Jimmie lazed back in against the wall of the pokemart his hands crossed behind his had as to give it a bit of support with a backpack on his lap . It was a sunny day, with rays spreading their bright warmth over the few people of Littleroot. To his side lay a clump of white and brown stripped fur, that was the Zizagoon, Jehiel. Jimmie Turner was one of the few kids out there that had no desire to go on a Pokemon journey. The fact of leaving his home behind really didn't appeal to him much, he had a good life here why waste it? It's not that he didn't like Pokemon either Jehiel and himself were inseparable. Eventually though push came to shove and his mother had finally convinced him to go. He reached his hand out from behind his back and absentmindedly stroked the soft yet somewhat prickly fur of his partner. All he had to do now was actually leave the town, which ha had been stalling with all day.

The voices of the trainers starting to congregate around the Pokemon market was slowly beginning to aggravate him. New trainers he guessed, all had the jitters and excitement that came with getting the first Pokemon. It was understandable, but he still wish they would shut up, they're constant chattering made it very difficult to get in a nap. Sighing he closed his eyes and began snoring in a blissful state of sleep, Jehiel joining in the rythem with his own snores. Hopefully he could get at least a few minutes before someone woke him up.