"Ugh..."

Devon groaned, slowly raising his face from the mass of quilt sheets and fabrics that covered his body in it's overwhelming embrace. Cloudy blue eyes glanced around drowsily from beneath messy locks of platinum blonde hair, before the smooth face underneath it smirked slightly in triumph. He remembered where he was - especially so, considering the overbearing smell of pine that was currently being released from the rectum of his room. He was in a homely brown, oak-wood hotel, complete with a double king-sized bed, a small TV, and a small bathroom. Devon glanced around once more, his blue eyes now half-lidded and alert. He remembered everything now that his brain was refreshed with the oxygen of life. He was at Pallet Inn, the biggest inn/tavern in Pallet Town. He had been dropped off by Staraptor a few days ago, and so far, everything was cool.

"Shit...I'm late." Devon kicked off the blankets that was covering his body, quickly sliding out of bed and falling, rather uncool-like, on his butt. With a snort he leaped onto his feet, throwing the rest of the blankets lazily on the bed. The teen glanced at his alarm clock. "Oh man...when was I supposed to be at the lab?" Now feeling a tad panicked, but keeping his 'cool' persona running, Devon ran towards his closet, kicking open the door and throwing on some regular clothes. A long-sleeved white and red shirt, slim dark red jeans, and black and red converse. His awesome black shades were thrown on next, and the boy glared into the mirror, giving his reflection a 'thumbs-up'. "Looking badass. Totally gonna spin some phat stacks when I get back on the road." Although his voice was it's usual calm, apathetic drawl, the slight smirk on his face gave way to his real emotions, seeing as his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. Devon grabbed his pre-packed backpack, filled with a small, compact disk of clothing identical to the ones he was wearing now, along with a few Poke-Balls, a few bottles of water, two lighters, a small sleeping bag, and some epic bags of Doritos. Devon grabbed the curved, sheathed knife - self defense, and he had a license for it. He sheathed it on his belt, before grabbing the Poke-Balls and magnetizing them to his belt as well. His bag now zipped, Devon gave his reflection another smirk before jogging out of the door.

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Devon leaned against a street post right outside of Oak's lab, his eyes glancing boredly down at his red Pokenav. He wasn't late - early, actually, and his freak out this morning wasn't even needed. At the sound of footsteps, the platinum-haired teen glanced up casually, his eyes hidden behind his pitch black sunglasses. It was a girl, glaring around as if she was a pirate. Role-play, perhaps? It didn't matter. That was cool.

"Yo captain, name's Devon." He smirked, waving his hand back in a lazy salute, his blue eyes twinkling from beneath his shades.