Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 6:02:31 GMT
Rays of sunlight drifted through the walls of Roxanne’s small tent, disrupting a rather pleasant dream. She was new to Pallet Town and as she didn’t have much money she had decided to camp just outside the town gate. Blinking she sat up and looked around. Squirtle sat staring out of the opening towards the gate. Soon they were supposed to meet Keith and his Bulbasaur for their first real battle in a long time. It looked like Squirtle hadn’t slept much and Roxanne wondered if he was thinking about his childhood friend Jigglypuff.
The death of her second pokemon had been difficult for Roxanne to accept but for Squirtle it had been far worse. He had been traumatized to the point that she was afraid to let him fight even now. However, she knew this was what Squirtle wanted. He needed to prove he had what it took to win this battle. Keith had been rude. He valued youth over experience and Roxanne was determined to make him eat his words. Her only fear was that Squirtle might not win despite his determination. Another loss after all this time would be devastating to the old pokemon. However, she trusted his judgement and his strength.
Squirtle turned to face his trainer, a solemn expression splattered across his pale blue face. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his wide mouth split into a comically large grin. He pointed towards Roxane, “Squirtle, Squirt!” he said as he fell backwards trying to contain his laughter. Roxanne reached up and tried to smooth out her wild orange hair which had been sticking up in all directions like wild fire as the pokemon rolled around on his shell. The trainer couldn’t help but laugh at herself too.
After getting dressed and fixing her horrendous case of bed head they broke down the camp and walked slowly towards the gate to wait for Keith. She looked down at her tiny companion, “You’ll do fine today I’m sure.” Squirtle looked up and nodded in agreement.