It was a briskly cold morning in Anvil Town, as the industrial train station was full of hustling and bustling people. Civilians rushed back and forth, some boarding trains with some exiting. Out of the mildly large crowd that had seemed to gather, certain people were on their way to get their first pokemon and to take their first step into the extroardinary, and at times extravagant world of Pokemon. Barnabas laced his fingers together as he stepped off of the sleek, air conditioned train and onto the platform. He had of course arrived early. Professor Snowbell had summoned him, making sure he'd arrive before the new trainers. It must be because he knows I'm sooo important. Barnabas hummed as he carried his massive bag towards the exit leading from the train station and into the rustic town, where most people would start their journey.
The wavy-haired young lad made his way around the familiar sights and sounds of the town, and headed straight for the Professor's lab. The scent of fresh fruit and sweet confections tempted him to stray from his path, but the boy with honey-colored eyes continued on, while complimenting his own dedication. His trusty Charmeleon, Roxy, followed behind him, eyeing the berry and meat stands stands. Barnabas slipped through a damp, thin alleyway. If he remembered correctly, going this way would be a direct shortcut to the Professor's lab~! The light brunette grinned slightly to himself, as he stepped in front of the familiar, posh white building. It was the most modern looking building in the entire town. It was colored in bright whites and sleek silvers, and the doors automatically slid open.
"Good morning Prof-ess-or Snowbell~!" Barnabas dragged out the words on purpose, knowing how his cheerful attitude grated on the Professor's nerves. The white haired, caramel-skinned professor appeared, rounding a corner. He had a handsome, angular jawline with a curves nose, and sharp, frosty blue eyes. His expression was curled into a scowl, which matched the sleepless bags underneath his eyes. He was considerably young for a professor, only about in his early twenties. Supposedly, he was a prodigy. "Aah, you should sleep more. You'd look much better without those marring bags underneath your eyes."
"You're late." Professor Snowbell's words held noticeable venom in them. "And keep your nose out of my life. You youngins," The professor began sassily and condescendingly. "are too much of a shitty bunch to deal with..." Man, being stuck out here in the boonies is such a bore... The professor thought solemnly.
Barnabas's lips curled into a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, which narrowed. There would have been a retort, but the sliding doors opened to reveal...
[anyone can introduce their characters here. :) ]
The wavy-haired young lad made his way around the familiar sights and sounds of the town, and headed straight for the Professor's lab. The scent of fresh fruit and sweet confections tempted him to stray from his path, but the boy with honey-colored eyes continued on, while complimenting his own dedication. His trusty Charmeleon, Roxy, followed behind him, eyeing the berry and meat stands stands. Barnabas slipped through a damp, thin alleyway. If he remembered correctly, going this way would be a direct shortcut to the Professor's lab~! The light brunette grinned slightly to himself, as he stepped in front of the familiar, posh white building. It was the most modern looking building in the entire town. It was colored in bright whites and sleek silvers, and the doors automatically slid open.
"Good morning Prof-ess-or Snowbell~!" Barnabas dragged out the words on purpose, knowing how his cheerful attitude grated on the Professor's nerves. The white haired, caramel-skinned professor appeared, rounding a corner. He had a handsome, angular jawline with a curves nose, and sharp, frosty blue eyes. His expression was curled into a scowl, which matched the sleepless bags underneath his eyes. He was considerably young for a professor, only about in his early twenties. Supposedly, he was a prodigy. "Aah, you should sleep more. You'd look much better without those marring bags underneath your eyes."
"You're late." Professor Snowbell's words held noticeable venom in them. "And keep your nose out of my life. You youngins," The professor began sassily and condescendingly. "are too much of a shitty bunch to deal with..." Man, being stuck out here in the boonies is such a bore... The professor thought solemnly.
Barnabas's lips curled into a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, which narrowed. There would have been a retort, but the sliding doors opened to reveal...
[anyone can introduce their characters here. :) ]