[color=orchid][h1][center]Sophia Danvers[/center][/h1][/color]
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[color=orchid]"You wouldn't either if one of your Pokemon had left a room looking like an earthquake hit a cotton wool factory,"[/color] Sophia sighed. [color=orchid]"It's been less than a day and this Purrloin's already getting on my last nerve."[/color]

Ok, so the nurse didn't seem too annoyed, thankfully. That was something. She nodded at the nurse's question, even though the stay had been far from enjoyable. What kind of place was this dump for someone like her? She glanced up at the lobby's ceiling lights. One was flickering, and a few others looked to be broken entirely. Shouldn't those have been replaced?

She stood there at the desk for a few moments, fists clenched at her sides, before rummaging through her bag for her wallet. The incident hadn't been her fault, but... This Pokecentre was clearly struggling, for some reason. It simply didn't feel right to leave it further burdened. [color=orchid]"Ugh... Alright. Here,"[/color] she grumbled, handing over several banknotes.

Great. Just great. So much for a free stay. Thanks to Purrloin, that was a significant chunk of the money her parents had saved up for her journey gone. She could imagine what they'd say if they found out. They'd act like it was her fault. Was it, in some way? How could she become a better trainer? She would. She had to.