[center][color=gold][b][u][h1]Evelyn[/h1][/u][/b][/color][/center] [center][@Lunarlord34] [@Zapdos] [@Sanguine Rose] [@baraquiel] [@Joshua Tamashii] [@Gremlin] [@Shazamrock] [@Crimson Flame] [@Zarkun] [@Remram] [@Crusader Lord] [@CitrusArms] [hider=Inventory:] [b]Consumables:[/b] [list][*]Pokedollars: 500p [*]1x Potion [/list][/hider][/center][hr] Evelyn had remained seated, and quiet, througout the entire assembly. Even when the cute little Buneary had approached and coazed the hooded ... Child... To come forward and pet it, and the subsequent Trainer of said pokemon had stepped up and given permission, Evelyn didn't flinch. Didn't budge. Didn't move. Still and calm, like a regal statue, perfectly composed and serene, unbothered by the teeny, tiny trifles of the turmultuous tides around her. ... Yeah, right... [i]SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH MY GOSH, IT*S SO CUTE!! I-I WANNA HUG IT! I WANNA PET IT! Bu-But no, you mustn't give in, Eve! Keep your cool, stay calm. You can do this. Don't freak out over the adorable little snugglemuffin right infront of you. There'll be time for that later! Right? Right? It's... It's not like they'll leave RIGHT away after we're done here, right?[/i] As she continued to reassure herself with internal monologuing and certainties that were based in nothing else but her onw wishful thinking, the blonde almost didn't register the new arrival until she was nearly almost at the group of gathered youths. As the chic, well-dressed but friendly and somewhat relaxed-looking chic woman arrived, Evelyn could tell from just a mere look. This wasn't a faceless receptionist, or a no-name member of staff. This woman, her posture, her attire, her face, her poise. She was someone [b]important[/b]. Rising from her seat, calmly and unhurried, so as to not bely any hint of overly childish excitement, Evelyn rose. And then listened. And then followed. Still quiet, still graceful. [center][h3][b]At the Lab[/b][/h3][/center] They entered the sterile, clean and to-the-letter textbook definition of a Pokemon Lab. Honestly, it was almost impressive just [i]how[/i] stereotypical it was. Guess some looks are a classic for a reason... Regardless, Evelyn's attention was immediately brought to the collapsed-looking man on the desk further away in the room. The ginger-haired lady from earlier walked over and gave him a few words, shook him awake and then... The sound of glass shattering. Metaphorically, mind you. This? This man? This man was the Evig region's Pokemon Professor? Not an understudy or assistant? This rude, unkempt, disheveled, probably-foul-smelling guy, with bags under his eyes, hair in his face and ON HIS FACE, who greeted his prospective proteges by calling them [b]brats[/b], was their Pokemon PRofessor!? To say Evelyn's expectations of the man had been thoroughly and utterly dashed, smashed, stepped on and then ground into the dirt, and then spat on, would be an understatement. Luckily, her face was too busy being frozen in a blank and 'I don't even know how to respond to this'-state allowed her to at least conceal her disappointment, for now. But the cavalcade of chaos didn't end there, as now the two adults entered into a verbal argument... OVer... What, exactly? The young blonde couldn't tell, her world was shook from its foundation again as she watched the seemingly stylish and composed red-head woman devolve into the same level as this... This Primeape... But the tyrefire didn't end there, oh nooo~ Now the door to the lab flew open and yet [b][i]another[/i][/b] person entered. This one a dark-skinned lady, holding boxes of some kind, and looking like she'd just come from running a marathon. Sweaty and out of breath and gross and... Wait, what!? She'd gone to buy [b][i]pastries[/i][/b]!? What the actual heck?!? What was going on here? Evelyn couldn't help but feel one of her eyebrows begin to twitch, and she had to momentarily close her eyes, take a quiet, long breath through her nose, and let it out just as silently, in order to process this... Disaster. [i]Well... I guess it'll make for an interesting prologue in my autoibiography, if nothing else...[/i] ... She wasn't convincing anyone, not even herself, with that line of thought. Thankfully, the mayhem seemed to calm down now that the latest bungling buffoon had arrived, and the good Professor finally took charge and led them to where they all had been waiting, hoping and wanting to go since they'd arrived here. Well, most of them anyway. [center][h3]The Selection Area[/h3][/center] Arriving in, what could only be described as an excessively large, holding grounds for - what she imagined was pokemon - Evelyn looked around with only her eyes. A forest. That might explain the trees at the lobby entrance... Well, no matter. There were other screens, displaying other biomes and other things to probably observe as well, like the looks on her peers faces or the surrounding areas. But, none of that mattered right now. For Evelyn's eyes had landed upon it. The Table. Yes, [b]THE[/b] table, upon which they sat. Neatly arranged and labeled. [color=gold][i]"My partner..."[/i][/color] Evelyn's voice was barely a whisper. Her arms had been raised and clutched at her own chest, as she stared intently at the row upon row of tagged pokeballs. She could feel her heart pound faster and louder and faster and even louder with each passing moment. Her throat and mouth began to feel dry, and she could feel a tingling sensation run down the entire length of her spine, causing her to shiver slightly for the briefst moment. And then, it was time. They were called, one by one. And Evelyn's name came up. The blonde steeled herself, strode forward confidently and without missing a beat. One leg infront of the other, still gliding, still swaying. Perfect runway model-walking. She didn't spare her compatriots or anyone else even a second glance, just focusing on and approaching the metal surface. Then, she stopped. A moment of pause. Standing before it, taking it all in. And there it was. The ball. The ball with [b][i]her[/i][/b] name on it. She reached out, slowly, calmly, gently. Dainty fingers touched the surface of the red and white sphere, the cool sensation registering in her head. Then her fingers curled slightly, clasping around it, without exerting force or pressure, treating it like onr would an egg. The stylish young girl then stepped back, and to the side, moving away from the table to give room to the next person. She walked a small distance further, giving herself room and space. Looking down, she again confirmed the pokeball in her hand, as it stared back at her. [i]It's finally time... It's here... My... Our biggest and most important moment...[/i] She took a deep breath and then-- [color=gold]"[b]Come on out~![/b]"[/color] With a spinning flourish, and upwards arcing arm and a practiced motion that looked like flowing water, Evelyn tossed the ball in a low, short lob. As it neared the ground, the unmistakable sound of a pokeball opening and ejectings its contents, coupled with the trademark bright light, followed shortly therefater. A second passed, and there it was. Formed from the compressed energy from within its container, it stood. A pokemon. [i][b]Her[/b][/i] pokemon. Evelyn stared at it. Gazed. Her golden eyes enarly boring holes into the little creature that had just emerged. [color=gold]"No... No way..."[/color] her face was pale, the irises of her eyes went small, her face dumbstruck... She was looking at a Joltik. A small bug-type pokemon. A small, electric bug-type pokemon. A moment of silence. The little critter looked around, its curious eyes scanning the area all around, before finally landing sight on its trainer. With happy chittery noises, it began to skitter towards her... ... But there would be none of that for you see, Evelyn h-- [color=gold]"[b]AN ELEC-TRIC TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPE!?[/b]"[/color] Yes, well, as you can see sh-- [color=gold]"[b]OH. MY. GOSH, YOU'RE SO CUUUUUUTE![/b]"[/color] In a complete breach of character and everything she'd worked so hard to try and make the others view her in a certain way, it was now all out the window. With a bigger smile than you could imagine and face and eyes that shone brighter than the sun itself, Evelyn lurched forward and quickly trotted over to meet her approaching partner. With an excited, but still gentle sweep of her arms, she scooped the little fellow up into her arms, spun around where she stood and held the little bugger closed to her chest, all while laughing and giggling like an excited ... Well... Girl. Because she is one. To say she was happy with her partner... Well, that much was obvious. ANd her partner? At first making a surprised noise when he was suddenly swept off the ground, it didn't take long for the Joltik to calm down, let out some happy chitters and then nuzzle its face and head against tis new trainer. It seemed this was a match made in heaven.