Oliver stared at his old fashioned, windup watch. The dusty broken thing had a crack in the glass. The once golden rim dulled to a maroon and the thing had been so shaken up thorughout his life, Oliver was worried that is had finally stopped working. That and he was going to be late for the train. He finally ticked the glass with his fingernail, hoping that it would work, then he finally decided to turn the nob that would provide the power to continue giving Oliver the time.
Thank god it still works.
Once Oliver had stop fiddling with his watch, a toll of bells rang out thorgh saffron city, alarming everybody that a new hour of their lives has passed. What Oliver always wondered is why
everybody had to know it. As he walked toward the staion, he came to the stunning realisation. His rtain leaves at 11:55. It's 12:00 now. Cursing under his breath, Oliver sprinted toward the north end of Saffron city. Rounding corners, alarming people as he surprised them, running into elderly people, and getting the polices attention were all a part of his speedy way to the train station.
Going around the last final corner to the train station, Oliver saw the train, although it wheels were starting to turn, beginning its travel away from Saffron City. Disappointed Oliverstared at his 2000 poke dollar ticket, wondering why he ever bought. The reason of the excitement seemed vague to Oliver, as if he never was heard of the word pokemon...
Pokemon... A gleam of inspritaion shot across Oliver's face, remembering the one reason he ever wanted to leave Saffron City. He wanted to start an adventure with pokemon. One more thing that he could exlpore while he was still young.
He eyed the train, and with newbound inspiration, started to hurdle himself at it. His large cargo pants flinging high in the air as he ran, passing a car next to him he ran towars the train. As he saw himself approaching the fence, simply lifting his legs a little higher to go over it. As he walked off the concrete boundary of Saffron City, he was in train station personnal only territory. He once thought to looked back to see if anybody was chasing him, but he denied the though to do so, as it might cut off his balance, as running this fast was very hard.
He was nearing the train, its whistle blowing, the consecutive *
chugga chugga* never seemed to stop, and eventually, Oliver's chugga chugga will stop. The retribution of exercising his body so much started to flow, as the adrenaline ran out and his paced slowed.
Not when I'm about to reach the train!
Thinking of the awe inspring power of the pokemon he was going to recieve from Samuel Oak, the world renowned pokemon professional,he mustered up the energy to start once again.
Only this time he decided to look behind him.
Several workmen were running after him, some were getting into cars and others were chasing him with cars. And a scream from above alerted him of someone there,standing on top of the train.
"What are you doing? Running after a train like a flaming idiot is not going to help you get on the train. Do you at least have a ticket?" He said with a scotish accent, but all oliver heard was:" You flaming idiot, why don't you just go home, why don't you just go suck a bicket?"
How rude can scotish people get,he thought,
he must have his panties,... oh I'm sorry, KILT in a knot. hey I think I just made a funny...teehee.
"I'm sorry I can't understand your accent." Oliver said mockingly, mimicking the old man. " Are you a conductor on the train?" still mocking him.
"Why yes, but do you have a ticket." The wind still was rushing around his ears. "I DON'T WANT TO SUCK ON A BICKET! I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT A BICKET IS. SO STOP TALKING ABOUT BICKET'S!" Oliver yelled, this time not in an accent.
I hope a bicket is not what I think it is...
This time the scotish conductor took out a peice of paper, and worte down "Do you have a ticket?" on it and showed it to Oliver
"Ohhhh! Do I have a ticket. Yes I do, or I wouldn't be running after this bloody train anyway" mimicking his accent.
making fun of foriengers never gets old...haha. He jumped onto the train, holding on to a suppot ladder,and while the conductor helped himself up. He shook Oliver's hand, and Oliver said " where's the food?"
***
Oliver sat down In his seat, minding his sore legs. He had two buckets of food, his belongings, and a map. He placed the food on the floor, his belongings to his side, and started looking on the map.
Now where do I have to jump off the trian. Tracing his fingers across a map of kanto, following the laid out path of the train, looking at a road right next to the train's path that leads to pallet town. He then needed to find out where he is.
In about one hour, I will jump. He then saw the scotish man walk down the aisle, nodding at Oliver, Oliver nodded back to him, and quickly snatched his keys to the train.
Yay,Oliver thought.
I can still pickpocket!
Oliver folded his map, and stared hungriley at his food...
"Wait a second, where's my food?" Oliver yelled out load. He looked under the table, over the table on the sides of the table, all around the table, yet he couldn't find his food, then he saw the culprit. A cute, little skitty, lapping up all the delcious food that Oliver had paid for.
" Why, you little rascal!" Oliver screamed and lunge at the skitty. The went into a hissy fit together. A grown man....fighting with a kitty over some junk food. Yes it was pitiful, but it is Oliver's nature to protect what he loves, and he loves food.
The fought for severl minutes, the other passengers staring wide eyed at the two, eventually it went on for half an hour, then a whole hour.
Oliver stared at the skitty, wide eyed, and the skitty stared back. Oliver had scratches all over his body, the skitty had bruises.
There was still one bucket of food left. Eyeing it, Oliver leaped at it, but then was brought back violently. But by who? Well, none else then the conductor.
"What are you doing!? Running around like a flaming idiot with someone's skitty!"
"well,... yeah?" Oliver saif with no excuse "Get off the train" the conductor said sternly, looking into Oliver's eyes firmly.
Oliver then looked out the window.
There's the path! "well sorry to pass on this but I gotta go." He slipped out of the conductor's grasp and ran to the train's entrance, pulling out the key he stole from the conductor.
At the door, he pushed the key into the hole turned, and let the metal door swing open. And just before the Oliver started to hear the conductor's thump of his feet, Oliver jumped out the door and made a clean landing on the ground
"Woot!" Oliver said appropriatly. he then looked down the winding trail that led to the eventual pallet town. He looked at his watch.
"Hey, you still work!" he said while tapping the glass.
Oliver then knelled over, tied his boot shoelaces and started running down the path
" 1:00 now, gonna be there at 1:30"
***
Oliver came throught the gates of pallet town. The light green grass, the clear blue sky, the vast plain that erected from all sides all contrasted with Oliver. He was wearing city clothes,fiery red hair, while everybody was in praie clothes, with regular hair. Oliver walked thorugh the town, looking for the pokemon lab of prefessor oak,
"Now where could it be?...." Oliver looked left and right, up and down, but he could'nt find it. He eventually approached someone and asked the whereabouts of the lab,
"Oh, just take a left here and go up the hill."
Oliver thanked the kind person and he ran. Turning the corner he saw the hill leading to the mansion, thinking if he only just went a little further he didn't have to ask anybody.
The stairs winded up the hill. " That's a long walk" Oliver mumered to himself. He pondered, and then decided.
Oliver didn't take the stairs, Instead he took the hill. Oliver thought running up the hil would be faster and easier than going up the stairs, but halfway up, Oliver realized what the stairs are for.
" Why is this hill so steep. I got to get to the stairs." In one place the hill was so steep he had to crawl up it, but then he eventually found the stairs " thank you" Oliver said glancing up at the sky. He then trucked his body up the stairwell going to the lab
***
*knock* *knock * knock*
Oliver stared at the door blatantly, nobody seemed to answer. He thought he was too late, but then the door opened. A gruff looking man with a clipboard looked down at Oliver
. This must be Oak, Oliver thought. Oak was taller the Oliver, which was quite tall considering that Oliver was 6" 1'
"What's your business boy. I don't have all day for you wanting to stare at me" Oliver fumbled his speech" oh-h-h, I'm Oliver Harding Jr. and I requested a pokemon for myself, sir." Professor Oaked looked down at his clipboard. he went flipping papers mumermering "c...d...e...f...g...h...Oh here we are, Oliver Harding Jr. Come right in and I'll be with you in a second." Oak let Oliver in, then went thourgh a door that was probably his lab.
Oliver stared up, the cieling was high, there were waiting chairs with nobody in them, magazines on side tables, and sme pictures of pokemon on the wall. Oliver walked toward one of the chairs and sat down. Although he didn't get to sit for long, becuase soon afterward, Professsor Oak called him in " I'm ready for you Oliver"
Oliver walked in to the lab. "Wow." Oliver whispered to himself. Machines were placed everywhere. Computers were analyzing and storing data, there were desks with papers and aids going trough paperwork.
"Oliver over here." Oak was standing near a machine, with a glass dome on top with pokeballs on display.
"You can choose one pokemon, this will be your starter, and you will probably have the closest bond with this pokemon." Oak pressed a button, and the glass domed mateialized into itself, A turnstill carrying the pokeballs rose up from the machine. The turnstill then started to rotate, with a hologram image of all the pokemon inside the pokeballs floating above them.
"Charmander, charmander, charmander" oliver said outloud, waiting for the turnstill to face him with charmander. As soon as it came. Oliver grabbed it and threw it up in the air.
" Charmander, I choose yooooouuuuu!" Oliver was waiting for the for a charmander to appear in front of him, but instead the pokeball fell back on his head.
"Owww. Oak, why didn't a charmander come out?" Oak straitened his tie. "It's
professor oak, and a different tranier already took charmander
."
Oliver stared at the machine, disapointed. "I have to get a fire pokemon." as soon as he saw magby, Oliver took it, threw it up in the air, and waited for the magby to fall down. But alas, the same result as the previous pokemon insued.
" Don't tell me, someone already took magby..." Oliver glanced at the professor. "Yes they did, that's what you get for bieng late."
Oliver then saw the remaining pokemon.
bulbasuar...weak, pichu...what a baby...eevee...blah.
..wait, eevee goes into Flareon...Flaroen is a fire pokemon. EEVEE! Oliver took the Eevee pokeball Threw it up in the air. A brilliant flash of light stunned Oliver."Where's the eevee?" Oliver asked Oaked. This question was short lived as an eevee tackled him from behind.
"eeve!eeev!" The eevee shrieked. It was running around the room. Looking at Oliver playfully. It then lunged at Oliver again, knocking him down.
"Whoah! waaa! get offa me!" Oliver cried as the Eevee mercilessly licked his face. Eventually Oliver cries for help turned into laughter, and soon Eevee and Oliver were playing together. Pouncing, scratching and batting each other, they played on while oak left to resume other duties.
"whooo." Oliver said wiping tears off laughter of his face." You're a freaky little guy, aren't ya!" He patted the Eevee. it seemed to be pretty young, because just as he patted it it rolled into a ball and fell asleep.
" wel, you don't really need to go into your pokeball. Wait, where is his pokeball." Oliver got up " Professor! I need a pokeball!"
Oak walked thorugh some doors with another trainer." Oh here you go Oliver. And take this too. Oliver threw Eevee's pokeball and a bag. Oliver caught both.
"Ooo, What's in here." He took out a pokedex and 5 pokeballs. "Wow, a pokedex, Now I can record pokemon!" Oaked overheard Oliver." Just remeber to send me the data every once in a while."
***
Oliver was running down the steps again, Holding the rolled up sleeping eevee in his arms. When they reached the bottom, the Eevee woke up.
"You know what I'm gonna call you....Aros! Aros the Eevee!" The Eevee looked pleased with it's nickname, as he got up and jumped to the ground.
Oliver walked forward and the Eevee followed. "Hey, you're a smart little guy. You can follow me the whole time. Just don't run away." Eevee seemed to nod. Oliver and Eevee ran toward a pokemarrt, where he transfered 10,000 poke from his account to his trainer debit card. Looking down at eevee, he said "That part-time job really helps in the long run." He then bought 5 more Pokeballs at the mart, 10 potions and 1 full heal. Overall he spent 500 dollars
Oliver and Eevee walked out the door. "This is gonna last us a long time, isn't it Aros." The Eeve looked up at Oliver, and Oliver put the items he just bought in his Utility belt.
"First, we must go to Viridian city." Oliver said. " Now, were off to becoming pokemon masters! First, we need to train you and catch some more pokemon!" Oliver cheered his way down pallet down as he went off to route 1.
OOC: Please excuse anything that offends anyone in my post, becuase it is a joke and it's from Oliver view. A generic American teenager XD
ad I'm basing Eevee of my puppy XD