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Post by vanityandpride on Oct 27, 2009 17:58:40 GMT -5
Drew strolled through the sandy beaches, yawning uncontrollably in a timed fashion. He had been expected to immediately find the Pokemon Lab on the harbor, but he had been tired and gone for a nice stroll on the beautiful beach. It wasn't a sin, was it?
Now he decided it was probably time to get going. He most likely wouldn't get his Pokemon in time if he didn't soon find that Lab. With a prolonged, dramatic sigh, he heaved himself off the white crystals of sand and stood up, dusting the particles off his clothes. Today he had decided to wear a fur-lined brown jacket, along with a pair of skinny jeans -- it was getting cold.
Drew spied two girls playing in the water, splashing each other and laughing joyfully. He went up to them, hands stuck in his pockets, eyes flashing bashfully.
"Hi, you guys," He started, "Where is the Pokemon Lab, may I ask?"
The girls stopped, looked at him, giggled, then smiled, and then finally, finally, they said, "Over there," and pointed to a white building next to the light tower. He smirked, waved, and made his way through the sand, treading slowly, thinking. It was almost sunset. As he trailed through the ground, he thought about whether doing this was right.
Of course it is, one side of his brain said. In any case, he wanted a Pokemon, and he wanted to inherit the Crosswell company, and that thought had won. He was going to be a Pokemon trainer.
"Well, there's no turning back now," he muttered to himself. He had arrived at the lab door. The lab itself was a pretty ivory color, neat and clean, with no clue as to what was inside. He gulped in some air, and pressed the doorbell.
"Hello? Excuse me, is anyone home?"
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