[center][h1][color=007236] Ian Kendrickson[/color] [/h1][/center]

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Ian exited the taxi without a word after paying his fare. He wasn't given very much money, but his grandparents agreed to send him enough to keep himself fed so long as he kept in touch. He really didn't mind being late as he wasn't exactly planning on catching anything there. His egg had been extremely lively today, so he was simply hoping it would go on and hatch. He decided it just needed some sunlight and motion, so he took the incubator out of his backpack and cradled it in his arms. [color=007236][i]Not much longer now, c'mon.[/i][/color] Ian thought to himself as he watched the egg slowly wobble from within the small device.

After waiting a few minutes, he sighed and decided to attempt to go on and get registered. What were the odds that a Pokemon so close to hatching wouldn't be eligible? Would they try to make him wait a few more days? No, no. He knew that the egg would be a Sneasel, he didn't exactly know the gender or anything, but what would that matter? But if it hatched now, it would really be great. Most of the Pokemon Ian had even encountered were owned by the elderly people of Agate Village, so for the most part, past their prime. A freshly hatched Pokemon would certainly take much more care, care that Ian was more than ready to give to the Pokemon that he had worked so hard to hatch.

[color=f7976a]"Are you alright?"[/color] Came a concerned voice from behind him. Looking around, he realized he had been staring intensely at an open door with a clock over it. 

[color=007236]"Yes."[/color] Ian answered automatically. As much as he appreciated the stranger's concern, he was busy...then again, directions would probably be nice. [color=007236]"Excuse me."[/color] Ian said turning around to face the person only to see they were in a black suit with sunglasses and what appeared to be an earpiece. An explanation on all that could wait though. [color=007236]"Trainer registration. Where?"[/color] He asked simply.

[@AbysmalDemon]