Wandering into the unfamiliar city of New Bark Town, the scarlet head teenager hadn't ever been here before. Not really, at least. Sure, he had seen Tojo Falls and he had heard about Cherrygrove - and it's proximity to Blackthorn certainly made it something of a hotspot in the city, it was also the easiest way to cross back on over to Kanto, the boy's home region. He fiddled with his passport in his hands, he had arrived with the ferry just a few hours earlier. Opening up his Pokégear case, he plucked out the wireless headphones with the red and black pokeball logo on, 'Beats by Drake' - showing the sailor like visage of the Dragon trainer from hoenn. 


As he pressed play, he felt his feet get lighter as the electric guitar and drums kicked in, the all familiar song filling his mind as he put his thoughts to his goals. He had one desire with today. But it relied on him making his way to the professors Lab. The Johtonese structure of infrastructure rarely made sense, and even less so today. He passed the Mart before the Pokemon Center, not to mention that the entire region was really, really ugly. A pidgey flew by him, and he saw a wild trio of rattata run across the street, he could tell the rats were wild by their scruffy fur and unmaintained teeth. As the song kicked into gear, he started humming.

♫ [i]Too-doo-doo too too-doo.[/i]

Walking some more, he started to get a grasp on the lay of the land. Sure, the town wasn't massive. It wasn't like Saffron Or Celadon, it was a hick town in the middle of nowhere where frankly, the least capable Pokemon professor in the entire world was holed up. He had seen Elm's PokéTalks and the professor was truly terrible, Birch had to come out and save him from further embarrassment when he started talking about where Pokemon Eggs come from. The boy pulled his hair back from his face as he chuckled, hair running through his fingers. Pokémon [i]making[/i] eggs? What a ludicrous idea. Speaking off the silly professor, the boy saw a man carrying a briefcase coming right at him as he was caught up in his, admit ably, embarrassing taste in music. 

♫[i]To stand alone in the victory circle
Stake their claim when the music starts[/i]

 Nodding his head and mumbling along to the lyrics, the boy was annoyed when he bumped into the older man with the briefcase, stunning the teen as he took a step back, and quickly realized he had been singing out loud.

"Uh-- Uh. DRAGON RAGe, DRAGON RAGE!" Silver shouted pretending to sing, making the rock-n-roll sign with his fingers, headbanging, pretending to be listening to a heavy metal song instead of the top 5 popsingle from 4 years ago. The man scolded him about his carelessness.

"W-watch where you're going kid! Don't play that darn Dark-type worshipping music so loud. It'll make you go deaf!" the man yelled, the man seemed quite neurotic with his weird hairstyle and halfrim glasses, posturing at the red haired boy. The boy let out a puff of air in defiance.
"Whatever, man." He said, carrying on his walk. It wasn't until a few minutes later he realized that the man he had bumped into was the Pokemon Professr, Hubert Elm.

"Ahhh Shuckle me sideways." The boy let out his frustrations, realizing he missed his chance to talk to the professor. Instead, he decided to bolt to the lab, that was now in eyesight. He banged on the door, locked. Maybe someone was around in the back? The boy snuck around, peering through the window, he stood on his tip-toes to get a better look. Empty, only thing that was visible was the machine running scans on the three red-and-white balls inside of it. Pushing his hand against the window, he felt the window give way slightly. 
Maybe he didn't have to convince the professor to give him a Pokemon if he used the ol' Five-finger-discount...

Before the boy could prod further, he was interrupted.

"Oi! What are you skulking around for?" 

The new boy caught him off guard, whom stumbled as his eyes widened and he panicked to put himself into a completely different position, leaning against the wall next to the window, putting on a neutral facial expression that exuded coolness. Hitting his lower registry, he peered the boy up and down. He didn't look like a cop. Little bit like a nark, though. The boy decided to take the chill approach, maybe he could still salvage this almost-heist.

"Sup. I just snuck out for a smoke." He lied, realizing he didn't have anything to smoke, he corrected himself.
"A smoke of some sick tunes. You heard Assault On Dragonites latest album?" His earpieces still blasting the chorus to the popsong he had been listening to.

♫[i]It's a whole new world we live in
(Too-doo-doo too too-doo)
It's a whole new way to see
(Too-doo-doo too too-doo)[/i]