[b]"Is he having a laugh?..."[/b]

Warm browns narrowed wearily towards a rather animated man and his 'Super Rare and Mega Powerful' Pokemon... from what Meryl could see, at every angle in every way, it was a Magikarp. She'd heard the rumours of this man, the one who tried to rip young and inexperienced trainers off by making them pay for the creature. Of course, it could evolve into something that terrified man and mon, but those silly enough to BUY a Magikarp usually weren't skilled or patient enough to reap the rewards of having enough time to put up with the countless, thousands of splashing. She had a good mind to call him out, but given the amount of sneers and tuts he was receiving around the small tank that had the poor, if somewhat vacant creature stuffed inside.

Maybe it would have been happier with whoever bought it.

[b]"Hm?"[/b] Behind her, she could hear-- a girl? -- no that was a boy-- no a girl -- a -- no. Whichever gender, though certainly a person of the same or similar age to the mousey-blonde haired lass, was giving his or her mother a peice of his or her mind. A Rattata...? Perhaps they were from Kanto? Although Rattata's were wide-spread, it always felt like the trainers from Kanto made it a point to catch them when they first got their trainer licence.

Made a change from the Bidoof that waddled through the routes either side of her hometown-- and curse the trainers who looked into their beady, souless eyes and considered them cute. She had seen one pushed around in a baby-buggy, and she swore it was a were-baby when her eyes first laid upon it. In Hearthome, her home town, there were ALOT of babies.

[i]'The first Mazitec raffle has been going for one full year, all of the waiting has led up to this moment. I have here before me all the starter Pokémon displayed on this beautifully decorated table. Those of you who have sent off for the raffle know who you are. Are you ready!'[/i]

[b]"Oh!"[/b] It was the Raffle, she could hear it! Of course she'd put in for it (after six years of begging to have a Pokemon, certainly.) but like many, she didn't expect to win. It was one of those things that other people won, and never herself. All the same, Meryl held onto her light bubble-gum toned hat that was embroidered with a large, dark fuchsia hibiscus, and stepped through the crowds until she could atleast half-see the goings on of the stage. 

A near painful gasp flew into her lips.

That was... that was her name! It was, wasn't it? Yes.. yes it was!

[b]"Oh my...Oooh my.."[/b] Cheeks flushed with prompt confusion, the girl flapped around the crowds in poor navigation until she finally reached what she assumed was the /b]correct point to wander up to the stage. [b]"..."[/b] Lost for words too, it would seem. [b]"...I..."[/b] Very, very lost for words. [b]"Is this.. I.. is this real...?"[/b]