((Mmm....Pidgey and scrambled egg omelet...Am I the only one who looks at pictures of Pokemon and asks, "What would that taste like?"))
Phoebe was not a morning person. The life of a trainer was dictated by the life of pokemon, both wild and trained. In Phoebe's case, her Girafarig, Twin, would not let her sleep past 9am. If she tried, the guy would force his way into her hotel bed and nudge her cheek with his face until she woke up. This terrified her the first time it happened, which sent poor Twin into tears, but now she was used to it. She frequently slept in and used her starter as an alarm clock.
Today was one of those days. The sound of heavy breathing woke her. She instinctively rolled in the other direction, as the giant yellow-and-brown pokemon blocked one whole side of the bed. She stumbled to the bathroom, and as usual, the Girafarig followed her. One bathroom trip later, Phoebe was now presentable for breakfast. The group had slept in a Pokemon Center for the night, as usual. They had arrived in Cerulean City last night, after two weeks of wandering around that Zubat-infested hellhole known as Mt. Moon. They had come out, dirty, slightly pastier, and with new phobias. Phoebe's was the dark--Mt. Moon's dark patches were always swarming with sleeping Zubat, and the second someone shines a light, they'd fly straight at it in an angry frenzy. Twin somehow made it out without any mental scarring, thank Arceus. The poor Girafarig was special needs--some form of pokemon birth defect or Down's Syndrome or something similar. He was inbred most likely, and had been abandoned because of it. He didn't need any more problems.
Phoebe stumbled down to the first floor. The scent of waffles and scrambled eggs rushed at her. Twin ran down the stairs so fast it was a miracle he didn't trip and break his neck, "Slow down!" The fearful trainer called. But no, he ran straight to the Pokechow buffet, a group of cheap vending machines that served breakfast portions of Pokefood, a kibble for all sorts of pokemon. Phoebe had bags of the herbivorous blend up in her room, but she preferred to buy the cheaper meals when they stopped in a Pokecenter. It was convenient, and Twin seemed to think the food was a treat.
"Jeez, calm down. I'll get your food." Phoebe teased and rubbed her starter's head. He let out a half-neigh, half-cheering noise that reminded her of a Ponyta. Phoebe inserted four coins into the machine and placed a paper bowl down. A serving of generic herbivore Pokechow flowed out. Twin dug in with glee. She released her second pokemon, Ratter the Rattata, and let him eat a smaller portion of the same Pokechow. He stuffed most of it in his cheeks, then carefully ate one piece at a time. Phoebe finally moved to serve herself a Pidgey meat and egg omelet, something that all Pokecenters seemed to serve exactly the same: crappy meat, great eggs, very filling.
Phoebe looked around the dining room. No one else was here, which was odd. Sure, some of the kids in the group hating mornings too, but they agreed to train early today. Phoebe wanted to fight some of the other kids in preparation for her upcoming gym battle against the Cerulean Gym. Ratter needed some more leveling, and Twin could aim better with his Confusion attack. Phoebe had been on the receiving end of that attack, and she did not want that to happen anytime soon.
Johnny was not a morning person. He woke at around 10am each morning, and he would have slept more if he didn't sleep with his mouth open and dehydrate severely. That was normal for him, however. Gulping down a glass of water he left on his bedside table for this reason, he pulled on some pants and sluggishly marched downstairs.
Johnny liked routine. He had a system for everything, including mornings. Get up, put pants on, go downstairs. Now was time to release Ekans and let him warm up for todays training session, and on every fourth day, feed him. Today was that day, so Johnny walked to the dining area to find the small refrigerator for just this occasion. Phoebe was already up, sipping coffee and eating an omelet. They shared a silent greeting, and her weird Girafarig's tail-head barked at him. That pokemon barked at everybody. Johnny did not like that pokemon. Girafarig's were creepy already, with the grinning tail-head, but Phoebe somehow found a creepier one.
Ignoring the barking, John reached into the fridge and grabbed a frozen Rattata package. He paid the fee--four marks, the same price as one bag of the regular kibble--and gave it to Ekans. He released his Nidoran, and she ate the more common omnivorous Pokechow. Then Johnny finally sat down with his own breakfast and stared at the muted TV that played the news. Nothing interesting.
((I just realized this post is the most boring thing I have ever written.))
Phoebe was not a morning person. The life of a trainer was dictated by the life of pokemon, both wild and trained. In Phoebe's case, her Girafarig, Twin, would not let her sleep past 9am. If she tried, the guy would force his way into her hotel bed and nudge her cheek with his face until she woke up. This terrified her the first time it happened, which sent poor Twin into tears, but now she was used to it. She frequently slept in and used her starter as an alarm clock.
Today was one of those days. The sound of heavy breathing woke her. She instinctively rolled in the other direction, as the giant yellow-and-brown pokemon blocked one whole side of the bed. She stumbled to the bathroom, and as usual, the Girafarig followed her. One bathroom trip later, Phoebe was now presentable for breakfast. The group had slept in a Pokemon Center for the night, as usual. They had arrived in Cerulean City last night, after two weeks of wandering around that Zubat-infested hellhole known as Mt. Moon. They had come out, dirty, slightly pastier, and with new phobias. Phoebe's was the dark--Mt. Moon's dark patches were always swarming with sleeping Zubat, and the second someone shines a light, they'd fly straight at it in an angry frenzy. Twin somehow made it out without any mental scarring, thank Arceus. The poor Girafarig was special needs--some form of pokemon birth defect or Down's Syndrome or something similar. He was inbred most likely, and had been abandoned because of it. He didn't need any more problems.
Phoebe stumbled down to the first floor. The scent of waffles and scrambled eggs rushed at her. Twin ran down the stairs so fast it was a miracle he didn't trip and break his neck, "Slow down!" The fearful trainer called. But no, he ran straight to the Pokechow buffet, a group of cheap vending machines that served breakfast portions of Pokefood, a kibble for all sorts of pokemon. Phoebe had bags of the herbivorous blend up in her room, but she preferred to buy the cheaper meals when they stopped in a Pokecenter. It was convenient, and Twin seemed to think the food was a treat.
"Jeez, calm down. I'll get your food." Phoebe teased and rubbed her starter's head. He let out a half-neigh, half-cheering noise that reminded her of a Ponyta. Phoebe inserted four coins into the machine and placed a paper bowl down. A serving of generic herbivore Pokechow flowed out. Twin dug in with glee. She released her second pokemon, Ratter the Rattata, and let him eat a smaller portion of the same Pokechow. He stuffed most of it in his cheeks, then carefully ate one piece at a time. Phoebe finally moved to serve herself a Pidgey meat and egg omelet, something that all Pokecenters seemed to serve exactly the same: crappy meat, great eggs, very filling.
Phoebe looked around the dining room. No one else was here, which was odd. Sure, some of the kids in the group hating mornings too, but they agreed to train early today. Phoebe wanted to fight some of the other kids in preparation for her upcoming gym battle against the Cerulean Gym. Ratter needed some more leveling, and Twin could aim better with his Confusion attack. Phoebe had been on the receiving end of that attack, and she did not want that to happen anytime soon.
Johnny was not a morning person. He woke at around 10am each morning, and he would have slept more if he didn't sleep with his mouth open and dehydrate severely. That was normal for him, however. Gulping down a glass of water he left on his bedside table for this reason, he pulled on some pants and sluggishly marched downstairs.
Johnny liked routine. He had a system for everything, including mornings. Get up, put pants on, go downstairs. Now was time to release Ekans and let him warm up for todays training session, and on every fourth day, feed him. Today was that day, so Johnny walked to the dining area to find the small refrigerator for just this occasion. Phoebe was already up, sipping coffee and eating an omelet. They shared a silent greeting, and her weird Girafarig's tail-head barked at him. That pokemon barked at everybody. Johnny did not like that pokemon. Girafarig's were creepy already, with the grinning tail-head, but Phoebe somehow found a creepier one.
Ignoring the barking, John reached into the fridge and grabbed a frozen Rattata package. He paid the fee--four marks, the same price as one bag of the regular kibble--and gave it to Ekans. He released his Nidoran, and she ate the more common omnivorous Pokechow. Then Johnny finally sat down with his own breakfast and stared at the muted TV that played the news. Nothing interesting.
((I just realized this post is the most boring thing I have ever written.))
