[color=6ecff6][center][h3]~Lynn Haywood~[/h3][/center][/color]

Was it possible to die of impatience and boredom? She was pretty sure that was going to kill her here. The longer she waited, the more her annoyance built. The more her annoyance built, the more impatient she became. The more impatient she became, the more annoyed she became. It was a viscous, never ending cycle. If there was a word the girl could learn the meaning of, it was 'chill'. At least the more the cigarette disappeared into ashes on the ground, the better she felt.

She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, not noticing the other guy that had got in line behind them. She wouldn't care much if she did notice. What she did notice though, was that the line was finally goddamn moving. Thank whatever forces may be. She wasn't sure she could take it if braids started chattering about something again. So she moved forward with the rest of the line, taking note of the kid scribbling furiously in the note book. Looked like a nerd just ripe for picking on. She had half a mind to do just that...

but well, she was on a mission. She was gonna get that damn pokemon.

As she approached the sliding door, she removed the cigarette from her mouth, crushing the butt of it under her boot as she walked in and was met with the most incompetent looking research assistant she had ever seen. He talked like he had some sort of speech impediment or something, and wasn't likely all there in the head either. Hell, she could probably do a better job than this bozo. Well, whatever. She'd refrain from antagonizing the people handing her a pokemon. That'd just be stupid, even for her. She wanted one after all.

...though, if all else failed, she supposed she could always take one. There had to be plenty around here that weren't in use.

Thankfully, she didn't have to deal with the annoyance for long. A man by the name of Bruce made himself known. Ficus was out, so that was probably one of the reasons for the line outside. Well, whatever. Not her problem. She stepped up to the terminal. Blah blah blah some stupid terms and conditions and blah blah legal stuff she couldn't care less about.

She pressed the accept button, and some personal information was displayed.

[color=6ecff6]LYNN HAYWOOD

AGE: 18
SEX: F
HEIGHT: 5' 8"...1/4!
WEIGHT: 157 lbs[/color]

[color=6ecff6][IS THIS CORRECT?][/color]

Her eyes narrowed at the screen, yeah yeah, at least they didn't ask for her bust size. She pressed the correct button impatiently, watched as the pokeball was constructed in real time. Okay, she had to admit. The nerds could do some pretty cool things when they weren't busy being nerds. She wondered briefly if that's all how pokeballs were made these days? She had no idea.

Well, whatever, not important.

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

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

Sneasel, huh? A nickname? Hell yeah. Of course she was gonna give Sneasel a nickname. A pokemon as cool as her new best friend should have an equally cool name. But what? Hmm...it should be something cool, but also intimidating and tough sounding. Several names ran through her head which she quickly dismissed. It needed to be something special...something emphasizing it's already large amount of coolness.

...Quill?

Yeah, that red feather on her head was absolutely awesome looking. Quill was an awesome name, so Quill she named the Sneasel.




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Location: Red Orchard
[color=6ecff6]~Current Team~[/color]

N/A

Notable Inventory:
Potion x1
500 P (Pokédollars)
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