West opened a single eye to find a girl his age staring back at him. He groaned slightly to himself and let out an audible sigh. So much for being alone out here, turns out he had neighbors.
"Its rude to wake someone up like that." He spoke through gritted teeth, hoisting himself to his feet. As he blinked, readjusting himself to the daylight, he was met with the sight of the farm. Everything was easy when he was sleeping and now this person had ripped him from his pleasant dreams and reminded him off the mess his mother had tossed him into. To say that West was now in a bad mood was the understatement of a century. He hoisted his bags back onto his shoulder, gave the girl one last poisonous glare and growled,
"This is private property. I live here. Please leave." And, with that, he began to trundle down the hill towards the farmhouse.

He didn't turn to look at the girl, merely hoping that she had gotten the message that West didn't want any form of welcoming committee and had turn tail and left. All he wanted was an hour or so for him to rest, then he could properly assess this... well, he wasn't sure he could really call it a farm. There was work to be done and if he wanted to be able to eat in the coming months he would really need to get a move on and work, the prospect of which merely served to further sour his mood. He booted open the door of the main farmhouse and was greeted by a singular rattata dashing between his legs and off into the surrounding jungle of weeds. West groaned once more and stepped inside.

Despite its rather abysmal exterior, inside the farmhouse was probably the nicest thing about the entire farm. Yes, it was filthy and blanketed in dust and spider webs, but at least all of the furniture seemed to be solid and rather comfortable. There were only a couple of rooms, a large master bedroom, a dining/living area, a bathroom and a very basic kitchen. Of course, West didn't expect anything more, in fact given the situation he had found himself in, he expected a lot less. He set his bags down on the table and swept the dust off the largest, most comfortable looking chair, taking a seat and taking in his surroundings.

He could still hear the life of the farmyard, the wild pokemon in the tangled weeds outside chirped and rustled, but it was calmer in here and he could almost picture it as a home. There was something about this rustic life that appealed to West, the simplicity of it all coupled with the lack of other people made him smile. Providing that girl who lived near-by didn't bother him too much, he could simply put on his happy face and get on with things. He had brought reading materials, enough so that he could learn the basics, and after that everything should be easy enough to figure out. Once again, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not quite falling asleep this time but trying to shift focus away from what the farm was, and onto what it could be. This was a fresh start for him, everything would be okay.