Tick tick tick...
The clocked ticked on for minutes in the Pokémon league registration center. The poor security guards on duty that day were shivering in their boots as they anticipated the mass crowd of people arriving shortly. The magnet train pulled up to the station and one guard attempted to flee, but was held back by two others. It was impossible to tell the doors had even opened, as all light in the train was blocked by a wave of trainers and Pokémon. As everyone bolted out, one trainer suspiciously walked behind the others as they all ran to the registration booth. "Come ere wheezing," the young teenager, about 16 whispered to his Pokémon as he crept around the front of the building. He had long black hair that draped over his face, tons of freckles, and a nice, purple collard shirt that completely contradicted his hair and face. "Use poison sting," he told his wheezing as he pointed at a man with 8 badges in hand. Pew! A singular needle hit the target directly. The man slumped over, unconscious, but no one even noticed as he got right back up almost immediately afterwards. Once he came to the conclusion that he simply tripped for a second, he checked his hands and pockets but there were no badges to be found. "Nice one," was all the boy said as he and his wheezing snickered, badges transferred into his convenient front pocket. "Badges and trainer card please," the young man at the front desk said. The boy slapped his badges onto the table along with his card and left. "I'm gonna crush this tournament or my names not Ray," the boy said to himself as he walked into the lounge room with the other trainers.
The clocked ticked on for minutes in the Pokémon league registration center. The poor security guards on duty that day were shivering in their boots as they anticipated the mass crowd of people arriving shortly. The magnet train pulled up to the station and one guard attempted to flee, but was held back by two others. It was impossible to tell the doors had even opened, as all light in the train was blocked by a wave of trainers and Pokémon. As everyone bolted out, one trainer suspiciously walked behind the others as they all ran to the registration booth. "Come ere wheezing," the young teenager, about 16 whispered to his Pokémon as he crept around the front of the building. He had long black hair that draped over his face, tons of freckles, and a nice, purple collard shirt that completely contradicted his hair and face. "Use poison sting," he told his wheezing as he pointed at a man with 8 badges in hand. Pew! A singular needle hit the target directly. The man slumped over, unconscious, but no one even noticed as he got right back up almost immediately afterwards. Once he came to the conclusion that he simply tripped for a second, he checked his hands and pockets but there were no badges to be found. "Nice one," was all the boy said as he and his wheezing snickered, badges transferred into his convenient front pocket. "Badges and trainer card please," the young man at the front desk said. The boy slapped his badges onto the table along with his card and left. "I'm gonna crush this tournament or my names not Ray," the boy said to himself as he walked into the lounge room with the other trainers.