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A dark figure stepped into the small structure between Hearthome City and Route 212. The small halogen light in the ceiling cast a gentle yellow light on open area, occupied only by a lone guard who looked like they were close to dosing off at their post. The figure trudged through, hunched over slightly with hands stuffed in the pockets of their black hoodie. The guard immediately felt something off. Maybe it was the way they walked, not really with the determined or excited gate of the trainers who usually passed through, but like a zombie, or someone sleep walking. They swayed slightly as they walked, head down, dragging their feet as they went. The next thing the guard noticed was that the individual didn't have any pokeballs that he could see, either hanging from a belt or off their small black backpack, and they didn't seem to have any pokemon following them or resting on their shoulders.
"Excuse me, can I see your pokemon?" He asked, leaning forward over the desk a bit. The figure didn't even seem to acknowledge him, just continued forward. "Hey! It's dangerous without Pokemon!" he raised his voice a bit more, but still the figure didn't pause. Maybe they really were sleep walking? It was concerning enough at least that he quickly came out from behind the desk, and placed a hand on their shoulder. That made the individual jump, ducking away from the touch and whirling around to face the threat.
The girl in the hoodie had wide, terrified brown eyes that were sunken into her round face. She looked vaguely familiar to the guard, but he couldn't place it. The initial shock of her reaction wore off, and he recomposed himself.
"Miss, are you a trainer? This route has become a bit overgrown, it's dangerous to go out there without Pokemon." To his surprise, tears began to well in her eyes.
"I-I need to-" she began to protest, but was interrupted by a tall figure from behind her, who had just stepped in to the shelter from the path.
"She's a new trainer who's suppose to meet up with the Professor." The girl turned to look up at a rather serious faced young man, who wore a simple black and yellow track suit. His slightly long blond hair and blue eyes were complete unfamiliar to her. By his side was a Murkrow, but there was something odd about it... "Hannah, right?" The sound of her name drew the Hannah's attention back to the man.
"Yes," she whispered, quickly attempting to compose herself.
"Wait, that's where I know you from! You're-" the guard began, but Hannah quickly turned back to him, with a finger over her mouth to shush him. "Oh, sorry," he apologized. Considering the stranger and the Pokemon, the guard seemed satified and returned to the desk to await his replacement.
"Sorry for the trouble. I'm Luke, I work with the Professor," he introduced himself simply, face never even breaking a smile. He seemed to be quietly sizing her up. "If you don't mind, I'm expecting a few others. I'd rather ferry you all over at once than one at a time." Hannah nodded quietly, finally bothering to look around the area.
A dark figure stepped into the small structure between Hearthome City and Route 212. The small halogen light in the ceiling cast a gentle yellow light on open area, occupied only by a lone guard who looked like they were close to dosing off at their post. The figure trudged through, hunched over slightly with hands stuffed in the pockets of their black hoodie. The guard immediately felt something off. Maybe it was the way they walked, not really with the determined or excited gate of the trainers who usually passed through, but like a zombie, or someone sleep walking. They swayed slightly as they walked, head down, dragging their feet as they went. The next thing the guard noticed was that the individual didn't have any pokeballs that he could see, either hanging from a belt or off their small black backpack, and they didn't seem to have any pokemon following them or resting on their shoulders.
"Excuse me, can I see your pokemon?" He asked, leaning forward over the desk a bit. The figure didn't even seem to acknowledge him, just continued forward. "Hey! It's dangerous without Pokemon!" he raised his voice a bit more, but still the figure didn't pause. Maybe they really were sleep walking? It was concerning enough at least that he quickly came out from behind the desk, and placed a hand on their shoulder. That made the individual jump, ducking away from the touch and whirling around to face the threat.
The girl in the hoodie had wide, terrified brown eyes that were sunken into her round face. She looked vaguely familiar to the guard, but he couldn't place it. The initial shock of her reaction wore off, and he recomposed himself.
"Miss, are you a trainer? This route has become a bit overgrown, it's dangerous to go out there without Pokemon." To his surprise, tears began to well in her eyes.
"I-I need to-" she began to protest, but was interrupted by a tall figure from behind her, who had just stepped in to the shelter from the path.
"She's a new trainer who's suppose to meet up with the Professor." The girl turned to look up at a rather serious faced young man, who wore a simple black and yellow track suit. His slightly long blond hair and blue eyes were complete unfamiliar to her. By his side was a Murkrow, but there was something odd about it... "Hannah, right?" The sound of her name drew the Hannah's attention back to the man.
"Yes," she whispered, quickly attempting to compose herself.
"Wait, that's where I know you from! You're-" the guard began, but Hannah quickly turned back to him, with a finger over her mouth to shush him. "Oh, sorry," he apologized. Considering the stranger and the Pokemon, the guard seemed satified and returned to the desk to await his replacement.
"Sorry for the trouble. I'm Luke, I work with the Professor," he introduced himself simply, face never even breaking a smile. He seemed to be quietly sizing her up. "If you don't mind, I'm expecting a few others. I'd rather ferry you all over at once than one at a time." Hannah nodded quietly, finally bothering to look around the area.