As the sun sprawled out into an early morning yawn, Saffron city was bathed in what could only be described as flowing gold. The many occupants of the soon to be bustling city were just now stirring into motion. Mountains to the East painted the sky in hues that were reminiscent of a slow burning flame; waltzing across the city skyline as if to turn the entire city to ash.
Home to the transregional magnet train the city easily lays claim to Kanto's capitol of commerce. With two gyms sharing the territory it's no wonder the city garnered such a healthy economy. Sharing a balance of trainers and merchants, it has certainly become a cultural melting pot.
Slowly but surely the city began to wake; as if the people were cogs of a well oiled machine, people and pokemon spilled out into the streets rushing to and fro. The last of these buildings to be illuminated was the Ketchum Charity Orphanage(fully funded by Kanto's very own celebrity trainer Ash Ketchum) in the South end. A certain excitement could be found inside the walls of this particular building that early morning.
Outside the double doors stood a young man whose face was shadowed by an all too familiar pokemon league cap. "Ten years Pikachu, can you believe we built this place ten years ago?".
Meanwhile on the top level a young boy by the name of Jude was getting dressed with all the haste he could muster. Three quick, albeit irritated knocks rang into his room followed by a rushed female voice, "Jude! Hurry up! Ash is here and we're going to miss him if you don't get a move on!". "I'm coming Sam, just hold on a seco-" buttoning his shirt while stumbling out the door Jude tripped over his fully packed suitcase near the door.
Giggling at her mess of a friend Sam helped Jude to his feet and pulled him down the hall toward the elevator. Jude was seventeen, dark haired and relatively lean. His hair lay lopped over to one end and shaved close up the sides. His brown eyes sat placid behind a pair of large black rimmed glasses. His features betrayed a deeper more pensive heart than his ear to ear grin suggested. Sam on the other hand was a well endowed girl eighteen years in age. Blue hair adorned her subtle features and gathered about her shoulders in a messy but attractive combination. Hey eyes mimicked a blue sky on a perfect day and matched her slight smile and overall demeanor flawlessly.
As Sam dragged Jude into the elevator her smile deepened into dimples on her pale skin, "Are you ready?" she asked. A smug grin was all she received in reply.
