A young girl yawns getting up. Her Brown short hair looks really messy and scares her awake as she looks at the mirror. She sighs though and her head feels like it just went Ding. "Todays the day!!" She yells jumping out of bed. She gets dressed in sleeveless brown and black striped shirt. Going all over her upper body except her arms. Wearing a black collar it shows what kind of pokemon she wants as well. With fire going around it. She giggles brushing hair and putting on Pants. Jeans that slightly go over her feet. A few ripped places meant to look like that on purpose. She packs the few items she wants and needs carrying a large backpack. "Bye mom Love you!" She yells running out to Professor Blacks front porch. She is really early. The sun just coming up and the Dodrio singing its song. She sits at the fence waiting for the other people or Professor Black to come out.

Staring at her petite frame in the mirror, Riley ran her comb over her coppery red hair one more time before she was satisfied that it wasn't sticking up everywhere. Her attire only served to point out how small and young she appeared to be, a yellow t-shirt with ruffles on the sleeves and blue jeans that ended at her shin that were bedazzled. The blue bow in her hair didn't really help matters either. She had learned not to care however. It didn't really matter to her what other people thought any longer. But she still felt rather anxious. It was the day that she was going to get her first Pokemon after all. Nodding to herself after taking a deep breath, she called out, "I'm leaving mom!" And with that she left, gently fingering the mark next to her eye; a sign of her heritage.

Around twenty minutes later, Riley saw the familiar building of Professor Black; the large white building was, after all, rather hard to miss. She was a bit surprised to see a figure on the porch though. Figuring that it was simply another new trainer or a lab technician, she pushed on, pulling the straps of her Togepi backpack as she walked. After another several minutes, Riley stepped through the gate and made her way to the porch, waving at the new trainer with a nervous smile plastered to her face. "H-Hey, how are you?" she asked, fidgeting as she stood waiting.


Running a hand through his golden hair, Miles stepped onto the property of Professor Black. He had woken up a tad late, so had had to jog for quite a while to be sure that he would make it to the lab on time. His mother had wished him good luck and practically shooed him out the door. And yes, he was on time for once. It was too important not to be. He could already see two girls on the porch, which was definitely a good sign. Whistling to himself slightly, his hands in the pockets of his light, green hoodie, he approached the steps with obvious confidence. He had to admit that he was a little puzzled by the smaller girl. She couldn't have been old enough to set out, could she? She was like, seven or eight. He didn't say anything however. Instead, he just nodded to the older girl while they waited for the Professor. So far, everything was going pretty smoothly.