It was still early morning on the beach -- the sun had not yet broken the horizon. Daylight was creeping its way into the sky, but it was not yet bright enough to see very far through the mist from the waves. The tide was very slowly making its way in, and soon all the shells and other treasures washed up in the night would be lost beneath the foam.
Yet the beach was not empty. Wingull were already flying around, looking for a meal, and a few beachgoers who wanted to watch the sunrise took a moment to get comfortable on the sand. And yet there was one Trainer looking for a battle.
"I know you're here!" Isabelle cried, perhaps a bit too harshly for the early morning. She then laughed to herself. People must have thought she was crazy, when really, she was just looking for a battle. "So why don't we get this started?" Not sure where to look, she slowly turned in circles on the spot, while insisting to any passer-by that "really, I'm not crazy"
Continuing to talk to herself, hoping that Chibi would hear, anyway, Isabelle mumbled that she was hoping for a 3 vs. 3 battle, because by noon she had to be gone for lunch with her cousin. A breeze picked up and played with her shoulder-length blond hair. She brushed it out of her emerald colored eyes, and tried to calm herself. Impatient by nature, waiting for this battle was not easy for her. But it had to be done.
(OOC: I kind of suck at starting battle topics. But Eh. And if you don't want to use Chibi, let me know xD)
Yet the beach was not empty. Wingull were already flying around, looking for a meal, and a few beachgoers who wanted to watch the sunrise took a moment to get comfortable on the sand. And yet there was one Trainer looking for a battle.
"I know you're here!" Isabelle cried, perhaps a bit too harshly for the early morning. She then laughed to herself. People must have thought she was crazy, when really, she was just looking for a battle. "So why don't we get this started?" Not sure where to look, she slowly turned in circles on the spot, while insisting to any passer-by that "really, I'm not crazy"
Continuing to talk to herself, hoping that Chibi would hear, anyway, Isabelle mumbled that she was hoping for a 3 vs. 3 battle, because by noon she had to be gone for lunch with her cousin. A breeze picked up and played with her shoulder-length blond hair. She brushed it out of her emerald colored eyes, and tried to calm herself. Impatient by nature, waiting for this battle was not easy for her. But it had to be done.
(OOC: I kind of suck at starting battle topics. But Eh. And if you don't want to use Chibi, let me know xD)