Carry On
Chapter Two : Hello
"And then we can ALL go on this journey together. Isn't it great?" The girl smiles wide, her wild brown hair bobbing up and down at the slightest movement.
I can't help but smile back. This girl - Shauna, I think it was - has such a peppy personality, I'm not sure if I want to laugh or hit her on the head. Even her wardrobe is…unusual, to say the least; she is wearing a bright pink shirt with a bow tie pattern, skinny jean shorts with some sort of black tutu at the end, and her hair is tied in wide circlets around her head. There's always that one person, I suppose.
The boy to my left catches my eye, and he gives an understanding grin. He has a large black sachel around his shoulder, a red hat seating a pair of glasses, a blue sweater and jeans. Normal, I suppose, but then again I haven't been paying attention to the latest fashions. Realizing this, I blush at my simple black top and red skirt. Maybe I should go get some more rugged-type wear?
Too late. The girl reaches out and tugs at my arm impatiently, giggling all the while. "Anyways, Alice, this is Calem. Calem, Alice, Alice, Calem. Say hi, now!"
I nod at the boy, who reaches out to shake my hand. Deep inside, I sort of hope he hasn't noticed my name. "Nice to meet you, Alice, and welcome to Vaniville Town. I'm your neighbor." Well, there goes that. He glances to the next house over, where a small child is playing on the lawn. "My mom would normally throw our new neighbors a welcoming party, but she's on a trip at the moment. Research and all that, you know."
"Yeah," I respond, suddenly noticing that I'm still shaking his hand. "Oh, uh, nice to meet you, too." I pull back, embarrassed, and turn to Shauna. "I thought there were five of us."
She points at the empty chairs. "There are, silly, but the other two will be here in a bit. I can't wait to meet them, can you?"
To be honest, I'm a little out of it. Meeting these two people was nerve-wracking enough, but it was easier than I thought. Maybe it's because there seem to be no silent moments with this Shauna around. Even so, I hope the others aren't so hard to talk to. I'm not one for starting conversations.
I bite my lip nervously and peer around the area. It's nice enough here; the morning air was a bit chilly but this restaurant is surrounded with small heating lamps, which take the edge from the cold. There are a few tables around the small diner, all spotless and vacant. The whole town seems rather desolated, excluding the manager of the diner, who is busy wiping clean some wine glasses; us, obviously, huddled around a small table, clutching at mugs of hot chocolate; and then two others, running towards our table, one waving his hand eagerly.
"HEEEEY!" The taller one reaches us first, holding his hand out for high fives. His voice reverberates in the still air. "Nice to meet'cha! And you, and you! Ladies," he smiles at Shauna and me, "You can call me Tierno." Walking around to take a seat, he motions over his friend. "This is Trevor! He may look shy, act shy, and otherwise be shy, but he's actually a really cool kid!"
I smile at each, with an inward sigh of relief. They don't seem too bad, and apparently already know each other. Standing in stark contrast, the taller kid is heavier built, with a Vanillite-patterned shirt (yes, I did study the Unova region), a heavy yellow sachet, and a haircut that looks like a Mudkip frill. His friend, on the other hand, is lanky and rather short, with long orange hair and a collared vest. He gazes timidly at each of us from under his bangs.
"Nice to meet you both," I begin quickly, before Shauna bursts into an introduction. "This is Shauna, and this is Calem." I motion to each of my comrades in turn, smiling innocently as Shauna gives me a confused look.
"But what about you, Al-"
"You two are here to get your Pokemon as well, correct?" I interrupt.
Trevor nods. "A-actually, we already got ours. The reason we were late was because Professor Sycamore - that's the Pokemon professor of Kalos, by the way - had asked us to pick up the case with our equipment and everything. It's not usual for him to give this out so easily, but he's known Tierno and me for a long time and trusts us, and Professor Sycamore had a call to another town."
"That must be where my mother went, as well," Calem adds. "But that aside, do you have our Pokemon?" He seems fidgety, I notice; his hands are clenched together on his lap, and there is a serious glimmer in his eye.
Trevor reaches into his backpack, and Tierno leans over, picks up a metal box near his feet, and places it on the table. "Take your pick," he grins, and pops the lid open with a small click.
Inside lie three small Pokeballs.
And one decision.
/Hey everyone!
As I go along into the story, I might post longer chapters. As it is, I'm trying to sort everything out, and the best way to save everything (and how I can post more often) is to shorten what I have. Plus, I'm editing the next chapters to add in a few of you guys.
QotD: What starter would you pick, and why?
Cheers! Nookie