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Post by Joey White on Jun 7, 2020 0:41:34 GMT
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 had the capacity to change. 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. It was a given, but he'd welcome it- it's what he knew best, personally, and found himself dreading the idea that something deadly would be placed upon him. 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. Footsteps brought him to the counter. A hand raised in greeting, and he started out with a quick "Hey." And, suddenly, he sincerely hoped he had the right place. Just keep going, his mind interjected, fueling his words before he tripped on the brief hesitation. "My name's Joey White, I called in earlier. I should have an appointment?" His thumbs came together and tapped, eyebrows quirking in curiosity.
Joey, though, he knew he had the capacity to change. 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. It was a given, but he'd welcome it- it's what he knew best, personally, and found himself dreading the idea that something deadly would be placed upon him. 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. Footsteps brought him to the counter. A hand raised in greeting, and he started out with a quick "Hey." And, suddenly, he sincerely hoped he had the right place. Just keep going, his mind interjected, fueling his words before he tripped on the brief hesitation. "My name's Joey White, I called in earlier. I should have an appointment?" His thumbs came together and tapped, eyebrows quirking in curiosity.
standard starter
water type desired
water type desired
