Post by Caelan Gray on Oct 31, 2017 8:00:06 GMT 11
give me time and give me space
Imagine being hastily pushed into a Taxi by your own parents, only to have it speed off with only you as a passenger and child-locks on every door. Imagine, at the tender age of fifteen, you were whisked away with no explanation and nothing but a bag of clothes to keep you company. Now imagine your reaction when you're finally allowed out, only to find yourself stranded in Frosty New Bark Town as the aforementioned Taxi sped off without you inside. Imagine yourself looking up at the only named building in the sleepy Town, and finding yourself face to face with Elm Pokemon Lab. This imagination only works if, unlike most people, a Pokemon Journey has and always will be the last thing on your mind. If the thought of flushing your own head down a soiled toilet was winning against it.
Caelan Gray had never wanted to go on some sunshine and rainbows adventure with a bunch of mindless creatures. She'd never had dreams of winning badges from snot nosed kids, or teaming up under the value of friendship. No, Caelan Gray had better things to be doing with her time even if the adults thought she was just being irresponsible.
The short brunette scowled at the door, trying to figure out the best way back to Goldenrod. She couldn't walk, it was common knowledge that only Trainers were able to trek through the swarms of the wild. And her Taxi was definitely out of the question, leaving behind only skid marks to prove it had even been there to begin with. Seeing as there was no way she was swimming her way to Kanto even on a warm day, that left Caelan with only one choice. Basically give in to whatever she had been forcefully signed up to, and cause a great scene once she arrived back in Goldenrod. Oh how the Goldenrod Police were going to love her once she returned.
One step, two steps, Caelan counted each crunchy step she took before she could touch the door without stretching her arm right out. She was actually doing it, and honestly she had no clue why so many kids got over-excited about this one building. she felt nothing but boredom and annoyance as she rested a hand on the surface of the door. Under her breath, she counted to three before flinging the door open with a loud crash. If it had once been an automatic door, clearly they had temporarily turned off the feature in favour of keeping the warmth inside.
"I'm here, what have they signed me up for?" As if it wasn't already obvious that she was bored from the tone of her voice, Caelan added a yawn for good measure onto the end. She locked eyes with anyone working, raising an eyebrow as if to hurry them up for an answer. Once it seemed obvious that no one was answering her, the brunette rolled her eyes and made her way into the main area of the lab. Machines made mechanical noises around her, and Caelan had to fight the urge to start messing with them in her usual fashion.
"I should be on whatever list you have, Caelan Gray." As she spoke she ran her finger across a Pokeball that was sitting within her reach. It was smooth, and her interest was mainly in the mechanics over what was actually inside. She didn't care who's it was, or if it had been placed there ready for her own arrival. She also didn't care what the reactions around her would be as she picked the sphere up in her right hand, throwing it gently into the air and catching it a few times as she spoke again.
"I'm just gonna take this one." She caught the ball mid-throw, leaning against a computer desk with no bother to check if it was in use of not. The quicker she could get out of here, the better. But she still had no idea what her parents had roped her into, was this their twisted way of teaching her good morals? If it was, it wasn't going to work however they planned.
"What do I actually need to do?" She let the question hang in the air, holding the Pokeball up towards the ceiling lights with one eye closed.
"Not many aspiring trainers stop to ask me that question." The sentence was followed up by a light chuckle, the source coming up from behind Caelan. A man with short chestnut hair and draped with a long white coat typical of a lab scientist came around the desk having emerged from a door further down the lab. "They're all too excited to head straight out that door without hardly a clue as to what they're doing, or on the rare occasion they actually have some agenda." There was nearly a room full of silent sighs releasing an awkward pressure in the room once the girl had been addressed. The lab assistants free to ignore all distractions from their mountains of work and just let Caelen drift into background noise.
Adjusting his half-circle glasses further up his nose, the man beamed a smile at his guest, "Professor Elm. And I assume you're Ms. Gray?" A clipboard was the next subject of his gaze, eyes scanning swiftly across the page to gather a brief summary of what was written. He gave a slight nod afterward and dropped his hand to his side, the faintest smirk crossing his face before it was hidden behind a friendly smile. "But if you're really at a loss of where to start..." he paused as he dug a hand into one of the large pockets of the coat, pulling out a rectangular device and offering it to Caelen. "This is a pokédex. It contains basic entries on all manner of pokémon from all over the world. Use it anytime you encounter a wild or fellow trainer's pokémon in battle and it'll give you insight to their strengths and weaknesses. Any data you collect will be synced back here, which will help us keep every entry as up-to-date as possible."
Elm wasn't a fool to her disinterest in this whole traveling the world with pokémon deal. Her parents hadn't been explicit by any means, but what tidbits they provided mixed with the girl standing before him was enough to gleam some insight on the matter. Still smiling, he slipped one of the sheets from his clipboard and turned it around so she could see the chart printed on its face. "Since this has the side effect of you helping out the lab, I make sure none of the trainers leaving feel like we're taking advantage of them. So, I've arranged a series of rewards that depend on how much information you provide the lab with throughout your ventures. Take a look." Elm handed over the milestone sheet for her to review at her leisure.
"To start you off we'll get your new partner entered in. A good pick by the way," he chuckled, knowing full well the squirtle's tendencies.