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[right]New Bark Town ----> Route 29, Morning[/right][hr]

Crikey, there were [i]way[/i] more winners that she would've thought. Ginger expected, like, one more after her or somethin', not THREE! 'F course, there was the original lad who was here before her, but she hadn't paid him much mind. That was, until she caught him lookin' her down, which he broke in a hurry. A smug look crossed her face. Sure, Ginger didn't feel like being bothered right now, but it wasn't like she tried to look this way to [i]not[/i] stand out. Plus...He was cute enough. The adorable little pup that was his helped as well; while she wouldn't dare let it show on her face, she couldn't help but think how cute it looked darting to and fro as it introduced itself to the other Pokémon who were out and about. It also made her thankful she'd kept Chili Pepper in her ball; she somehow doubted they would make the best first impression...

The next one up was a lass (the [i]only[/i] other gal amongst them, she noted with some disdain), who clearly hadn't prepared herself to actually meet the Champion face-to-face, judging by that complete Darumaka-shite introduction. Didn't even give a name. Talk about improper. Ginger's eyes turned to size up the diminutive Pokémon she had on her shoulder. A Ralts, eh? Rare one for sure, and Hoennian in origin, if she was remembering right. Still...That sentiment didn't seem right for the girl herself. Something about that crap she was wearing marked her off as odd (like she was one to talk though); like something a schoolgirl would be wearing. What, did she think they were all gonna go off to Trainer School with all the pre-K goblins to learn that Fire beats Grass? She snorted to herself while her attention flickered to another newcomer. 

Wow, now that? [i]That[/i] was awkward. She'd have to give the lass more credit; she at least said [i]something.[/i] Was this bloke even apart of the winners circle? Maybe not. Least it'd be one less face Ginger would have to remember, if that were the case. Then that left...Oh sweet Arceus, that tyke was leaking nervous energy. Still, she'd give him the point for tryin', unlike the secondary brooding benchwarmer. It was obvious though that even if he was meant to be here, he was absolutely unprepared for it. Suddenly, given her 'competition', Ginger was feeling a lot better about herself...And in turn, a whole lot worse about this journey at large. Of course, she'd have been remiss to ignore the new pup who was now prancing around the group, quick to get cozy with both its fellow dog Pokémon, as well as....The Champ. Yikes. 

...Still, Ginger was definitely jealous. Rockruff was such a cute Pokémon, but she'd never been able to find one back home. Even if she had, it probably wouldn't have liked her all that much...While her face didn't change, the more perceptive of the bunch could tell that Ginger's eyes gained a venomous edge. Speaking of that pup, the Champ soon spoke up about its carefree attitude, and...Ginger would have to agree. Sure, he seemed like a lovely little guy, but she also knew that Rockruff were prone to getting, well, rough at times, even ones that are normally well-mannered. Not to mention that, in general, letting your Pokémon just wander about is an easy way to get into trouble...She'd know. 

Ginger continued to listen as the Champion spoke, telling them of their plan to cut through Route 29 and make a stop on 46 partway through to give 'em some breathing room....Seriously? If the plan was to just walk the bloody Hell back through the route, then why even make them all meet at the [i]start[/i] of it?! This all coulda just happened at Cherrygrove! While she didn't hide a grumble of discontent, she wasn't ready to step into the verbal ring with the Champion. That is, until something else he said rubbed her the wrong way. 

...Nothing worth catching? What was [i]that[/i] supposed to mean? Sure, Ginger'd be the first to say that all the little rodents and birds that mainly populated the Route weren't exactly impressive (though at the very least it was more diverse than the region had been in the past; migration patterns or the like, she hadn't paid too much attention to that crap back in school), but to say they weren't even worth their notice, effectively, was...Cruel. 

[color=c4df9b]"Yeah, I got a question."[/color] Marching forward from the sidelines of the gathered lot, Ginger took center stage, not hiding the disdain in her glare. [color=c4df9b]"Th' shite didja mean when you said there ain't nothin' 'worth catching'? What, they not strong enough for your tastes, oh mighty Champion?"[/color] Was she doing the equivalent of pouring gasoline on a flame that would've died off in seconds otherwise? Yes. But she didn't care; what he said had pissed her off, and she wouldn't take it sitting down. [hr]
[right][b]Interacting With/Mentioning:[/b] Everyone (primarily Isaac)[/right]