Post by Joey White on Jun 5, 2020 22:29:31 GMT
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The last he heard of his family- at least, in voice- was ill-intentioned well wishes. Siblings, cousins, and parents alike held mixed feelings for him choice in striking out on his own, his adamancy to abandon the trade he knew, and Joey knew in his heart that if he returned soon they'd only confirm their suspicions of the genetic trade laced in their blood.
Joey, though, he knew he was different, too. He didn't have to fish. He didn't have to be a boring man until he died; he was gonna do something with his life, dammit. He just had to find it, first.
Most of his savings that he left for securing his future went to this appointment. He'd called in earlier, gotten this scheduled, and now all he had to do was step in. This is what he went over Route 1 for. This is what he left for.
Inhaling deeply, the man pushed in the door to the laboratory. He was prepared. The history of his water past probably ensured that he'd pick up one of the matching type, and he was prepared for it, but it's what he knew best to take care of after all. A choice would be given, right? Yeah- that's what he was told. Would this be worth it, though? Would the Pokemon like him, would he be a good trainer for them?
Only one way to find out. Just give the attendant your name and begin your journey, finally, Mister Joey White.
Joey, though, he knew he was different, too. He didn't have to fish. He didn't have to be a boring man until he died; he was gonna do something with his life, dammit. He just had to find it, first.
Most of his savings that he left for securing his future went to this appointment. He'd called in earlier, gotten this scheduled, and now all he had to do was step in. This is what he went over Route 1 for. This is what he left for.
Inhaling deeply, the man pushed in the door to the laboratory. He was prepared. The history of his water past probably ensured that he'd pick up one of the matching type, and he was prepared for it, but it's what he knew best to take care of after all. A choice would be given, right? Yeah- that's what he was told. Would this be worth it, though? Would the Pokemon like him, would he be a good trainer for them?
Only one way to find out. Just give the attendant your name and begin your journey, finally, Mister Joey White.
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The last he heard of his family- at least, in voice- was ill-intentioned well wishes. Siblings, cousins, and parents alike held mixed feelings for him choice in striking out on his own, his adamancy to abandon the trade he knew, and Joey knew in his heart that if he returned soon they'd only confirm their suspicions of the genetic trade laced in their blood.
Joey, though, he knew he was different, too. He didn't have to fish. He didn't have to be a boring man until he died; he was gonna do something with his life, dammit. He just had to find it, first.
Most of his savings that he left for securing his future went to this appointment. He'd called in earlier, gotten this scheduled, and now all he had to do was step in. This is what he went over Route 1 for. This is what he left for.
Inhaling deeply, the man pushed in the door to the laboratory. He was prepared. The history of his water past probably ensured that he'd pick up one of the matching type, and he was prepared for it, but it's what he knew best to take care of after all. A choice would be given, right? Yeah- that's what he was told. Would this be worth it, though? Would the Pokemon like him, would he be a good trainer for them?
Only one way to find out. Just give the attendant your name and begin your journey, finally, Mister Joey White.
Joey, though, he knew he was different, too. He didn't have to fish. He didn't have to be a boring man until he died; he was gonna do something with his life, dammit. He just had to find it, first.
Most of his savings that he left for securing his future went to this appointment. He'd called in earlier, gotten this scheduled, and now all he had to do was step in. This is what he went over Route 1 for. This is what he left for.
Inhaling deeply, the man pushed in the door to the laboratory. He was prepared. The history of his water past probably ensured that he'd pick up one of the matching type, and he was prepared for it, but it's what he knew best to take care of after all. A choice would be given, right? Yeah- that's what he was told. Would this be worth it, though? Would the Pokemon like him, would he be a good trainer for them?
Only one way to find out. Just give the attendant your name and begin your journey, finally, Mister Joey White.
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