There were distinctive sounds of rattling inside a dumpster, which happened to be located stern-side onboard a ship intended for the shuttling of other personages. One sailor, a gruff and rotund looking man who was dressed in white, cocked an eyebrow as he glanced at the dumpster. This dumpster was not the only one located in this section of the ship; it was one of many alongside other smaller containers. It would be clear to even a casual observer that this room was dedicated to the storage of trash until it could be proper disposed of. But this dumpster had made a set of distinctive rattling sounds. As such the Sailor had his attention focused upon it.
 
A man in an orange hard hat and a nondescript pair of overalls glanced over towards the sailor. "Hey, buddy." the man inquired as he began snapping fingers, "You daydreamin' again?" The sailor shook his head as he glanced at his partner in work. "No, but I heard something from it." The sailor reached towards his sized and grabbed his capsule device and began to flick it open, as he heard more rattling sounds come from the dumpster...
 
Turning the attention away from this scene and into the dumpster proper we could see the source of the disturbance among these rotting shrimp shells, styrofoam cups and other assorted garbage from leftovers. And the cause of that disturbance was Reporter Rebecca Pierce hunched underneath this cavalcade of debris slamming her palm against the pink spherical creature known as the Whismur. Pierce desperately tried to maintain two things here, keeping hold her microphone as to keep it from dirtying up any further and of course make sure that Whismur didn't shriek out as that would certainly get her caught. And she was not going to get caught, not here, not now.
 
"You little Crybaby." Rebecca growled out as Whismur again tried moving through the trash and away from the hand so he could properly show his fear. "Listen to me and listen goo-"
 
In the process of trying to stay keep her creature underwraps, Rebecca dropped her microphone.
 
"Oh come on!" Rebecca pouted before both hands to slam on Whismur's mouth. "I'm not going to let you get me caught as a stowaway; because that means I'll have to explain myself, maybe fight someone if worst comes to worst, [b]aaaand pay for this[/b]. And I need my cash to maintain the website and the television channel so I can broadcast the truth."
 
Whismur's ears flickered as it began to look upwards. Rebecca grumbled out something incomprehensibly before slamming the ball down into the trash and digging deeper into it to hide.
 
...And back to the investigation we saw not the sailor opening the dumpster, but rather the hard-hatted colleague. With a wide gesture of the arm he gestured to the dumpster. "Come on and take a look." spoke the orange hatted man. The Sailor shrugged as he shrank his Pokeball back down to size and tromped over towards the dumpster. He leaned over it and began inspecting the debris which appeared to be nothing abnormal.
 
"Huh. Guess I must've heard some things." before slamming down the lid. The worker in overalls smiled as he patted the sailor on the back, "Hey it happens to us all, especially here. This part of the job gets boring buuut someone's gotta do it right?" The sailor let out a hearty guffaw as he nodded at his co-worker, "Yeah, hey when we finish up you want me to buy you a pop and do a practice battle?" Wordlessly replying the hard-hatted man gave a thumbs up.
 
After the suspected danger had passed, Rebecca began rummaging through the grime as she plucked out her microphone and began stroking it. "I'm so sorry that he had to make me drop you." Whismur sniffled a bit before moaning a little. Rebecca shot him a glare, "Don't you start crying now, we're almost off scot-free! All we got to do is sneak out and-"
 
However this particular bit of dialogue was interrupted by an action that wasn't suspected by Reporter Rebecca Pierce, as she alongside her Pokemon companion and the trash that they were hiding in was dumped outside the docks. Rebecca Pierce blinked as she glanced down for a moment processing what exactly was happening to her. Meanwhile, Whismur was yelling its little heart out while desperately hugging against Rebecca's leg in an attempt to get some sort of security. Pierce, after processing that this was not going to be pleasant, was also screaming her heart out as they made their descent to the trash island located on Kanto's bay.
 
Landing upon a pile of decaying matresses, and trashbags which immediately exploded upon impact which heavily stained Rebecca and her attire, the (freelance) reporter began shaking her head and standing back up. Rebecca looked towards the horizon as she saw the skyline of Kanto. Then she looked down to see what they would be traversing.
 
There was a large body of water. Rebecca sighed as she flicked a banana peel off her head and began brushing off as much sludge as she could from her shoulders. "...So we're going swimming!" Rebecca shouted with a determinate passion while Whismur sniffled a bit more.
 
...
 
Outside the Oak Institute was a small collective of people who were leaving the premises, obviously they were disgruntled, but Rebecca needed to know why. And so the interviewer not being dissuaded from being soaking wet from not-so-nice seawater and earlier trash shenanigans held out her microphone and began shoving it in front of everyone who was walking by.
 
"Hello! I'm Reporter Rebecca Pierce, would you spare some time for an interview!?" she eagerly exclaimed boundless with energy, but there were no takers. "Hello! I'm Reporter Rebecca Pierce, would you spare some time for an interview!?" she said again as she received dirty looks. And again for a third time she shoved a microphone in front of others and began her spiel. "Hello! I'm Reporter Rebecca Pierce, would you spare some time for an interview!?", she declared before her microphone was shoved by an bald man in a leather-jacket who had his eye twitching.
 
"Then why ain'tcha in that buildin kid!? STOP GLOATING!" He shoved past Rebecca Pierce as the Whimsur tried to hide behind one of Rebecca's legs. "HEY!" shouted out the reporter. Rebecca began walking towards the man in a stride of true ferocity, as Whimsur sensing the situation tried to pull on Rebecca's leg.
 
Glaring at the creature Rebecca then took a moment to glance at the Oak Institute behind her, "...Maaaaybe I've got a story here." And so she proceeded to enter the building with Whismur following behind.
 
"Welcome to the Oak Institu-" responded the receptionist before nearly gagging at Rebecca Pierce. "Euuuaagha, a-ahem. This place is a rather select an-" spoke the receptionist before Rebecca Pierce shoved a microphone near her and began.
 
"Hello! I'm Reporter Rebecca Pierce and I -" before she could even finish her introduction, Rebecca Pierce was interrupted by the receptionist who began frantically pointing down a hallway. She knew this name was one of the ones that were drawn today. While she might not have presented a letter, the receptionist knew one was enclosed to her, but more to the point the Receptionist was not wanting to deal with this woman for any longer than she had to. "Oh yes, you've been selected. Go down the hall please, an important man is waiting for you there." 
 
Smiling at the success at obtaining this valid scoop, Rebecca spun on her heels and triumphantly marched down the hallway with Whismur in tow. The receptionist reached underneath the desk and grabbed an air-freshener before spraying it wildly around the area where Rebecca once stood.
 
....
 
Noting that another person had won the prestigious opportunity to collect a Pokemon, Professor Sumac smiled and began. Hello there, and welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Professor Sumac, but people call me the Pokemon Professor. As I'm sure you know, this world is inhabited by-"" Rebecca Pierce shoved a microphone fairly close to professor before bringing it back to herself.
 
"And how long have you been a professor?"
 
"I, what?"
 
"How long have you been a professor. Viewers and readers are probably interested in this."
 
"Three years, give or take, but I've only been here for a month. Ahem." The professor cleared his throat as he began from where he left off, "by Pokemon. We humans live alongside Pokemon as fr-" the statement was interrupted as Rebecca Pierce brought the microphone back to herself, "And what is your discipline and, what's in the box?"
 
"Oh well the box is why you are here, it contains a Pokemon and essential items for-" Rebecca Pierce shot a glance downwards, "Alright, I already got the crybaby." Whismur slowly looked from behind Pierce to the Professor. Rebecca grabbed a Pokedex and a card from the box as she spoke again, "So these are mine?"
 
"Well yes now can I-"
 
"Get back to the interview?! Alright! So we were going to talk about your discipline as a Professor..." Rebecca Pierce stated before, once again, Professor Sumac grabbed the bridge of his nose and pointed towards the door. "Why look at the time! I've got another individual coming, thank you for taking the time. I'm [i]sure[/i] we'll finish this later!" began the Professor as he began shoving the girl out of the room, seemingly outraged that once again he was denied his time to give out the speech.
 
Rebecca Pierce pressed her face to the glass of the door and spoke, "Holding you to that!" And so she went down the corridor as Professor Sumdac slumped down against the door with his hands against his head.
 
"...Man I miss kids..."
 
And so Rebecca Pierce, with her creature in tow alongside the goodies obtained from the professor began passing numbered doors. She did not seem to show much reaction until she reached the Room Four, it appeared that the frame of it was scuffed. Sensing a potential scoop here, she swung open the door and held out her microphone.
 
"REPORTER REBECCA PIERCE, I'M HERE FOR A STORY!" she shouted out as she saw the room was empty, but it [b]did[/b] have snacks. So she went inside and sat down in the chair closest to the door. Placing her microphone in her lap she began scrounging through the bowl of refreshments and eating. Glancing down she saw the Whismur salivating a little and decided to toss a few on the floor for her companion to eat.
 
A story was coming, and Reporter Rebecca Pierce was going to catch it!