Mysterious Boy & Mysterious Girl
Situation Location: Trainer House Lounge
The Lounge was as active as ever with the constant flow of arriving and leaving trainers. Some stopped for food and drink to feed their Pokemon and allow them to relax and decompress. Other trainers stopped for food and continued on their ambitious ways. The trainers whose journeys weren't so successful were obvious. They were alone, sitting far apart from others. They wore the cuts and bruises of an old scuffle, and it was apparent who some of the trainers were. Some of those trainers were the ones who lost their Pokemon to the Route 1 Gang. With their motivation to go on shattered, they stayed at the Trainer House, trying to re-plan their lives. Did they want to try and catch Pokemon to replace the ones stolen or did they want to go back home?
A mysterious boy and girl approached each of these trainers with a friendly smile and inquired into their situation. The girl wore a fashionable, red plaid cap with a black school girl uniform, and the boy a long-sleeved blue and white shirt, with large headphones whispering loud tunes into his ears. His sleepy eyes regarded the trainer they were talking to and he appeared to be listening despite the musical racket.
"Woah, what happened? Did you get into a fight?" the mysterious girl asked. Her brown eyes glimmered curiously before they impishly thinned. "Did you win?"
The frustrated trainer frowned down at the floor. He was seated on one of the couches with a pillow between his chest and legs.
"...No," he said sullenly.
The mysterious girl gave the trainer a sympathetic frown. "Aw darn. Are you all right?"
The trainer bowed his head as the stress started to fill his eyes hotly in the form of tears. "...I lost my Pokemon. They were stolen from me by bandits on Route 1."
The boy grasped his head and cursed. "If only I wasn't so weak! How can people like that exist? How can they wake up every morning knowing that they're a dirt bag?"
The mysterious girl's hands went behind her back as she leaned forward to console the boy: "You're only human. I'm sorry about your Pokemon, but you're journey doesn't have to be over."
"I don't deserve anymore Pokemon. I can't even protect them. They'd probably just get stolen from me again."
Waving her finger, the mysterious girl's and mysterious boy's lips stretched in a mischievous smile.
"Nuh, uh, uuh~ If you had strong Pokemon, then no one would be able to take them from you. They would fear you and leave you alone. Dominating the gyms would be a cinch!"
The trainer rubbed his eyes dry with the back of his hand and looked up at the boy and girl. "What are you getting at?"
"I'm a part of this really cool club that helps trainers on their journey. It isn't fair that your Pokemon were stolen so why should your dreams end? Our Pokemon club can supply you with the Pokemon you need to defeat the gym leaders easy-peasy!"
The trainer frowned a little in disbelief. "Wouldn't that be cheating, and how do you have these strong Pokemon?"
The mysterious girl giggled. Her hand came from behind her back as she presented the trainer with a black card that read simply:
The Pokemon Club.
"It's not cheating. You still have to train them silly, but these Pokemon listen to their masters whether they have badges or not. If you want to know more, then you can use the card to find our club. We'll tell you more at the club because we don't want other trainers learning about our secrets. Our club is supposed to only support trainers in need."
The trainer stared curiously at the card as the mysterious girl and the mysterious quiet boy decided to move on.
"Think about it, okay?" said the mysterious girl as she waved goodbye. "Ciao!"