Psy?"
"Ahahaha…great! A Psyduck everybody!" She was obviously a little confused and angry with Oak for landing her with a pretty useless Pokemon, but tried her hardest not to show it. "There you have it! We'll report back in the next half hour when the journey is about to begin! Until then! Over and Out!"
Kai turned the camera off and Kehai turned angry eyes towards the professor. "A Psyduck?" She questioned, taking off her glasses and ruffling her hair back into place. "You gotta be kidding me…I may be chilled and laid back, but not THIS chilled!"
Oka simply chuckled "You forget what Pokemon Psyduck evolves into…Golduck, a perfectly capable fighter and admirable swimmer. He'll be a perfect partner. You'll see."
Keahi only snorted and crouched down to the Pokemon's level. "So…you want a nick name?" She questioned, Poking the Pokemon's round stomach playfully.
It nodded and poked Keahi's stomach back. She managed a small chuckle at the cute act and raised a finger to her lips in thought. "Hmm…how aboooout…Mikau? It was the name of my favourite surfer when I was younger."
The duck simply nodded frantically and hugged the teen's leg. It seemed the Pokemon was growing on Keahi already. She picked it up in her arms and took a look around at the other trainers, noting that most of them were very young apart from the blue haired boy with the Cubone…but after the earlier disagreement she wasn't too keen on talking to him and by the looks of it, the feelings were mutual.
 
Travis listened to the younger male. Damn, it was 7:18 and Oak had opened. Oh well. IT was times like this that made Travis thankful for reserving his starter a week ago. Travis did not mention this however.

"I'm Tobias, by the way. From Lavender Town." the trainer said, extending a hand.

Travis extended his own and shook Tobias' hand. "Name's Travis. I live here in Pallet."

Travis then did one last stretch. "To answer your question, yes, I am a begining Trainer." he said, grabbing his gray vest off the benchand putting it over his "Ride the Lightning" Tee shirt. "I'm assuming you are as well a beginner?"
 
"We are going to be so late!" Scarlett exclaimed as they walked into Professor Oaks lab.
"So, which Pokemon will you choose, Scarlett and Grey?" Professor Oak said.
There were a lot of other kids around the building who Scarlett seemed to know, but who Grey had never seen before. The two walked up to Professor Oak, passed all of the kids who already had their Pokemon: Chikoritas, Eeves, even a Cubone.
"So.." Professor Oak said, urging them on.
"I think that I'll take Minun, and Scar here will take Plusle," Grey said.
"Very good choices! You two will make a great duo. Now, go on now and greet the other trainers!"
 
It's early morning
The sun comes out
Last night was shaking
And pretty loud
My cat is purring
And scratches my skin
So what is wrong
With another sin
The ***** is hungry
She needs to tell
So give her inches
And feed her well
More days to come
New places to go
I've got to leave
It's time for a show

Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane

My body is burning
It starts to shout--




"We are at our next stop...Pallet Town!"

K.R. opened his eyes and took out his headphones. He was here, in Pallet town. He looked around and saw that he was the only one left on the bus. The bus driver looked impatiently at him and K.R. knew it meant that it was time for him to get off of the bus. K.R. hopped off of the bus and the the bus sped off. The boy looked at his surroundings, it was a quiet and peaceful town, with many small stores and houses. K.R. then looked at the clock on the wall of a building and said, "Oh snap!..I better hurry, I'm late!"

K.R. dashed down the road, he ran as fast as he could and afte ra few minutes of manuevering through the streets, he found Prof. Oak's lab. It was a large place and he seen many people inside. K.R. knew that he was one of the last ones to arrive and rushed to the fron pushing many people out of the way. He then shouted at Prof.Oak "I NEED EEVEE PLEASE....I KNOW I WAS LATE BUT I AM HOPEFULLY NOT TOO LATE IN ORDER TO GET AN EEVEE!!"

Prof.Oak rubbed his ear and quickly handed K.R. a pokeball. The boy was relieved, "Sorry about that, I just woke up and I am a little high-strung right now."

K.R. then turned to the other trainers and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Keiku Reishu, but you can call me K.R. as you can tell, I chose Eevee as my starter." K.R., though a little embarrased by his outbreak, was very excited to start his journey.

K.R. then turned to Prof. Oak and said, "Eevee...come on out!" He threw the Pokeball and out came the Brown and white fox-like Pokemon.

"Qui"

"Eevee is a normal type pokemon and as you already know, it has many different evolutions, choose one wisely when the time comes...I think you and Eevee seem to be a great match for each other." said Prof.Oak

"Thank you." said K.R.

K.R. then looked around at the other trainers, they all seem to have interesting choices. He wondered where they were from and what they planned on doing.
 
Last edited:
She ran and panted. The sun was beating down hard on her now as the morning began to grow older; into the noonday. Waverly had been searching for what seemed to be almost half an hour, almost giving up. Eevee was quite a good hider, she could tell that much. The backyard of Prof. Oak's laboratory was astoundingly large and she figured it would be hopeless to try and find it now. As she started to reluctantly walk back towards the lab, a brown fox-like Pokemon ran past her and stopped a few feet in front of her. It was Eevee, still as joyful and cheery as ever. This Pokemon appeared to be the hyperactive type, which did in fact fit Waverly as well, since she was very high-sprung, similarly to Eevee.

"Alright…let's try this again. Hello Eevee, I'm your new friend, Waverly! Don't you want to shake hands with me? Maybe even a hug…" Waverly whispered to the Eevee, trying to reassure it that she didn't mean any harm.

"Ee…Eevee?" Eevee softly cried as it looked at Waverly's hand that was extended out to it.

"Yeah…see? I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I just want to be friends. That's all." She affirmed to the vibrant, young Pokemon.

Eevee started to reach its paw out towards Waverly but then shot back and started to make a run for it once again. It ran towards the front end of the laboratory, running past two trainers who were standing in front of the lab. She quickly followed while trying not to trip over a bundle of sticks and rocks that were "conveniently" in her way. Once she reached the foreground of the large building, she began to slow to a stop in her running episode. She fell to the ground in a tired heap and panted crazily.

"Ugh…I didn't know getting your first Pokemon would be such hardwork…Wait Eevee…I'm coming…blah." Waverly spoke, with her words being separated by strong, hard breaths.

After a few moments of lying on the ground, she got up and noticed the two boys that were standing near the entrance to the laboratory. + Wow, that guy is tall! He should play basketball or something…+ Waverly thought to herself while still in somewhat of an exhausted stupor. She scanned the two trainers' physical appearances and then noticed her own. Her clothes were surprisingly decent after all the running she had done trying to get Eevee, but she still felt a little self-conscious about how she looked in front of them.

"Oh, sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I was trying to grab my Eevee but it keeps running away. Are you guys new trainers too? I'm just getting this Eevee but I'm already having some trouble with it. Blah." Waverly explained.

She looked away from the two for a second and could see Eevee running back towards Prof. Oak's humungous backyard. She immediately shot up and ran towards the rear of the building once more.

"There it is! I see it! I gotta hurry!" Waverly shouted as she sprinted towards the backyard to get the rambunctious Eevee.
 
With a lap around Pallet, Randy was surprised to see the entire lab be engulfed with people of all walks of life. The sight was hilarious to Randy at least considering he knew half of them would turn into hopefuls begging to their spiritual guide or spectral being of guidance and direction for a way to escape from their miserable lives. The day was young yet more busy than a standard day at the Vermilion sea port. The large crowd was collecting themselves all over the building, surrounding an elderly man. With gray hair and a white lab coat, he was the only nerd in the entire laboratory region with a shred of an identity. He must the professor guy that everyone is talking about, Randy thought as he fixed his appearance to look threatening. Stretching his muscles and adjusting his jacket, he slowly made his way towards the structure of science and knowledge. He bashed the lab door down and eyed anyone inside. Numerous pairs of eyes stared at him and it did not surprise Randy at all. In fact, he loved every moment of it.

Randy bulldozed his way towards the Professor, pushing anyone in his way with some degree of force (OOC: Yes, this includes any characters inside and the lovely army of nerds that decorate the area). He made sure not to break anything but many were shocked at such a violent and unloving gesture of greetings. The professor stared at Randy, wondering what culture develops such crude manners. "Can I help you....?" he coughed possibly out of displacement. Randy smirked with confidence and shook his head to remove the hair from his eyes.

"Yeah, you can actually. I want myself one of those Pokemon things." Randy said with a shred of a city based accent, obviously Vermilion. Oak sighed, regretting the words that were going to come out of his mouth. It was apparent he did not want to give Randy a Pokemon of any sort, believing with all his heart and soul it was going to be used for selfish purposes. With armies of terrorist organizations and greedy bastards for Gym Leaders, giving another demented child a Pokemon did not seem to serve the greater good of the world. Randy stared at the aging professor with some anger, "Is there a problem? Too much dust in the ears? Want me to clear it up? I have a special medicine that requires 5 easy steps." With a fist waving in his face, the man conceded.

"What Pokemon do you want...sir?" The final word took too much pride to swallow, actually admitting a child with such a crude nature and aura would become a "sir".

"Anything that shoots fire. I like fire." The thought of giving a fire-type to a boy that enjoys tossing people like ragdolls was definitely going to haunt the elderly professor for years to come. He dug into his collection and pulled out a ball at random, knowing full well it was a pure fire type.

"You sure you don't want a Normal type or even a Water type?" The professor struggled to convince Randy to find an alternative. Something less destructive. Something less dangerous. Something that will bring love and happiness instead of death and despair. Randy shook his hand with a hideous smirk upon his face. He handed over the ball with regret and Randy snatched it violently from his hand.

"Thanks, old man. Don't trip and break a hip." Randy walked away, accompanied by the stares of the trainers(OOC: assuming anyone is there, if not ignore it completely. I hope there is lol.) and even the four eyed nerds that seemed insulted by Randy's behavior. He stayed close to the door, in case the professor had anything to say or if any trainers desired a beating. He was in no rush to leave it, enjoying the calm environment of Pallet town. He had decided that following today, he was going to divert his obvious crimes into training and winning, hoping to extort money from any victories he planned on having. For that he needed a solid Pokemon. He had examined the ball he was given and overheard the professor yelling that he was a Cyndaquil, a fire type native to Johto. Randy knew a thing or two about Pokemon, after all he paid some attention to Biology and History in school. He released the Pokemon into the public and stared at the small rat looking Pokemon. "Well, you look somewhat scary with the fire coming out." The Cyndaquil stared with an earnest determined look at his new master. Despite the anger at the world, Randy showed some concern for his new found friend and lifted the Pokemon gently off the ground and perched him on his shoulder. "Your name is too hard to say. I'll call you Argos. Sounds cool and hopefully you'll end up that way."
 
Autumn was not enjoying herself. She was surrounded by people and she was quickly growing annoyed.
People, pfft, she rolled her eyes. The only person who seemed even the smallest amount of decent was the trainer who had arrived before she had. The owner of the Totodile. The one kid with the grey spiky hair seemed all right...but he ran off...

How will this work? Autumn thought to herself amidst the chaos. One girl was frantically chasing her Eevee, clearly clueless. She was nervous and the Eevee could tell, that's why it was running away. That was beside the point, she was currently wondering how they'd all travel. Surely all of them weren't going to travel together? I'd kill myself, Autumn grimaced at the thought of being surrounded by this many people. She sneered as one boy in particular walked in and and practically shoved everyone out of the way. Not only that he was entirely disrespectful to Oak.

Now, Autumn wasn't a fan of people (mostly due to jerks like this) but she had the highest respect for Oak. After the Professor reluctantly gave the monster (she could think of nothing else to call him) a pokeball, she could not stay silent any longer.

"Hey, jerk, I know you're large enough to have your own gravitational force, but the earth does NOT revolve around you," she spat through gritted teeth, "You don't deserve the Pokemon in your hands. You don't just stride in here and start pushing people around!" Autumn had a bad habit of saying things before thinking them through. She secretly hoped the others would back her up on this, but on the outside she was clenching her fists and more angry than she'd been in awhile.

Chikorita was by her side now, also looking very serious. "Chicka," she growled softly. She stared the trainer in eye, waiting for his comeback.
 
Last edited:
As Randy was enjoying the company of Argos, a Pokemon with clearly enough grit, heart and strength to become a force and young enough to be molded into a Pokemon version of Randy himself, a woman of impressive stature and determination confronted the mighty living ego that was Randy. Standing at almost the same height of himself with a fit body, Randy was admittedly shocked at the girl but not scared. With Argos on his shoulder and smirk on his face, he stared down at the girl. Confidence was flowing through him and he began to prepare a speech. Actually more of a scolding, since kind speeches wasn't a Randy thing to do. Speeches are for politicians attempting to cover up scandals and other crap the public brings up just to criticize an individual who wants nothing more than the success of all. Speeches are for teachers who want to foster growth in young minds but their good wishes are shot down by the lax nature of those around them. Randy stared down at the girl directly in her eyes trying to gauge her fear and insecurity.

"I hope that remark wasn't a fat joke, because last I checked there is nothing but muscle here," Randy began, removing his jacket to reveal his tight fit shirt. "Now last about the Pokemon, apparently I do deserve it, considering I got one. And I DID just stride in her like I own the place since all of you are nothing but little tiny pushovers who hope they don't get stepped on by the people who actually do things. If you people cared or disliked it, you would of done something the second I bashed down that door. But you didn't. You stood there and took it all with full force. People like that are nothing but trash.," he continued raising his voice during the final sentence to emphasize his statement. The words were harsh and strong and anyone with low self esteem or high sensitivity to criticism would be hurt. Anyone else would either respect his disgusting honesty or hate all he represents. Randy finished his first part before lightly coughing to clear up his throat. "But, I will give you this." pointing at the rebellious girl, "You tried and showed concern for your well-being. And that attitude of yours reminds me of myself. The anger, the hate, the feeling of disdain of nearly everything this pathetic little planet has. All traits of my own. The only difference is that you are a hypocrite, while I convert my feelings into something more productive. You confront me for sharing similar thoughts with you. That, you immature little girl, is quite low. Even for me. Grow up before trying to make an impact with everyone here."

He had hoped he got the message across, as painful as it was.
 
"Good choice," Oak said approvingly, grass types weren't that popular amongst trainers. He then proceeded to take out a red digital device thing, and five red and white golf ball sized capsules. As Haley listened, he explained both devices, the mechanical one was a Pokedex, and was used to record the Pokemon she had seen, and the Pokeballs were for containing caught Pokemon.

"Well, now that that's done..." He said slowly, "I think....yes, that's all, you may go. Oh, wait, here's Treeko's Pokeball." He passed her a sixth Pokeball, this one was unusual in the fact that there was a leaf printed on the top, cool though. Haley thought.

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
​

A few moments later, Haley stood with Treeko, who had not yet been returned to its Pokeball, outside Oak's laboratory.

"Well, hello, Treeko!" She said, in an attempt to be friendly, though she didn't know how she was supposed to treat Treeko, due to the fact that they hardly knew each other.

"Tree-ko!" Treeko flipped its tail importantly and stared imperiously at her.

"We're going to be an awesome team, won't we?" She continued, hoping dearly that she wouldn't start going on and on like her occasional habit of going from a small comment to a fully fledged lecture.

"Treeko!" Depends on how good you are.

"I'll take that to be a yes, even though I'm not sure, maybe you would like to go into your Pokeball now." Haley suggested, thinking she might as well give the Treeko a choice. Treeko shook its head.

"Tree..." Not yet.

"Well, okay then."

She was beginning to have her doubts, but she was sure that they would be an absolutely awesome team. Once she and Treeko learned to kind of work together, not that they had much of a chance to yet, but it would still be something that would determine their....awesomeness.
 
(OOC: Umph... finally... it took some time but I am back... I mean... Tobias is back! It took a while to figure all the progress and the current events since my last post, but I'm gonna try to do this well.)

Tobias

"Quite a strong handshake," said Tobias in his mind as his greeting was met by the tall black-haired guy in front of him. "And it seems he is not upset with me."

"Name's Travis. I live here in Pallet."

Tobias smiled as their hands separated. He let his sight wander again towards Dr. Oak's house, not noticing anything strange. All the while, Travis stretched and grabbed some of his clothes that were laid against the benchband.

"To answer your question, yes, I am a begining Trainer." answered Travis. "I'm assuming you are as well a beginner?"

"Not for long," answered Tobias, still looking at the laboratory, but not letting the other beginner out of his sight. "Soon I'll put the name of Lavender Town in everyone's mouth."

As he was saying this, Tobias' sight caught an ondulating stream of black hair closing by. Slightly annoyed -- as he did not expect any more Trainers to wait outside, -- he turned his head to meet the same girl he had seen before, running after an Eevee.

Tobias took his hands to his pockets and turned to welcome her, facing away from the now standing Travis. But it was the girl who spoke first.

"Oh, sorry if I'm interrupting anything," she started, almost panting, her eyes fixated in a point beyond Tobias' shoulder, where he knew Travis was standing. "I was trying to grab my Eevee but it keeps running away."

Tobias frowned. "Still can't catch it? She seems too naïve to have been given an Eevee... Oh, well, the Professor will know better."

The girl continued: "Are you guys new trainers too? I'm just getting this Eevee but I'm already having some trouble with it. Blah."

Tobias kept silence for a while, expecting Travis to introduce himself, but before any of the two could do anything, the girl noticed something in the distance and rushed past them, towards the Lab, screaming:

"There it is! I see it! I gotta hurry~~~!"

Tobias atsrted walking towards the Lab to reach the girl, thinking it may be unsafe for her to chase Eevee alone, if it was such a mischievous creature. He leered back towards the bench, noticing Travis was starting to move. But before he could turn and call him, a scream came from Oak's lab.

"Hey, jerk, I know you're large enough to have your own gra..." There was the voice of a girl, seemingly pissed off. Tobias halted, thinking who was she talking to. The boy with the Cubone? "That's just great..." he thought, shaking his head. "That's what happens when places get too crowded. Do I have to get in there again to get my Bulbasaur?" he thought, pondering what kind of war-like disaster would take to piss an apparently very nice girl that much. At least, Tobias smirked, she seemed to be the nicest. Of all the trainers he had found in his way in, she was the only one who was actually greeting the others. Put the Cubone trainer to the other end of the scale... and he still could not figure it out.

As he was thinking this, Tobias approached the gates of the Lab to notice a young girl sitting close to the door, with a green Pokémon at her side. He examined the pair for a moment, focusing on the Pokémon. He did not know the species. It looked like a small bipedal lizard with a thick tail and prominent yellow eyes.

"Great, again..." Tobias scolded himself, hissing. More people here... The questions for later! I'll skip her too, and get my Bulbasaur. Quickly. I have to get out of all this mess!" he screamed in his head, as he removed his hands from his pants and hurried his step, almost running as he readied to leap over the pair and right into the Laboratory. But he miscalculated and instead skidded towards the door, barely avoiding hitting the small Pokémon.

"Sorry!" he yelled, leering back as he progressed inside. He turned his head and focused on the corridor, as he heard a male voice with a very reprimanding tone apparently scolding the girl, and as he approached the last room he raised his sight to notice Professor Oak was just entering.
 
OOC: I really like where this is going lol

IC:

As Travis put his vest on, Tobias began speaking again. "Not for long. Soon I'll put the name of Lavander Town in everyone's mouth."

That's when a girl arrived. "Oh, sorry if I'm interrupting anything, I was trying to grab my Eevee but it keeps running away."

Travis was confused. "Did I miss something? Sleep does that to you I guess."

"Are you guys new trainers too? I'm just getting this Eevee but I'm already having some trouble with it. Blah."

Travis said nothing. He didn't know if he wa to introduce himself, or if she was about to leave, but that was about to be answered.

"There it is! I see it! I gotta hurry~~~!" and she was off in a hurry.

It was then that Tobias started into the lab. "Guess I'd better get my starter as well..."

And Travis also entered the lab, needing to duck to avoid hitting his head.

There stood a group of trainers. However two caught his attention.

One, was a female, about his age, her hair an explosion of red, and was wearing sweats, despite the now growing warm weather. The other trainer, also about his age, was a male. He looked like he belonged in a high school football team. He looked like he had just come out of a Metallica Mosh Pit, it was brutal, but it wasn't.

The trainer was speaking to the female. His tone was rising, and so was his voice.

He was in some rage. Travis felt it all the way across the room. Travis did not bedge from his spot. He listened to this trainer. He pointed at the girl, and gave her what Travis guessed...was a compliment? It may have been, but this dude was out of control. The fac that he was talking trash about everyone around him, was just plain stupid, weak, disrespectful, and uncool. Travis didn't think he was trying to be cool, but this dude was losing it.

Losing it to the fact that Travis was reminded of himself for the past few years. He still had these dark moods come into action. Whenever he was anered or upset, his mood would go very dark, and he would do anything from lashing out in anger at people he loved, to throwing punches at those who angered him,
to going on a swear rant about life in general, to running out alone just to shout and/or let it all out emotionally.

This trainer needed to settle. As he finished his little rant. Travis couldn't help but applaud sarcasticaly in his mind. "Bravo, *******. Go take a chill-pill. Jesus Christ."

Travis was thankful that didn't escape his mouth, but he did mumble out a lyrical phrase that came to his mind as he watched the two trainers.

"Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard..."
 
There were tons of Pokemon that roamed Prof. Oak's rear courtyard. There were Poliwags, Poliwhirls, Geodudes, a few Onixes, a Ponyta, a whole heap of Grass types, and practically anything else you could find in the Pokemon world. The backyard was endless and really fascinating. Though all Waverly was worried about right now was finding her precious Eevee. The search was starting to be rather tedious but she couldn't just quit and leave Eevee out here. She was entrusted with the Eevee as her Pokemon so it was her responsibility to take care of it now. She figured it would be a very difficult task trying to raise it seeing as it seems to be a little too jumpy, even for her. Well, at least she was getting some exercise.

"UGH. Eevee, where are you!? I'm done playing this stupid game." Waverly cried out as she started to double over with pain in her stomach from so much running.

"Eevee!? Can we stop playing hide and seek now!? PLEASE!?!" She yelled out as she gazed out on the exterior of the yard.

She looked across a hill, then near a lake, over towards a few bushes, and then to a tree. She noticed a brown tail wagging behind the tree and then she rolled her eyes in annoyance. She got on the ground slowly to make sure Eevee wouldn't notice and began to creep towards the tree in some kind of military crawling formation. Her eyes were focused on Eevee's tail, never once looking elsewhere for a second. + Okay Eevee…playtime's over…+ Waverly thought in her head with a slight smirk on her face.

"GOTCH- No!" She shouted angrily, as she was just about to grab Eevee but it quickly moved out of the way of her grip.

"Eevee~" Eevee uttered in its cute, soft voice. It stuck its little tongue out at Waverly in a teasing way. + Hmm…I have an idea. + She started to kneel down in front of Eevee and proceeded to zip open her backpack. Inside was a bunch of useless things like hairbrushes, hairclips, hairspray, magazines and whatever else. There were some stuff she would need though, such as Potions and Antidotes that her parents had supplied for her before she left. After a few seconds of digging through her pack, she took out a box filled with Pokemon food. + Why didn't I just think of this sooner? + She thought to herself while she poured some of the food into her hand.

"Here you go Eevee…Some nice Pokemon food, just for you!" Waverly cheerfully remarked with a smile that seemed to say ~This better work or else~

"Ee…Eevee! Eevee!" Eevee happily exclaimed as it enjoyed the delicious Pokemon food. It walked closer to Waverly and began to paw at the box of Pokemon food.

"You want some more? Well then, you'll have to promise me that you won't leave anymore. Is it a deal? You will get more food if you don't go running off again." She suggested to the hungry little brown fox.

"Eevee!" Eevee responded with a nod.

Waverly smiled and poured more of the Pokemon food into her hand. The box was actually seemingly starting to become empty and she didn't exactly know why. She knew she couldn't have eaten it, although she has been to known to resort to eating food that is made for Pokemon if she is terribly hungry. She then thought that maybe her mother had given some to the Grass Pokemon that visited their garden on occasions, but then figured this couldn't have been the case either. Waverly got the Pokemon food yesterday, so it shouldn't have been half-filled already. + Stupid cheap grocery stores... + She thought with an disgusted look on her face.

"Ee~" Eevee uttered as it looked up at Waverly when it had finished its food.

"Eheheh…sorry Eevee but it's all gone…we can get some more in Viridian City though. Does that sound okay with you?" She asked it.

"Ee…" Eevee held its head down with its ears flopping down as well in sadness.

"Well, maybe we could go back into the lab and see if Prof. Oak has anymore food that you could eat. You must be a really hungry Eevee, eh?" She said almost teasingly as she picked up the Eevee and walked back towards the lab.

As she proceeded to walk inside, she noticed there was grave tension going on between a girl and a very muscular boy. She decided to stay quiet and see what was really happening.
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top