Chapter Three: Cherrygrove City
Night had befallen Johto by the time Silver walked into the entrance of Cherrygrove City. The town was small, but it was tidy, and after a hard day, it was nice to go to a clean place to rest up. Silver was greeted by a large red building, with a sign that read, 'Pokemon Center; heal your partners here!' This was a godsend to Silver, as Makesh was close to loosing conciousness. He began to veer off of the road to get to the center, when Silver tripped on something. With a loud curse, Silver fell flat on the ground, face first. He lay there quietly for a moment, and slowly got up and turned around. Expecting a rock or something insignificant, he found a small bottle with a label that read 'Potion; heals Pokemon small amount'. Huh, Silver thought, Somebody must have dropped it... Oh well, its mine now! and picked up the potion, flipped it in the air a few times, and tossed it in his rucksack. Wiping dirt off of his clothing, he tried once more, and entered the building with the sliding glass doors. Silver approached the counter, and found the clerk turned around. He waited patiently for a moment, thinking she must be doing something of utmost importance, but gave up and knocked on the counter polietly. The clerk did not seem to notice that he was there, which irritated Silver. Again he knocked on the counter, and again he was ignored. Silver winced, and knocked one last time, harder than before. The clerk continued about her business, which enraged Silver. This time, he yelled loudly,
"Hey! I am in need of assista-"
"No need to yell dear, I can hear you just fine," said the nurse who turned around swiftly.
"Obviously I do need to yell, because I slammed my hand on the desk thrice and thrice you did not answer! What kind of service is that? If I was your boss I would fire you..." he complained, while his patience grew shorter and shorter.
"Silly!" the nurse laughed quietly,"I own this place! I make the rules!"
"Then make good service one of your rules!" he retorted. Silver did not have the patience nor the time to exchange words with a crazy nurse who was oblivious to his existance.
"...No need to yell dear, I can hear you just fine," the nurse mimiced herself.
"Gah!!" Silver yelled, and whipped around, exiting the building as fast as he could. Great, just great, he thought, How in the world am I supposed to have that stupid nurse heal Makesh, when all she can do is whine about how loud I am yelling!? I need to find somewhere to rest up... Very badly... Silver stood at the edge of the center, scanning the town for any other Pokemon Center, but was denied such luck. Picking up his pace, he stomped towards the oceanside, passing a few disturbed residents as he murmurred to himself. After a short minute, he arrived at the shore, and sat down in a huff. Though he was irritated by the sand, he did not move, because he knew it would make it worse. Silver stared at the cascading water in the distance for a moment, then released Makesh from its ball. The Totodile appeared flat on the ground, his chest heaving up and down in a dramatic fashion.
"Oh get up, you drama queen," Silver snapped at his Pokemon. Makesh obeyed and rose to its feet, still breathing heavily, but with some composure.
"Well, buddy," Silver started, "the center has a horrible nurse and I can't find anywhere else to heal your wounds, or replenish your water supply."
Makesh bumped into Silver, and nudged his head towards the water.
"Fine, go swimming if you like, but don't whine to me if you get cold," Silver warned the Totodile. A big leap, and Makesh was in the frigid water, swimming around on his little legs. Watching Makesh calmed Silver down, somewhat, as he began to ponder, You know, I wonder if I am cut out to be a Pokemon trainer. I don't have a very good battle style, my Pokemon can't last a few bouts against other Pokemon. Maybe I should just go home... he averted his glaze from Makesh to the moon, and for a moment, thought he saw a shooting star. He cared not if he was hallucinating, he made a quiet wish upon it anyways. After that, Silver promptly fell flat on the ground, gazing up at the sky, while his conciousness slowly faded...
Silver had only been sleeping for a few moments, when he was awoken by Makesh leaping out of the water, and spraying Silver with a water gun. Bolting upright, he noticed that it was still dark, and he needed to find a place to crash for the night. He liked the beach, but it was a little uncomfortable for him. Silver snapped back to reality, and shot Makesh a look of irritation. Though it made Makesh back off some, the Totodile did not appear phased.
"Well, come on, buddy," Silver said, "We have to find a place to crash for the night. And not the Pokemon Center, either." Silver got up, and called Makesh back to its Pokeball, reluctant as it was. As he turned from the beach, he noticed a small dash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Quickly, Silver turned around to see a dog-like Pokemon run off into the woods. It's massive firey red bulk made it shine in the night, and Silver reminded himself that he was not about to turn back. With renewed confidence, he set off along back to the center of town, looking for an inn. Again, he was not rewarded, so he decided to do what Pokemon trainers do best- barge in on random peoples houses. The first house Silver tried was locked, as well as the second. However, the third house, tucked away at the corner of town, had its lights on, so Silver decided to give it a try. He approached the home and gave a loud knock on the oak door. Thankfully, a man soon opened the door, peering out through his spectacles. He appeared to be middle aged, and somewhat tired, but he went on and asked Silver,
"Yes? How may I help you?"
Silver then recounted the events leading up to the beach, and the dog (which he threw in just for fun). The man pondered Silver's tale for a moment,
"Seems to me that you have seen the Volcano Pokemon, Entei," he commented quietly, "And it also seems that you need a place to stay,"
"That is correct, sir," Silver replied with a calm air in his voice. He did not want another person scared off like the nurse.
"Well, what is your name, friend? I am Ryan Neff, and have lived in my peaceful abode for half of my life," Ryan introduced himself.
"Silver Clone, I seek to conquer the Pokemon Leauge," said Silver, stating something that he would like to do.
"A difficult prospect, that is. Well come in, make yourself at home," and Ryan cleared the doorway for Silver, who stepped in the small house. Tea was already made for one, but Ryan fixed up another batch, and together they sat and traded tales of their past, present, and future aspirations. It turned out that Ryan was also a Pokemon trainer when he was Silver's age, and he too had the dream of challenging the Pokemon League. All went well until his precious Golem was robbed by a man in Victory Road, never to be seen again. Ryan gave up training after that, but instead spent his life on studying Pokemon, in all of their aspects, battling and non-battling. The conversation went on for a good while, until Silver was unable to keep awake.
"Well, Ryan, thank you for your tales, but I must rest."
"No problem, there is a bed for you on the second level of my house, third door on the right. I am glad you came, I was getting lonley," said Ryan. Silver thanked him once again for his house, and together, Silver and Makesh went upstairs and immediatley fell asleep. Tomorrow, he was on the road again.
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(OOC:Nurse Joy is inspired by my Spanish teacher... Way to go Senora Andersen!)