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Lorie's attention was sparked the moment the woman - Sarah, as she'd introduced herself as - mentioned registering as a trainer and getting a pokedex. Maybe her eyes brightened for a moment, but then she got gloomy once more. You didn't get to be optimistic in this world. It never got you anywhere.
[color=#bd0087]"I told you, I have a pokedex, I just forgot it home,"[/color] Lorie almost snapped back defensively, although she seemed to deflate after that, looking at her feet with a stern expression. Was it really that obvious? Did she look like a bum? After a few steadying breaths, Lorie moved her pained gaze to stare at anywhere but Sarah's eyes. [color=#bd0087]"Even if they had a pokedex... I doubt they'd just let an off-islander have one. Let alone register as a trainer,"[/color] she mumbled with a grave voice. Ever the pessimist.
Sneasel retreated from clinging to Lorie's leg - it knew that comforting its human companion in public wouldn't be seen as appropriate by the purple haired girl. Showing vulnerablity was one of the things Lorie had learned not to show. Still, Sneasel looked a its trainer with a disheartened expression on its face.
[color=#bd0087]"I'm Lorie. I didn't come here for the League - just... passing by, I guess. Unless winning that league gets you rich, then I might be interested,"[/color] Lorie mused.