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[h3][color=662d91]~Abigail Blanchett~[/color][/h3]

Well, this couldn't be going any slower. As the trainers lined up, Abigail waited rather impatiently for everyone to gather. Well, they were taking their sweet time. She supposed she could go ahead and get hers, and her license, wait for Cerise and then leave. Or rather, that's what she would do if the redhead wasn't intent on being friends with gimpy. That was a bit odd, for her, but she wasn't really going to question Cerise' motives for trying to be friendly. Chances are, she just wanted them all to like her so she could mess with them later.

[color=brown]"Err, hey... remember me? It's err, kind of funny that we're both becoming trainers today after you know... what happened earlier."[/color]

Oh great. Training wheels was back. He better not think that just because of what happened earlier, they were like, best friends or something. Because they weren't, and if he was thinking that, she'd just bluntly tell him no. Actually, it was probably safer to do that then to let him even ponder the thought of them being friends. She turned to face the guy, not even caring she didn't know his name. It wasn't like it was going to be a name - Wait, he was becoming a trainer?

...she couldn't help but to laugh rather loudly at the thought of this guy becoming one. Well, its not like he'd be here for anything else, really. At least the cripple looked like she could handle herself somewhat, but this guy? Oh god, he was going to get eaten alive by some hoothoot or something. Or trip and fall down a ledge. That'd just be sad, but she felt like this guy might be that uncoordinated.

[color=662d91]"Look here, training wheels. I only helped you because I was in a good mood."[/color] She smirked after she stopped laughing. One hand was on her hip and the other giving him a small shove with a finger as she leaned forward slightly. [color=662d91]"You? A trainer? Don't make me laugh. I doubt you could even tell the difference between a male and female Nidoran."[/color] She chuckled again, shrugging as she spoke. The arrogance in her voice was completely clear, no doubt the other trainers would probably hear it as well. [color=662d91]"Not that it really matters. Even if you were a decent trainer, its not like you have a shot at the league as long as I'm here since I'm the best trainer in the region. So don't act like we're friends or anything, because we're not."[/color]

With that, she turned quite quickly, not wanting to say anything else to him. She passed the white-haired chick on her way to the pokemon table, once again not even paying attention to her. It was clear that she had of course, no interest in conversing with her unless she was spoken too first.

Soon, she was at the table where the pokemon were lined up, and quickly scanned the available pokemon.

Misdreavus? Eh, one of the weak ghost types. A good beginner pokemon, she supposed but it was nothing special. Anyone who picked that thing would be hurting later.

The white haired girl took Tyrogue. Huh, well, at least she had decent taste in pokemon. She was partial to sturdier types, though, but fighting types were decent.

Natu?....well, she was fairly certain that was the one Cerise was going to be going for. She liked psychic types. She always complained about not being able to actually own a Espurr back home...

and...Nidoran? Well, now that was a pokemon she could live with. It wasn't exactly her favorite pokemon, but a Nidoking? Now there was a pokemon she could definitely see herself using. Strong, powerful, and well, it was the best color in the world too - purple. How could she say no? It wasn't like they had a steel type or something she could use. An Aaron would have been nice, but unlikely...Aggron was probably her favorite pokemon ever. Maybe if she visited Hoenn after she became the champion...

Eh, thoughts for later. For now, she simply picked up the Nidoran's pokeball before walking over to Alfred, who handed her her shiny new license. Well, she looked good in her picture as she always did. She shoved the card into her bag, before heading back and letting the next trainer chose.

Well, now to see what the little guy looked like. She released the purple pokemon from its pokeball, letting the little guy get used to being out of the ball. Mostly, so it could also see who his new trainer was. In a flash of usual red light, the small pokemon was released onto the floor of the lab. The small pokemon yawned as it was released. Must have been asleep or something. She knelt down, and in an uncharacteristically nice fashion, patted the small guy on the head.

[color=662d91]"Well, now look at you! You certainly look strong."[/color] At the compliment, the Nidoran simply tilted its head quizzically. [color=662d91]"You'll need a name...how does Tyrian sound? It was the color kings used to wear. I think it would suit you."[/color] Whether he liked it or not, he didn't make any indication. Instead, the small Nidoran started looking around the lab, it obviously being a bit on the curious side as he started sniffing around a few of the machines. Well, that was alright, she supposed as long as he didn't mess anything up...

[h3][color=ec008c]~Cerise Fontaine~[/color][/h3]

[color=Coral]“Haha, well uhm, thanks. Really. But, yeah it’s uh...it’s natural.”[/color]

Natural, then? Well, that just made her more interesting to Cerise. If it was dyed, well, that would let her lose some of her charm, but still.

[Color=Coral]“So...Cerise, right? Cerise, tell me you’re not planning on doing anything to that wicked mane...that’d just be a shame, dude. Oh. Yeah. I’m Gwen, by the by.”[/color]

...wicked...mane? Ugh. Ugh. Just no. She almost threw up a little in her mouth. What did that even [i]mean?[/i] She was fairly certain it was a compliment...but manes should be left only to describe Pyroars. Okay, so she was cute, but that way of speaking was so...so, common. She was glad she went and got her pokemon soon after that comment, or she may not have been able to hide her dislike of the way she talked so well. She had half a mind to just leave her standing there and go back to Abigail.

Still, she supposed she could...accept it - or at least ignore it for now. She'd have to slowly get Gwen to talk in a less...crude way, maybe. At least stop her from using words like 'Dude' and...ugh, 'Wicked mane' Seriously, who even talked like that? Useless, idiotic, lifeless street kids with no future, that's who.

...well, now that she thought about it, Gwen kind of dressed like that. She'd have to get her into a dress at some point...or at least, something a bit more fashionable. Ooh, maybe she could make her something? She was fairly sure she could make something that would suit her very well. She'd probably like something easy to move in, but wasn't something exactly formal or dressy as hers was.

Eh, a thought for later. Maybe once they got to Goldenrod - the only city in Johto she'd ever even consider proper - she could do it. For now though, back to the thought of choosing a pokemon and responding to Gwen.

[color=ec008c]"Aha, no, I'm not planning on doing anything with it. I rather like the color, though I have dyed it before on special occasions."[/color] She replied after Gwen had returned, before focusing on the table with the pokemon on it. She would have complimented her name as well, but after her saying she didn't really know how to 'talk' to people that well, it might be a bit obvious she was lying a bit. Or at least, they'd find it a bit odd.

Come to think of it though, she had actually zero handling experience with pokemon, and knew nothing about them. Abigail gave her a crash course over the phone the other night, but...well, she knew Espurr was a psychic type, and that was about it. Maybe something with that typing, then? She couldn't really be sure, since she really didn't know what pokemon was what. She only knew Espurr, and very vaguely of a pokemon named Malamar from Kalos. She looked over at Gwen.

[color=ec008c]"Uhm, pardon, another question - Excuse me if I'm coming off as a bit annoying - but I'm not entirely too familiar with pokemon."[/color] She sighed. [color=ec008c]"Did they have a psychic type up there? That's the only type I even vaguely know, and I don't really know any pokemon from this...place well..."
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