06:22
Avery wakes with a start, momentarily confused at his surroundings. It takes him several minutes to remember the night before -- making it into a campsite, looking for a manager or counsellor, realizing that it was closed for the season, and giving up and sleeping there. He had pulled a tarp from his bike’s storage unit and made a lean-to with it using the bike itself as an anchor. Coming back to himself, Avery crawls out of his blanket into the cold spring air. He stretches and lets out his team out one by one, greeted by groggy Pokémon. After they eat, he repacks his bike and calls them back to their Pokéballs.
“Two more hours,” he reminds himself, muffled by the helmet. “Then, what, eight hours of work? That’s fine. That’s great.”
Avery groans, but mounts his motorcycle and rolls out of the camp.
Cold wind steals the trainer's breath as soon as he steps out of the warm Collections Building, and he sucks in a gasp.
“Fuck!”
He vows to buy a scarf, and speed-walks to the staff parking lot. A bit down the pavement, several underclassmen turn away, deterred by what looks like an absolutely livid expression on his face. In truth, he’s just a little irritated, but his demeanour and facial features lend his reactions to be much more severe than they really are.
Once at his bike, Avery puts his helmet on and kicks off. Just turning a corner, he’s able to see his destination – Hendrick Medical Centre. It’s barely a two-minute drive, but it takes him a while to find the main building and park.
The Gym leader retrieves his bag out of his bike and pulls the strap over his shoulder, tugging his helmet off. Instead of locking it in his storage bin, he leaves it in-hand and enters the Pokémon Centre.
Avery walks up to the nurse at the desk and smirks, quirking a brow. His smooth south English accent reaches fairly clearly over the din of the main lobby. “Hello, handsome. Would you mind showing me to the overnight rooms?”
Avery wakes with a start, momentarily confused at his surroundings. It takes him several minutes to remember the night before -- making it into a campsite, looking for a manager or counsellor, realizing that it was closed for the season, and giving up and sleeping there. He had pulled a tarp from his bike’s storage unit and made a lean-to with it using the bike itself as an anchor. Coming back to himself, Avery crawls out of his blanket into the cold spring air. He stretches and lets out his team out one by one, greeted by groggy Pokémon. After they eat, he repacks his bike and calls them back to their Pokéballs.
“Two more hours,” he reminds himself, muffled by the helmet. “Then, what, eight hours of work? That’s fine. That’s great.”
Avery groans, but mounts his motorcycle and rolls out of the camp.
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17:14 Cold wind steals the trainer's breath as soon as he steps out of the warm Collections Building, and he sucks in a gasp.
“Fuck!”
He vows to buy a scarf, and speed-walks to the staff parking lot. A bit down the pavement, several underclassmen turn away, deterred by what looks like an absolutely livid expression on his face. In truth, he’s just a little irritated, but his demeanour and facial features lend his reactions to be much more severe than they really are.
Once at his bike, Avery puts his helmet on and kicks off. Just turning a corner, he’s able to see his destination – Hendrick Medical Centre. It’s barely a two-minute drive, but it takes him a while to find the main building and park.
The Gym leader retrieves his bag out of his bike and pulls the strap over his shoulder, tugging his helmet off. Instead of locking it in his storage bin, he leaves it in-hand and enters the Pokémon Centre.
Avery walks up to the nurse at the desk and smirks, quirking a brow. His smooth south English accent reaches fairly clearly over the din of the main lobby. “Hello, handsome. Would you mind showing me to the overnight rooms?”