[center][h2]Elm's Lab[/h2][/center]
[center][color=brown][h3]Zeph Bagley[/h3][/color][/center]

[color=66CDAA][b]"Dude!"[/b][/color]

After an embarrassing entrance, Zeph started to pick himself off the floor, waiting for the inevitable scolding that would befall him as he made yet another enemy on his first day as his trainer.

Two in one morning, wait a go, Zeph.

Instead, however, he felt a gentle pat on his back and looked up to see the dude he had almost knocked over looking... well, not pissed off. 

[color=66CDAA][b]"Hey, watch where you're going, buddy. If it was anyone else, you might have been in for an earful,"[/b][/color] the guy said, before making his way outside the lab. 

Zeph blinked, both confused and incredibly relieved. Well that wasn't as bad as he expected. At least one of the other trainers on his journey had a good level of chill. Unlike that purple-haired chick.

Speaking off, she seemed to be the last one in line. Maybe now was the time to try and make amends? 

With uncharacteristic shyness, Zeph gently tapped Abigail on the shoulder. [color=brown]"Err, hey... remember me?"[/color] he said, grinning at her timidly. [color=brown]"It's err, kind of funny that we're both becoming trainers today after you know... what happened earlier."[/color]

... that was all he had.

Damn it, why was this girl so intimidating?

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[center][h2]Elm's Lab[/h2][/center]
[center][color=gray][h3]Mattie Linder[/h3][/color][/center]

Well, Yuu didn't seem to bare Mattie any ill will. She let out a small sigh, and decided to keep to herself until Elm arrived. And he soon, did ushering them all into the back. Embarassment momentarily forgotten, Mattie followed the rest of the line as they all filed into the back where a row of pokeballs were lined up.

The Starter pokemon.

Mattie tried to get onto her tiptoes, trying to see the names of the possible Pokemon. She wasn't too picky about what she'd get. Maybe a Psychic type, since her family were Psychics? Then again, maybe that wasn't the best idea. Psychic Pokemon tended to be a bit... twitchy around Mattie, like she was producing a bad smell. She wanted her Pokemon to like her, just like her old friends had before they had all disappeared. 

Of course, if there was a ghost type Pokemon among the starters...

...

Mattie shook her head. That was incredibly unlikely. No, she would take whatever she could. Surely, there would be at least one Pokemon that she would like.

... Right?