[h3][color=0076a3]Bryce Crest[/color][/h3][b][Route 701 - Pokemon Center][/b]

[@Ninian] [@Sketcher]
As he neared the Pokemon Center on this route, he wondered if he was really doing the right thing by continuing on his journey. His Pokemon supported him all the way, but of course they would. This is Bryce Crest, a former Olympic Level Athlete now Pokemon Trainer. Dressed as if he were ready for the beach, wearing a pair of dark blue shorts and a pair of flip flops, with a white short sleeved shirt covered by a light blue jacket. A blue gem hung from a necklace he wore. His green eyes looked towards the doors to the Pokemon Center as he neared the building. He had semi-spiky tan hair which barely ruffled as a breeze blew past.

At his side was an oddly colored Flareon. [color=0076a3]"Well Maya, we're here. Let's take a breather, might even stay the night here, I have no clue how long it'll take us to reach the next town."[/color] He said to the Flareon, now known to be named Maya. She sighed. [color=f26522]<Bryce couldn't be any less enthusiastic about this trip... hopefully that changes soon...>[/color] The Flareon mumbled before following her trainer inside.

As they walked in, there seemed to already be a few trainers hanging out in the main room. He didn't pay much attention to them, though. He headed for the far side of the room (With his easily noticeable but not detrimental limp), sat down at a table, and began grabbing out a few Pokemon Food Bowls from his backpack. [color=0076a3]"Well, time to eat guys."[/color] He said, bringing two standard Pokeballs to his hands and opening them up, releasing a Manectric and a Swampert. Both of which stretched out after being kept in Pokeballs for so long.

[color=0072bc]<*Yawn*... Are we at the airport yet?>[/color] Asked the Swampert. [color=f26522]<Been there, seen it, left it, you missed it, Moss.>[/color] Said Maya, who was perched up on the Table to be eye level with the Swampert. [color=fff200]<Easy you two, no need to start another argument here...>[/color] Interjected the Manectric, who had already seen many simple chats like this grow into full blown battles. [color=0072bc]<We weren't[/color] [color=f26522]arguing, Striker!>[/color] The two said in unison, the Manectric named Striker sighing. [color=fff200]<The one time you two agree on something...>[/color]

By now Bryce had the feed bowls out and filled, distracting them all from whatever had just transpired. Bryce gave off a genuine smile before returning to his thoughts on the Unova League Tournament a few months prior. [color=0076a3][i]"I can't believe, after all the work I put into being a trainer, and it seems I haven't grown at all... is it even worth it?"[/i][/color] He thought. He looked down to his Pokemon. [color=0076a3][i]"They think it is, and I'll do it for them, but I'm not sure if it's worth it anymore..."[/i][/color] He remained silent as his Pokemon ate.