The grass of the fields rippled under the hover-car skimming across the dirt road towards the Pokemon HQ lab. It was fluid and sleek, the bumper and rims a polished gold, whilst the body remained a dark, sparkling metallic violet. On the bonnet sat a crest of arms featuring a pokeball as the centrepiece, and all of the windows were tinted black.

It slowly floated to a halt in front of the doors to the lab, and an aged woman in a starched, plain navy pinafore with a white blouse underneath stepped out of the hover-car, opening the door to reveal the black, soft seats in which there was only one occupant. The occupant unbuckled her seatbelt and slipped out of the hover-car, nodding curtly to the woman. "Your father wishes you back before supper, Elizabeth." reported the aged woman and the occupant nodded again. 

The occupant waited and watched the hover-car slide down the rolling plains for a while, before turning and entering the Lab. She went on tip-toes to be seen at the reception desk - [b]"Elizabeth Blake, Miss, I'm here for the tour."[/b] - and followed her down towards Michael and the other children, down the corridors and approaching a window into the daycare where the group were peering inside.

Elizabeth herself was quite a sight. The first thing that would come to mind is "rich kid" - every inch of her outfit screamed wealth and demanded attention. The [url=http://www.velaclothing.co.uk/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/9/5/9514.jpg]dress[/url] she was wearing incorperated a shimmering beige silk chestpiece which was smoothly dyed at the bottom to navy blue, on top of which was translucent cloth with a similar dying pattern. On the chest, the hems and the skirt, elaborate embroidered patterns only barely accentuated with sequins and stones brought the full dress together. The [url=http://i.ebayimg.com/t/Womens-Flex-Curve-slippers-size-7-Navy-Blue-colour-/00/s/MTYwMFgxMjAw/z/e8QAAOxy7nNTU9LQ/$_35.JPG]slippers[/url] were made out of a dark navy velvet. Hanging on her shoulder was a satin [url=http://www.fabworld.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/Pleated-Satin-Crystal-Clasp-Clutch-Evening-Bag-HS11104-NAVY-INSIDE.jpg]clutch bag[/url].

However, the body inside of the outfit certainly was sending the opposite message - Her almond-shaped grey eyes were dulled by years of formality to show little to no emotion or life out of them, completely devoid of the childish spark of excitement and adventure. Unlike the local inhabitants of Orre, her skin was pallid and smooth like cream. Even the colour in her lips is faded, barely pink, as if something sucked the colour right out of her. A stark contrast to her pallor was her hair - a straight black curtain, trimmed as flat and neat as is physically possible. The only decoration was a black headband, almost lost in the dark hair, with a gem-studded Litwick brooch pinned to it.

She scanned over the group without really taking in their appearance, or perhaps even their existence, before her eyes rested on Michael. With the elegance and grace that probably could only be achieved with years of constant practice, Elizabeth bowed her head so the inky dark curtain covered her face and neck, lightly crossed her feet over and curtseyed to the man, rising in a matter of moments. When she spoke, her voice was just as blank and hollow as her eyes. [b]"I apologise for my lateness. My name is Elizabeth Blake, and I wish to attend the tour."[/b]