http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTQlEmf2cnI <- Intro


It was Monday morning. The sun has just rose up from behind the horizon. An old man was standing on his verandah. He was very short and stooped. His bald head was shining in the sun and his thick glasses were sitting down on his broken nose. He had long, wrinckled face in which two small waterly blue eyes were plugged. The man was wearing and old white shirt, pair of material trousers with a belt and a pair of shiny blach shoes. His white smock was hanging loosely on his old shoulders. He took one cigarette from a pack. While looking at the sea he slowly put it into his lips and ignited it with a lighter. He took a deep, smoky breath and exhaleted the gray smoke after a short while. The man smoked the cigarette for some time after which he thrown out the butt-end and went inside his house. The room he went into looked more like a laboratory than a place you could live in. A bed was standing to the right from the entry, covered in all kinds of books and documents. Next to it was a small cupboard. Its doors were nowhere to be be found so anyone could peep inside. In it were even more books. Next to the wall opposing the entry was a desk with a computer and even more books. Rest of the walls were covered in many diffrent machines. Murming and grumping, the man went to the desk and sit on a chair before it. He tapped the keyboard. A loud sound came from the machine. Letters on the screem said "You have mail!" He moved the cursor and opened the mail. After short while of reading his little eyes opened widely and the glasses fell from his nose. He got up rapidly and grabbed the monitor, as if he couldn't belive his eyes. Then he straightened and started to laugh. It wasn't a normal laugh, it was a laugh of a madman.


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Cy's Bedroom

The alarm clock ringed. Cyan Vivaldi has streteched his arm lazily and hit the off-switch. The blinds were drawn so that even a slightest sunshine couldn't get inside.
- CYYYYY!!! COOOOOME DOOOOOOWN FOOOOOR BREEEEAKFAST!!!
It was Cy's dad screaming, as always. The boy didn't remember when was the last time his dad spoke quietly. He was a buisnessman so he was usually working far from home- that could be the answer!
(describe your room, what do you do?)


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Swain's Bedroom

Swain Just woke-up. It was nine and his plan was to get up at seven so he could get ready for his journey.
(describe your room, what do you do?)


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Dusty's Bedroom

-It's wet! But why!?- it was Dusties first tought after waking up, or rather being woken up by non other than his mother's Surskit which she called "Remi." The little bastard was standing on boy's chest and was useing bubblebeam to wake him up!
(describe your room, what do you do?)

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Cyan yawned, removing the covers and slowly getting out of bed, wearing nothing but his underwear as he called, "In a sec Dad! I gotta get ready first!"

By Cy's definition, "getting ready" in the morning was to take a shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, etc. So what if breakfast would be cold, he always liked his food cold. Cyan ran his hand along Typhoon's back, and was replied with a soft little cry of pleasure from the cyndaquil. Cyan had to walk around his bed to get to the door, as he always slept opposite the door. He carefully stepped around various piles of books that were strewn haphazardly around his room. Cyan flipped on the light switch to his room, and groaned as he did every time he saw that disgusting, light, baby blue paint on the walls of his room.

Typhoon hopped down from the foot of Cyan's bed and followed him to the bathroom, standing guard outside while Cyan took a shower, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, etc. The Cyndaquil was like a loyal watchdog, making sure that no one would disturb Cyan while he was getting ready for his adventure.

After a few minutes, Cyan emerged from the bathroom, only to make a beeline for his room. It took him about five minutes to get dressed, and, taking his time, he casually walked down the steps, Typhoon following behind him as best as he could.

Cyan could still smell the scent of rye toast in the air, mixed with the sweet fragrance of numerous berries. Cyan walked into the dining room, a moderately sized room with a oval shaped wooden table at it's center. His mother was eating her breakfast at the table, while his Father was sipping a cup of coffee and watching the news on TV.

"What's the weather forecast for today?" Cyan asked, hoping that the weather was favorable as he didn't want to go on a journey if the weather was terrible. After all, he needed to get to the next town by foot, and if there was a bad storm out, then it would certainly impede his progress significantly.

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XBL Gamer Tag: Ari3752
Main: Ragna
Sub: Hakumen/Taokaka

Cy's Livingroom

-Son...- started Cy's father, ignoring the question about the weather.- We need to talk.
He pointed at the free spot next to him on the couch. The boy sat next to him- he knew that when his dad starts from "Son" it means that either he is in deep trouble or a "lesson of life" is unavoidable.
- When I was your age, I didn't even think about Pokemon!- he started after lowering the volume of the TV.- In your age I was standing next to my shed, selling icecream to pedestrians. All those fighting, training or whatever is it called didn't mattered to me! I tought about the future! Look at me now! I'm the owner of one of the best ice-cream making company in Muchourin!
This was it. Cyan's dad started his usual bable. Cy could only sit and listen, or rather pretend that he listens.
- You know why I am at the top now? BECAUSE I WORKED HARD!- the sudden scream had no effect on Cy, he was used to this.- Son! WORK HARD! NO MATTER IF YOU PLAY WITH YOU POKEMON, NO MATTER IF YOU WIN OR LOOSE, MAKE US, YOUR PARENTS, PROUD!!!
-There there darling.- said the boy's mother who finished eating and aproached her husband. She patted his round head.- I know you can't handle the fact that our little boy is already heading out on his own. It was inevitable.
The husband sat down heavily while the mother turned around toward her son.
- It is that day! Your special day!- she started with excitment.- You finally heading out in order to find your own way in the world. Remember! You're never alone! Not only we, your parents, will be always cheering up for you but you also have your Pokemon with you!- she winked at Typhoon. The Pokemon made a loud noise which meant that he agrees.- Now! Get eating, the weather is great. Oh and Dr. Willy was looking for you! He said he has something for you! Remember to drop by him before you leave.
Cy looked at his father who tried to hold back the tears desperatly. On the kitchen table were waiting toasts and fresh berries. Typhoon went into the kitchen and sat down next to his bowl. Mom filled it with Pokemon food. The little creature started to eat.

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(My first real RP. If i effed up somewhere tell me.)

Swain got up and prepared for his morning routine. His room was a mess, with clothes on the floor and his sheets left unmade. As his stomach growls, he decides to go eat breakfast first. As he exits his room, Dyn wakes up and starts on his way to the kitchen, but notices the room. Like usual, he gives a small growl and stares at Swain then back to the room.

Swain gives a smile and says "Thanks for telling me, mom. Now shut it and come get some food."

He grabs himself a bowl of cereal, eating lazily, while watching the news and weather forecast. With a look of dismay, Swain changes the channel to the morning cartoons.

"Lesser of two boredom's, I suppose." He says.

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"Thanks, I'll just eat it on the go," Cyan replied, a hint of a smile on his lips as he grabbed the berries and lightly set them all down on the piece of toast before lifting it off the plate. Cyan bit down into the berries and toast, the sweet, chewy berries mixing with the slightly crunchy, wheaty flavor of the bread. He waited patiently for Typhoon to finish his meal, continuing to eat the tasty berry toast. When Typhoon finished, it let out a little belch, and Cyan couldn't help but laugh before he picked the cyndaquil up and gently placed him on his left shoulder.

"Alright, I'm heading off now. And don't worry dad, I'll make sure to call you every chance I get," Cyan stated, slinging his duffle bag over his right shoulder after finishing his breakfast. Cyan reached his left arm out to the coat rack next to the door and took his black fedora off from one of the "branches" of the tree-like rack. He stepped through the thresh hold and, taking his time as always, casually walked down to Professor Willy's lab.

Professor Willy...Cyan never really got to know the professor, unlike Prof. Elm, who Cyan had near constant contact with. Prof. Elm was the one who gave Cyan most of the work that allowed him to afford the Luxury balls that hung from his belt, and while there was nothing in them at the moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of self-satisfaction every time he felt their weight on his belt.

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XBL Gamer Tag: Ari3752
Main: Ragna
Sub: Hakumen/Taokaka

Swain's Kitchen

- Thooomas!- said Swain's mom with her usual, screechy voice.- Today is the big day!
She filled a bowl with Pokemon Food and put it on the floor. Dyn walked to it rapidly and started eating.
- You know, I remember when your father got his first Pokemon! We were so small back then! I never dared to get one for myself!- she bustled about the kitchen while talking.- But now look at you sweetie! I'm sure you will be a great trainer! I'm a bit jelly... oh well! I'm too old for things like Pokemon.
She finished her chores in the kitchen and moved to the living room.
- I packed few things for you! Your bag is in the corridor! - her voice was fading while she moved deeper into the living room.
Swain ate his cerial at the same time as Dyn finished his food. The telephone rang.
- I'll get it!- mom shouted.
After a while she entered the kichen and said:
- It was Dr. Whilly! He said that he has something for you! Go check on him before you leave!

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Dusty's Livingroom

-Oh, Hi shots!- Dusty's mom welcomed him. He could only see her bottom as she was crawling under the table, cleaning the floor.
Remi was at the sink in the kitchen. As usual he was doing the dishes. Mom got out from under the table.
- Ufff!- she wheezed.- Well! I hope you're ready! Dad won't forgive you if you'll fail at the start of your trip! I remember when I moved out for my journay! Ohhh... the excitment, that precious feeling! You and your Pokemon!
She looked out of the window with a dreamy gaze. She used to do that quite alot, especially when she tought about the past. As a young girl she managed to aquire the league's Championship. A cup was still standing over the chimney in the livingroom.
- Well! The breakfast is ready! Dr. Willy was looking for you. He has something for you and guess what! I know what it is, but I won't tell you, hihi!
Dusty was used to his mom's teasing of him. He looked at his Piplup- it was his first Pokemon which he got from his parents for his 12th birthday. The little thing was consuming some berries which were give to him by Remi.

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Luci's Bedroom

It was 10 o'clock. Luci was sleeping like a bear in winter. Suddenly a gentle whisking woke her up. It was her chikorita- Luz. She got her from her parents for birthday. The excitment rapidly took-over Luci. It was that day. The day when she would embark on a journey of her dreams.
(Describe your room, what do you do?)

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Luci looked up and gave a large smile to her Chikorita. It seemed as if it had smiled back.

She stood and let out a long yawn, stretching to relieve some of the left over sleepyness. She slowly sauntered into the bathroom and into the shower, her Chikorita walking at her feet, just barely keeping up with its short legs. The hot water embraced Luci's body, and she quickly used body wash and shampoo so she could get an early start on her day. With a hop, a skip, and a jump, she returned to her room, and slipped into her favorite blue sweater, and blue jeans. Attempting her best to make sure her hair wasn't its usual moppy mess, she set it up in a bun atop her head, she was likely to see a lot of people, and she wanted to make a good impression on most, if not all, of them.

Her Chikorita looked up at her. Luci saw something familiar in its sweet smile.

"You smile with your eyes closed, just like sis," she said, slurring some of the words as she went along. It lowered its head and stood there, as if waiting to be pet. The leaf got in the way, but the satisfaction was still there on both sides.

Luci walked down the stares, with Luz in her arms, for fear that her short legs would make the downward walk difficult. She turned to her mom and said "I just want to give you one more thanks, I don't know how else I could show it." She set down Luz to give her mother a long hug, her mother's built wonder-mom frame clashing oddly with Luci's small figure. Just then, Luci remembered something that was pretty important "I'll need some of my medicine to last me the whole time, did you remember to get some?" she asked.

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Luci's Kitchen

- Of course darling!- her mom quickly went to open a cupboard which stood next to the sink. She took a small package out of from it. - This package should last for around a month. When it happens you can get a new one from a Pokemon Center! There's already breakfast on the table. Dad had to go to work earlier. There was a break-out in a prison and his unit was called in to see if they can help.
Luci sat next to the table and started eating. Luz sat at the middle, underneath it. Mom gave her a big bowl of Cherri-berry flavored Pokemon Food.
- At first we were sceptical about the whole idea of giving you a pokemon.- her mother started.- We were affraid that your illness would make it very hard, or nearly impossible for you to become a Pokemon trainer.
She sniffed loudly and her voice was trembling.
- But then we met that man at the hospital. A true gentleman. A noble. His manners were exquisite. We talked with him when you had your check up. He said something beautiful. He said that Pokemon dont look at illnesses, they dont care if you are diffrent than the others. They befriend you as long as you wish them to do so. Thats when we decided that you too should have a chance to be with them.
Luci's mom took a handkerchief out of her poket and wipped her face from tears. Luci could hold her tears back a lot better than her mom. She felt happy that she can go on an adventure like this and grateful toward that misterious man who talked with her parents about Pokemon.
- Now darling. Finish your meal and go talk with Dr. Willy. He called earlier and said he has something for you.
Luci ate her food, sam as Luz did.
- Go now honey!- her mom said cheerfully.- While your gone, I'll pack your things up.

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Luci never understood why her mother would always get emotional. It didn't fit her, she was a large and well-built woman. She towered over most men that she met. Maybe it was all just part of being a 'normal person'. Something she would never get to experience.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she did as her mother said and payed a visit to Dr. Willy, with Luz at her feet. She never met this man, she was completely unsure of what he would say, think, or do. But she liked meeting new people, so long as they didn't harshly judge her. The sliding doors welcomed Luci with a mechanical hiss and she walked through them. All the technology around her scared her, but it shouldn't mean any harm.

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