[center][h2][color=8d68ed]Jack Schreiber[/color][/h2][/center]
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Location: Route 9
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GM: [@floodtalon]
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A light mist began to pick up across the ground, as Jack wandered east towards Beryllium Lake. The thick trees that hindered Jack's path thrived with chirping, as he continued to look around for any sign of visible Pokemon. Unfortunately, tracking the chirping was like chasing an echo, and so there was not a Pokemon in sight. 

Soon, Jack had reached the edge of the trees, to find moonlight spilling over the lake. In the distance, he could make out the shadows of Swanna's sleeping on the surface of the water, but they were too far away and Jack was not looking forward to attracting a Horde of them. He walked across the edge of the lake until he heard the chirping in the trees grow louder. Jack wasn't sure if the night was playing tricks on him, or whether he was getting closer to finding Pokemon. He stood silent for a moment, drumming his fingers against his hip in thought. [color=8d68ed]"If I continue to walk the edge of the lake, there is a good chance that I'll end up running into wild Pokemon hiding amongst the brush. The only downside is that I might very likely catch a Pokemon like Squirtle... I should probably head back and continue looking on the path"[/color] Jack surmised to himself, as he paced back towards the trees.