[h3][color=#71C41D]Sergei Samsonov[/color][/h3]
[i]Sinnair Flight 668 - Bound for Viore International Airport[/i]

Sergei shifted his hat back above his eyes and glared up at the intercom speakers as the jingle came on. He had never been one for sleeping on airplanes, something about the white noise, and ever so slight shifts in in balance while in the air made for a disastrous combination of staying up the whole flight. For the past eight hours the best he could muster was whatever sensation existed just before people went to sleep, his unshanka pulled over his eyes in a fruitless attempt to help the process along. 

[i]"Ladies and Gentlemen as we begin our final descent into Viore International Airport we ask that you check just one last time to make sure that your seat belt is securely fastened, your tray tables are up, and your seat-backs are in the full upri..."[/i] Any attention Sergei was paying to the captain's regulations faded as he began to go through the motions of setting everything in order. He kicked his bag under the seat in front of him a bit, double checked his seat-back. This was only his second time flying, and the first had been earlier that day connecting from Snowpoint to Veilstone, Sergei already didn't like it. Why would anyone pay what frankly was an ridiculous fee to fly in a claustrophobic cabin for hours on end, when they could simply train a Pokemon of their own to fly them from place to place? It was a mode of transport meant for beginners and non-trainers, and knowing that made Sergei dislike it even more, as if it were some kind of reminder that he wasn't good enough yet. He gave an exasperated sigh under his breath, as the plane approached its destination, and the mechanical procedures for landing began. 

Eventually the plane skidded along the runway and came to a halt, docking in one of the airport gates. [i]"Welcome to Viore International Airport, the local time is 2:18 PM. Remember to check for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you, and please remember when opening the overhead bins that their contents may have shifted during your flight. On behalf of Sinnair, welcome to New Amber Town and welcome to the Viore region."[/i] 

Catching a quick glimpse out the window as he stood up and grabbed his backpack, Sergei wondered how such a town came to have such a massive airport, but this train of thought was quickly interrupted. A girl started violently pushing and shoving her way to the front of the plane, being in an aisle seat Sergei bore a bit of this as she passed, and simply scowled. The same girl had been making a ruckus earlier about getting off the plane before everyone else. [i][color=#71C41D]"What an entitled brat."[/color][/i] Sergei thought, despite the girl being probably around his own age, [i][color=#71C41D]"Some people have no patience."[/color][/i] Waiting in the long line to disembark the plane was certainly not what he wanted to do, but he had no desire to fight some random stranger on this flight, especially now that most of them were already visibly frustrated with what had just happened. Eventually he came to the front, looked blankly at the flight attendant who thanked him for flying, and headed out the gate. Scanning the airport signs above for clue as to where he should go next.