[color=f7941d][h2]Abigail Lowe[/h2][/color]

Location: Redorchard

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Abigail was coughing loudly, eyes screwed up thanks to the smoke. She was very bewildered by the older girl's reaction, but didn't hold it against her. In fact, while the blue-haired girl wouldn't have known it, her actions were the very worst method to get rid of Abigail. In fact, though she was being ignored, Abigail was attempting to nod wisely. She understood what was going on. The poor girl just didn't [i]know[/i] how to talk to people. 

[color=f7941d]Fear not, strange angry blue-haired girl! I, Abigail, shall be your mentor![/color] she decided, absentmindedly chomping on the chocolate bar she'd waved at Lynn.[color=f7941d]This is a bond that will never be broken![/color] Speaking of things that would never end, why wasn't this line moving? Did someone die? Abigail gasped internally. She knew it was possible to starve in the line. She knew it.

Wait, hang on. People were... Moving? Walking? The line was actually going somewhere. She wasn't gonna grow old here, with only her sweets and a bunch of grumpy people for company? This called for a celebration hug. She looked at the two people in front of and behind her. Well, poor blue-hair probably wasn't used to hugs. That would have to be at least Lesson 2 in Abigails Guide to Not Being Mean to Other People and/or Making Them Drop Their Sweets. She looked at the guy that had turned up behind her. He seemed to be pretty out of breath. Maybe someone blew smoke in his face too.

This mystery kept her occupied until she reached the sliding doors of the Laboratory.

After one minute in the laboratory, she had decided that this guy was too stupid to be a professor. Even Abigail could count to six, and apparently she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, whatever that meant. All she knew was that her parents had given her a really weird look when she'd pointed out that she lived in a house, not a shed. They sure could be dumb sometimes.

Still, the room was definitely full of life. There was so much going on, things lighting up and moving around. It was like a visual representation of Abigail's diet. She found it hard to pay attention to what the professor was saying anyway. The words weren't making sense in her brain. Still, when he pointed over at the terminals, she could at least understand that. She was practically jumping with joy as she made her way across the room. No point in trying to be cool about it, this was gonna be her first Pokémon!

When she reached the terminal, she smiled as she looked at the message on the screen, then accepted. She was absorbed by the animations on the screen for a moment, forgetting the real reason that she'd been excited. Once she did though, she realised that the screen was displaying her information.

[color=6ecff6]ABIGAIL LOWE

AGE: 15
HEIGHT: 5'... 4' 11" 7/8... 4' 11" 3/4... recalibrating... 
WEIGHT: Calculating... 102 lbs[/color]

She scowled at it for a second when she noticed the height. She wasn't that small! Okay, she wasn't [i]that[/i] that small. Grumpily, she changed the height to be 5 feet exactly. Not four. Five. She was not less than five feet tall, and she was certainly not in denial about anything.

Once that annoying stuff was done, though, it was finally the good part. Abigail watched, completely absorbed, as the image of the pokeball was built up on the screen. For a brief, brief second, she wasn't even thinking about food. Then she was wondering if they could make a pokeball for sweets, and why they hadn't done it yet. Still, once the animation was done, she stared at the screen, smiling like a little - ahem- littl[i]er[/i] kid on their birthday.

[color=6ecff6]YOUR POKÉMON IS... DEERLING

[WILL YOU GIVE DEERLING A NAME?] [/color]

She'd forgotten about nicknames! Well, Deerling had to have one, right? Oh man, there was so much pressure. She tried to think logically about it. Nicknames were supposed to be something you really cared about or remind you of happy memories, right? Something like that! She tried to think of things that made her happy, and memories, to make sure that the name was super important to her.

Anyway, long story short, that was how 'Waffles' the Deerling got his name.