Time for a new beginning...

[Scuro]

Finally accepting his past, Kevin Scuro decided to go to the town lab of Tarro Town to recieve his first pokemon. He did not know what to expect besides recieving a pokemon that he thought would be able to understand him. Scuro was waiting at the door of the pokemon lab. He did not just want to open the door and enter but at the same time he was hesistant to open the door. Thinking to himself, the door opened. Yet, without hesistation he quickly went inside.

[Cricket]

Martin was sitting at the lab desk, wide awake despite having the graveyard shift. It was much too creepy working in Tarro Lab to let your guard down. And to think he had once worked in Sandwind. Sandwind! Where the sun shone bright in the sky for most of the day, and even the nights were a decent temperature. He still regretted switching labs, even if it did mean a raise. There was no raise high enough to deal with the creeps in this city.

Speaking of creeps, he got up abruptly as the door swung open. He was used to timid trainers knocking first, and the unexpected entrance caught him off guard. He stood a ways away from the door, arms crossed tightly with insecurity as he eyed the guy with an expression full of suspicion.

Of course, the guy looked shady as hell. He was dressed in a cloak and had a good seven inches on him at least. He crossed his arms tighter, as if for protection, before stepping from the doorway and quietly gesturing with a tilt of his body that Kevin was allowed in. Not that he wasn’t already in. There should seriously be a rule to what time people could just walk on it, or else someone was bound to have a heart attack.

“Here for your first pokemon?” He asked as if he wasn’t completely expecting to be mugged, murdered, or cursed at some point in the encounter, “You know how it works right… You pick a type…” He trailed off, uncomfortable. Talking to people wasn’t his forte, so he genuinely hoped the stranger knew what he was doing.

[Scuro]

Staring intently at the man in charge at these hours, Kevin considered the question at hand. Type? That was an easy question, Kevin answered quietly, "Ghost." He had previously throughout his wandering had seen plenty of pokemon, many of which were of ghoulish nature since he spent his nights in the dark.

[Cricket]

Ghost. How typical. He wondered when someone would come into the lab asking for Grass, or Normal. One of the sweet types that wasn’t so scary. But no… it was always Dark, Ghost, and the occasional mix of Psychic.

At least the other didn’t seem too wordy. He also didn’t seem keen on killing him, so that was a plus too. Without acknowledging the request, he side stepped towards the machine that was settled behind his chair. He hoped the paranoid way he moved wasn’t blatantly obvious, but he made it a point not to turn his back on anyone that came in during this time of night. When he was next to the machine, he glanced away for only a moment to push a button, faded with overuse, that would give the Pokemon requested.

Four Pokeballs immediately dropped down, and as he watched them he wondered what they would contain. Not like it did any good to wonder, since he would be seeing them in a matter of moments. Snatching them all up one by one, he took a few steps back with them in his arms.

One at a time, he released the Pokemon, watching as the red lights pulled away to reveal them. The first was a Misdreavus, who did nothing but float and stare at him as if silently wondering why he had released her in the first place. The second Pokemon to emerge was a Gastly, who seemed to find turning himself upside down and dangling a tongue that surely couldn't fit back in his mouth an acceptable past time. Martin rolled his eyes at the creature, glad to see the Drifloon appear out of the third ball. At least the balloon pokemon, who excitedly explored the room from the get go, wasn't as weird as the rest.

He raised the last Pokeball, silently wondering if he would get to see what it contained.

[Scuro]

Paying close attention, Scuro could tell that the man helping him felt uncomfortable while retrieving the pokemon he would choose from. Nevertheless, the first pokemon to come out was a Misdreavus. It glanced at him once or twice and seemed careless if Scuro was to choose it. Next was a Gastly, what a peculiar pokemon seeing as it kept staring at him intently rotating his head in midair. Kevin Scuro had taken a liking to this strange pokemon but he didn't what to rush to conclusions so went on to the next. Drifloon was the last pokemon he opened and took notice to its happy and somewhat annoying lifestyle. Just floating from corner to corner seemed to bug him. As Scuro stared at the last pokeball, he realized the Gastly was still there just staring. Those ghoulish eyes had pierced his and Scuro felt a strange connection that almost seemed fiendish and apparition-like. He ultimately after a couple of minutes decided that he would choose the Gastly as his starter pokemon. He said to the man quietly, "I will take the Gastly."

[Cricket]

Why? He couldn't help but think, watching the eager Drifloon as she returned, clearly aware that she would be returned at this point. "Very well." He sighed, returning both of the other Ghost-types. On his way to put them in the machine, he grabbed one of the few starter bags leaning against the wall. Shouldering it, he returned the other Pokeballs, and returned to the man, his guard down for the first time since he arrived. He was too tired to be paranoid, at this point. "Here's your bag, there's your Pokemon." He held out both the pack, and the empty Pokeball.

Starter Bag;
Pokeballs x5
Potion x4
Oran Berries x4
SuperPotion x1
Town Map
Pokedex

"The bag has all your essentials. You're good to go now." He offered something resembling a smile, but it was a half-backed attempt, so it resembled something like a tired grimace.


Name: You choose
Gender: Male
Level: 5
Moves: Hypnosis, Lick, Spite
Ability: Levitate - Full immunity to ground-type moves
Personality: Crazy, to say the least. He has a dark sense of humor and loves to play pranks on anyone he comes in contact with. When he can't come up with a clever prank, he'll settle for being just outright creepy.

[Scuro]

Having received his first pokemon, Scuro couldn't of have felt happier although he was never one to show his true emotions to others. Nevertheless, he thought hard but quickly about what to name his Gastly. Thinking back to when he was a child, he recalled rummaging through boxes in the garage which his parents told him never to open. This garage was spooky to say the least since there were noises he heard late night coming from the inside. When he summoned up the courage to venture within those four steel walls and a wooden roof, he stood at the very centered confused. There was nothing more than dusty old boxes and cobwebs which seemed only only to fill the room a vague air of forgetfulness. He could help but feel that he was tricked but why. Despite feeling tricked, where he found a book full of fables, myths and legends and out of the this book, one myth, he recalled, was of an Italian assassin known as Ezio Auditore. This assassin was silent, agile and shady since his clothes at the time were conspicuous. This, Scuro thought, would be the perfectly name for his Gastly.

He looked at the man and he said, "Thanks for all your help" in the same tone of voice he had from the beginning. When the man turned to his desk and looked back quickly, Scuro was gone. The door behind Scuro closed just as it opened, without any push or pull of a person. Scuro thought to himself for a moment, then he released Ezio. Scuro felt that this was right, why should he get to be free while his pokemon was stuck in a pokeball. Ezio seemed glad to be out and saw Scuro was staring at him this time. Quickly Scuro started to run, surely enough Ghastly was one step ahead of him. Silent was Tarro Town, here marked the start of Scuro's new beginning.