The sun peaks over the pointed roof tops and sparse trees of a small, quiet town on a warm, spring morning. The windows in town begin to open, one at a time, shutters and curtains drawn open to let in the first light. Doors creak open, as several youths exit their abodes and begin acting rather early.
Whilst strolling down the street, a rather slight, pale, feminine blonde boy eyes the trees, the building and even the sky, wondering what else there is out there, until finally he makes it to the towns square. His head and hair glowing from the reflected sunlight, he could not help but smile with the exitment from what is to come.
At the same time, a slightly dusty boy came into town from the north with a bag laden with berries that the local shops requested, with black hair hanging in his face the back it passes his shoulders, pale skin that never seems to change color, and a red stare that follows all motion around him. He wore a pair of black jeans, a simple t-shirt, and no shoes. Several of the elders of the town of Springflow, mostly shop owners and adults who worked elsewhere, looked curiously upon the boy who entered the town in bare feet. Some began to whisper, wondering what he was doing. Others, simply stared.
Another boy was out, but he turned away from the business of the streets. He had never been particularly good with people, so he went out into the forest nearby to have some time alone before trying to talk to the professor- and for some reason, time among wild Pokemon was always a comfort to him. Quickly a tall, thin, pale boy with long hair parted to either side of his face got himeslf dressed at sunrise as the excitement of getting his revived Anorith at the mart today came to him. He had held off being a trainer for years so he could save up to get the fossil. Seeing so many others up early made him slink out of their way on his way there where he stood quietly. His clothes are a plain dark blue tee shirt and khakis with a belt. He has black and gold basketball shoes that don't seem to fit the rest of him. Henry was slightly frightened by the barefoot boy, although slightly intrigued. Just not enough to approach him.
The shoeless boy approached the shop very carefully in his bag there were the berries for curative medicines, but also he had a second bag carrying a Pokemon meant for a gentleman here in town. Henry noticed the second bag was carrying something small, he was just too nervous to ask so he watched from a distance.
Being awakened by the whispers around him. Mathew opened his eyes to see what the commotion was all about. He too became curious and decided to approach the barefooted boy.
As Henry stands beside the Mart, a fat, middle aged man approaches, fumbling with a mess of keys in his pocket.
Virgil looked at everyone in town looking at him curiously he had gotten used to this some people had heard the stories of the boy raised by Pokemon and he shrugged it off. Entering the shop he placed the first bag and received his payment.
"Hey you, doesn't it hurt your feet to walk around like that?", the blonde wondered out loud.
Virgil noticing the man approaching him, "Hello there. My feet are much stronger than most peoples Years in those woods barefoot make it easy"
Henry darted by while they were talking to see the shop keeper. As Henry stands beside the Mart, a fat, middle aged man approaches, fumbling with a mess of keys in his pocket.
"Oh, excuse me young sir," the middle aged man apologizes, "But you look rather eager, may I ask why?"
“My Anorith should be here today,” Henry replied.
The man smiled, then lookd as though he rememberd something as he opens the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Our systems were down last night, and we couldn't keep a Pokemon here." The man said, his round face becoming red with shame, "However, it was left at the Pokemon Lab for safe keeping."
Just then, a loud shout could be heard, coming from the large building at the town's square, sounding like a man's voice screaming in anger.
Mathew crouched down to take a closer look at the boys feet.
“Hmm. they do seem to to have been trough quite a bit,” the blonde remarked.
The boy noticed that the other's feet had many callouses on the bottom and hard muscles throughout.
"Are you really okay like this?" the blonde said, pointing with his head towards all the starring people around them.
"Yeah a lot of people look at me like that. A lot of people have heard the story of the wild boy," the black haired boy replied.
The wild boy comment caught Henry's attention.
Mathew stretched out his hands as if he was going to touch this wild boys feet. but quickly changed his mind.
"Feel free to touch them if you want," the black haired boy returned.
Mathew softly poked the strange boys feet. "What is it like? The wilds I mean. Do you feel free when your out there alone, exploring and experiencing?"
Whilst strolling down the street, a rather slight, pale, feminine blonde boy eyes the trees, the building and even the sky, wondering what else there is out there, until finally he makes it to the towns square. His head and hair glowing from the reflected sunlight, he could not help but smile with the exitment from what is to come.
At the same time, a slightly dusty boy came into town from the north with a bag laden with berries that the local shops requested, with black hair hanging in his face the back it passes his shoulders, pale skin that never seems to change color, and a red stare that follows all motion around him. He wore a pair of black jeans, a simple t-shirt, and no shoes. Several of the elders of the town of Springflow, mostly shop owners and adults who worked elsewhere, looked curiously upon the boy who entered the town in bare feet. Some began to whisper, wondering what he was doing. Others, simply stared.
Another boy was out, but he turned away from the business of the streets. He had never been particularly good with people, so he went out into the forest nearby to have some time alone before trying to talk to the professor- and for some reason, time among wild Pokemon was always a comfort to him. Quickly a tall, thin, pale boy with long hair parted to either side of his face got himeslf dressed at sunrise as the excitement of getting his revived Anorith at the mart today came to him. He had held off being a trainer for years so he could save up to get the fossil. Seeing so many others up early made him slink out of their way on his way there where he stood quietly. His clothes are a plain dark blue tee shirt and khakis with a belt. He has black and gold basketball shoes that don't seem to fit the rest of him. Henry was slightly frightened by the barefoot boy, although slightly intrigued. Just not enough to approach him.
The shoeless boy approached the shop very carefully in his bag there were the berries for curative medicines, but also he had a second bag carrying a Pokemon meant for a gentleman here in town. Henry noticed the second bag was carrying something small, he was just too nervous to ask so he watched from a distance.
Being awakened by the whispers around him. Mathew opened his eyes to see what the commotion was all about. He too became curious and decided to approach the barefooted boy.
As Henry stands beside the Mart, a fat, middle aged man approaches, fumbling with a mess of keys in his pocket.
Virgil looked at everyone in town looking at him curiously he had gotten used to this some people had heard the stories of the boy raised by Pokemon and he shrugged it off. Entering the shop he placed the first bag and received his payment.
"Hey you, doesn't it hurt your feet to walk around like that?", the blonde wondered out loud.
Virgil noticing the man approaching him, "Hello there. My feet are much stronger than most peoples Years in those woods barefoot make it easy"
Henry darted by while they were talking to see the shop keeper. As Henry stands beside the Mart, a fat, middle aged man approaches, fumbling with a mess of keys in his pocket.
"Oh, excuse me young sir," the middle aged man apologizes, "But you look rather eager, may I ask why?"
“My Anorith should be here today,” Henry replied.
The man smiled, then lookd as though he rememberd something as he opens the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Our systems were down last night, and we couldn't keep a Pokemon here." The man said, his round face becoming red with shame, "However, it was left at the Pokemon Lab for safe keeping."
Just then, a loud shout could be heard, coming from the large building at the town's square, sounding like a man's voice screaming in anger.
Mathew crouched down to take a closer look at the boys feet.
“Hmm. they do seem to to have been trough quite a bit,” the blonde remarked.
The boy noticed that the other's feet had many callouses on the bottom and hard muscles throughout.
"Are you really okay like this?" the blonde said, pointing with his head towards all the starring people around them.
"Yeah a lot of people look at me like that. A lot of people have heard the story of the wild boy," the black haired boy replied.
The wild boy comment caught Henry's attention.
Mathew stretched out his hands as if he was going to touch this wild boys feet. but quickly changed his mind.
"Feel free to touch them if you want," the black haired boy returned.
Mathew softly poked the strange boys feet. "What is it like? The wilds I mean. Do you feel free when your out there alone, exploring and experiencing?"