Post by IAN THOMAS on Apr 11, 2010 18:07:39 GMT -5
“Hey, can you carry this a second, Persian?”
“Persian,” the feline pokémon meowed, taking the ticket Ian held out and gripping it in its teeth carefully. Ian took a moment to rummage through his backpack. After running from his motel to meet the train, he was dying of thirst and could not find his water. There was a brush, a map, some paper…there! He grabbed the water bottle and all but drowned himself in it. “Per!” Persian scoffed as some of it dribble down his master’s chin.
“Stop being a drama king; it’s just water!” All the same, the cream-furred cat waited until the water was put away before pawing at Ian and reminding him to take the ticket.
One he had it, Ian fingered the piece of paper almost nervously. It was getting off the train into Goldenrod that he’d seen her that time, and Ian would give his everything never to run into his sister again. But what other way was there to get to Johto quickly? He certainly had no business in kanto now that her visit was complete.
“Ticket?” A man questioned Ian, watched the Persian carefully. Likely as not he’d been scratched by one of the temperamental pokémon before and wasn’t keen to repeat the pain. Ian showed it to him and allowed him to make the necessary mark on the slip before handing it back. “Have a safe trip.”
“Thanks!” With his contest-winning pokémon at his side and his fingers mentally crossed, Ian boarded the train
“Persian,” the feline pokémon meowed, taking the ticket Ian held out and gripping it in its teeth carefully. Ian took a moment to rummage through his backpack. After running from his motel to meet the train, he was dying of thirst and could not find his water. There was a brush, a map, some paper…there! He grabbed the water bottle and all but drowned himself in it. “Per!” Persian scoffed as some of it dribble down his master’s chin.
“Stop being a drama king; it’s just water!” All the same, the cream-furred cat waited until the water was put away before pawing at Ian and reminding him to take the ticket.
One he had it, Ian fingered the piece of paper almost nervously. It was getting off the train into Goldenrod that he’d seen her that time, and Ian would give his everything never to run into his sister again. But what other way was there to get to Johto quickly? He certainly had no business in kanto now that her visit was complete.
“Ticket?” A man questioned Ian, watched the Persian carefully. Likely as not he’d been scratched by one of the temperamental pokémon before and wasn’t keen to repeat the pain. Ian showed it to him and allowed him to make the necessary mark on the slip before handing it back. “Have a safe trip.”
“Thanks!” With his contest-winning pokémon at his side and his fingers mentally crossed, Ian boarded the train
