Post by Jon on Jul 13, 2007 22:41:41 GMT -5
He was finally here.
The Pokémon League. It was chock-full of Trainers who collected all eight of their badges, and came to challenge what everyone knew of as the Diamond Conference.
If you were an elite Trainer, the Pokémon League was the place to be. It was like the New York City for people who had 8 badges. There were shops, malls, food courts, rivers, lakes, parks, and what brought Trainers towards this haven; the Coliseum. Better known as the Indigo Plateau, the Coliseum served the annual Pokémon League Championships, which determined who the greatest Pokémon Trainer in Sinnoh was. Past
winners were Lance of Kanto, Clair of Johto, and Ash Ketchum from Kanto - names that almost everyone knew. Every Trainer dreamed to follow in their footsteps and become just like them.
Except Fure.
Fure was a well-known Pokémon Trainer. People all around the Sinnoh region heard talk about a determined Trainer going across the region and dominating both Team Galaxy, and the gyms scattered in different cities. He was tough, that was for sure, but his face nobody knew. To people out in the bustling citylife, he was just another person who wanted to get somewhere. His dream was to become a Pokémon master, yes, but he did not idolize the three masters before him. He actually thought of them as his sworn enemy, as if they were the only ones who were keeping him from fame and glory.
Fure, seventeen years of age, stood about five feet and ten inches tall. He was quite a tall person. His weight was around 150-160, pretty good for his age. Dark brown hair fell loosely to his earlobes completley straightened. His bangs fluttered in front of his chocolate brown eyes. He wore a long sleeved fleece shirt that was black in color with gray blots splattered on it as if someone took a paint brush and dabbed his shirt with it. His shirt was tucked with a black belt with a golden buckle, where five red and white Poké Balls were attached. The belt held up a pair of tattered, faded jeans that were ripped at the knees and around the leg bottoms. Black Vans covered his feet snugly.
He was walking the streets of the Pokémon League, making his way through the throng of people near Furrett's Foods & so he could get himself a drink and some lunch. A Vaporeon, his prized Pokémon and best friend, walked closely at her Trainer's side, her mermaid tail wrapped around his leg so she wouldn't get seperated from him.
Wow, are there really these many Trainers that have all eight badges? He asked himself,
dragging his feet along the cobblestone ground. I feel inferior.
[/size]The Pokémon League. It was chock-full of Trainers who collected all eight of their badges, and came to challenge what everyone knew of as the Diamond Conference.
If you were an elite Trainer, the Pokémon League was the place to be. It was like the New York City for people who had 8 badges. There were shops, malls, food courts, rivers, lakes, parks, and what brought Trainers towards this haven; the Coliseum. Better known as the Indigo Plateau, the Coliseum served the annual Pokémon League Championships, which determined who the greatest Pokémon Trainer in Sinnoh was. Past
winners were Lance of Kanto, Clair of Johto, and Ash Ketchum from Kanto - names that almost everyone knew. Every Trainer dreamed to follow in their footsteps and become just like them.
Except Fure.
Fure was a well-known Pokémon Trainer. People all around the Sinnoh region heard talk about a determined Trainer going across the region and dominating both Team Galaxy, and the gyms scattered in different cities. He was tough, that was for sure, but his face nobody knew. To people out in the bustling citylife, he was just another person who wanted to get somewhere. His dream was to become a Pokémon master, yes, but he did not idolize the three masters before him. He actually thought of them as his sworn enemy, as if they were the only ones who were keeping him from fame and glory.
Fure, seventeen years of age, stood about five feet and ten inches tall. He was quite a tall person. His weight was around 150-160, pretty good for his age. Dark brown hair fell loosely to his earlobes completley straightened. His bangs fluttered in front of his chocolate brown eyes. He wore a long sleeved fleece shirt that was black in color with gray blots splattered on it as if someone took a paint brush and dabbed his shirt with it. His shirt was tucked with a black belt with a golden buckle, where five red and white Poké Balls were attached. The belt held up a pair of tattered, faded jeans that were ripped at the knees and around the leg bottoms. Black Vans covered his feet snugly.
He was walking the streets of the Pokémon League, making his way through the throng of people near Furrett's Foods & so he could get himself a drink and some lunch. A Vaporeon, his prized Pokémon and best friend, walked closely at her Trainer's side, her mermaid tail wrapped around his leg so she wouldn't get seperated from him.
Wow, are there really these many Trainers that have all eight badges? He asked himself,
dragging his feet along the cobblestone ground. I feel inferior.
