[center][h3][color=#A9A9A9][b]~Lucile Geroux, Pokemon Sanctuary~[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

It was a rather lovely morning, really. A [i]fun[/i] morning. The girl known as Lucile Geroux, stood quietly towards the back of the room as the professor gave her address to the crowd, only half listening to it. She was here for one thing and one thing only, and listening to the droning of some old professor wasn't it. Wasn't like anything important was being said anyways. Blah blah boring technobabble blah blah. Really, if that's all she was talking about she had no reason to be here. So the white jacketed girl waited for the doors to the sanctuary to open, and when they did she was one of the first ones inside.

She seemed thoroughly unimpressed with the Sanctuary, despite how beautiful or grand it seemed to the other trainers. Lucy simply shoved past the crowds and people, and made an effort to be as alone as possible for the moment. She had no desire to be caught around in a large crowd. Multiple reasons, but it was mostly because it would have been easier to find the pokemon she wanted if she was alone. What pokemon was that? Well, unlike other trainers who might have wanted something like some silly looking larvitar or other strong pokemon, she wanted something with a bit more...elegance.

A Purrloin.

Admittedly, she also wanted one because its fur was just so, so, exquisitely soft and she wanted to cuddle it so much, but details, details. Eventually the girl managed to get far enough away from everyone else that she was comfortable that she could begin her search for the cat pokemon in earnest. Didn't want another trainer to ruin her chances at getting what she wanted, either. Though she supposed she could always run them off easily enough. The thought made her smile a little. Now, where could she find a Purrloin?

With her goal in mind, she set off deeper into the sanctuary, intending on finding one.

[h3][center][color=8882be][b]~Lynnette Crawford, Pokemon Sanctuary~[/b][/color][/center][/h3]

The quiet tune being sung by the brown haired girl in the back went almost unheard by everyone else. Unlike most of the friendly trainers here who were busy conversing or otherwise finding their pokemon, there was one trainer who was doing neither. She was dressed in a fancy black dress, with black stockings. Her skin was almost a ghostly shade of white, with light brown hair and amber colored eyes. On the side of her head...was resting an odd looking golden mask. The mask of which, bared an uncanny, almost eerie resemblance to the girls own. The smile on her face was the only difference. It was the type of condescending smirk that simply said 'you, are an idiot, do not speak to me', which meant it was no small wonder that most people had avoided the girl up until now.

As soon as the sanctuary opened, most people moved past her, almost like they didn't see her at all. No surprise there really, she didn't make an effort to get seen or cause a fuss at the moment. She had one thing she wanted to do right now, and that was get inside the sanctuary and capture her dearest little Khata. After all, they had been planning this little game for awhile now, and it would be a shame to miss it. They might not get another chance to officially become a pokemon trainer, since her parents at home adamantly refused her access to a trainer licenses and trainer card, so she had to come here to some foreign region to even be able to do that.

Speaking of Khata, the mask on her head shifted to the other side of her head by itself, in quite the creepy fashion. The poor dear was getting just a little bit restless.

[color=8882be]"Tsk, now Khata. Calm yourself. We're almost there, just a few more steps and we'll be ready."[/color] She spoke to seemingly no one. [color=8882be]"Hmm...you're right. So many funny little trainers here. All so...delicious looking, aren't they? I wonder how many are going to have their dreams crushed?"[/color] She hummed to herself, as she took her first step into the sanctuary. She seemingly waited a moment for a reply...before giggling to herself.

[color=8882be]"Oh my, Khata. feeling quite mischievous today, aren't we? I Like it."[/color] Giggling to herself once again, she pulled a pokeball out of her pocket as the golden mask on her head flew off like some sort of possessed object. Its golden face slowly turned to face the human...before two black arms formed, red eyes staring at the human with an almost gleeful expression of its own. In an instant, Lynnette tossed the pokeball at her companion, capturing it almost within seconds before promptly releasing it once again, the Yamask taking up its position on her head once again.

Now...before she went and registered, she might as well go say hi to her fellow trainers, no? Humming a quiet but somewhat eerie tune to herself, she set off deeper into the sanctuary. Maybe she could find someone fun to play with...

[color=8882be][i]Ever on and on I continue circling, With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony, Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing...[/i][/color]