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[color=#89CFF0][b][sub]Location: Castle Layton, War Room[/sub][/b][/color]
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If it weren't for the fact that he had his chin firmly planted in his own arms and a Pokemon currently positioned under the hood of his sweater, Dilan Torie likely would've responded to Alex's prodding. If it weren't for the fact Alex had all but blackmailed him, he wouldn't have been here in the first place. As far as he knew he had been the first member of the team to file in. That he had done so in an attempt to catch up on sleep before everyone else arrived was besides the point. He made quite the sight, to be certain, one doesn't usually expect a Regional Champion to be the type to sleep through meetings. Or attempt to, anyway. From the snoring, he could tell his companion had the boon of being able to sleep through the commotion. Dilan did not have such luxuries.  

He did have the wherewithal to sit up when his designated folder slid into his hands. He gave only a cursory glance at the name and photograph of his first round opponent and instead focused solely on the list of her registered Pokemon while Alex began distributing similar files around the table. A strongman competition meant one thing, and what Dilan saw on the document only confirmed this fact. Conkeldurr? Primeape? All that was missing was a Machamp and a Hariyama. Well, at least he didn't have to agonize over which member of his own team he'd be bringing to his first outing. No, what he had to worry about was [i]training[/i] said team member for the event. The mere thought of it sent a shudder down his spine. 

While Dilan was busy agonizing internally, a pair of his teammates brought up one of the few things that could rouse him from his sudden depression; food. If there was any one thing Dilan loved as much as his Pokemon did it was food. It also served as a convenient excuse for him to get out of the godforsaken, troublesome, and uncomfortable thing that passed for a chair, and so, Dilan rose from his place at the table and made way for the door without any prompting from his peers.

[color=#89CFF0]"I don't know about you guys, but I'm gunna go make some pancakes or something."[/color]

Just like that, the Hoenn Regional Champion was out of the War Room and on his way to the kitchen, folder in hand and a fast asleep Eevee still atop his head.