Yes, I capitalize the names of Pokemon species. Black and White do it, so I can too, just like all the websites (Serebii, Bulbapedia, ect). Deal.
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Jamie has an… interesting way of catching Pokémon sometimes.
(-o-) Conquest 1: Hanger-on (-o-)
The desert east of Mt. Chimney was windy. The cloak Jamie wore kept out most of the sand and the goggles shielded his eyes, but his cheeks were likely going to feel raw for days, even with the hood.
And then suddenly the hood wasn't there anymore. Jamie paused, one foot not yet on the ground ahead of him. There was an extra weight on the shoulders that was not his pack. Actually, it seemed to be tugging—or rather hanging—onto his cloak. He looked behind him and glared.
The Trapinch stared up at him with its starry eyes. Jamie felt his mouth curl into a small snarl. "Let go." He shook his cloak. The Trapinch jiggled around unaffected. If anything it might have clenched its jaws harder around the end of Jamie's cloak.
"Let go," he said again, staring it down. "I don't have time for you." The Pokémon didn't move. "Fine then." Jamie turned back around and started to storm away, dragging the Trapinch with him all the while.
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Fallarbor's Nurse Joy smiled at the glowering trainer in front of her. It came off a little false because, like all the nurses, they had been trained since birth to smile in a way that was supposed to come off as reassuring. That small edge of falsity didn't help Jamie's mood.
"Can I help you?"
He took his three Pokéballs off his belt in an obviously practiced motion. "I'm here to get my Pokémon seen to."
Nurse Joy took the tray he had placed them into then paused. "Is that one yours also?" she said whilst staring at his cloak.
"No." He turned around abruptly, hands clenching, and marched out the door to throw his cloak and its occupant into a bush.
The next morning he stalked out of the PokéCenter with a Trapinch dangling from one of his backpack straps.
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