The Nexan family gathered to watch the Ol Trainer Program's draw. Twenty names, just like every year, would be randomly chosen to receive an immense early help in their pokémon trainer journey. Vivienne's name was in it as well and the girl couldn't hide her anxiety, rocking back and forth in the couch with her eyes latched on the TV screen. The current head of the Oak Institute, name Arianna Oak, finally finished her speech and the draw began. The screen flicked, with thousands of names rotating over at the screen until it stopped, selecting the first lucky individual: Gregory Handscombe.
Ivy bit onto her lower lip, clasping her hands together in front of her face, resting her chin against her hands. If she was elected this year, she would find another way to venture into the world - she meant it. She just knew it was the right thing to do; she was about to finish her studies, she needed to find a job - but what else could she do with the same excellency as exploring the world and learning more about it? She constantly thought about the choices of professions to specialize in... And the one of a pokémon trainer was the most exciting, adventurous one. Perhaps she could use one of her mother's grass types to catch her first pokémon and carry on her dream?
Damn, why... are you even thinking so negatively, Ivy? The draw isn't done yet. The girl scoffed herself in her own thoughts - only to be shaken out of it as apparently another name was called: Mark Longfield. Sixteen names had already been called, so her hopes being extremely low were comprehensible, at least. There were thousands of people in the waiting list and Ivy had only been there for... a few months, ever since she had turned eighteen. The next name was Hanna Carey and her mother jumped a little on the couch, blinking.
"Hanna Carey? That's Mrs. Carey daughter!" The woman commented, a hand running through her dirty blonde hair. Just as she turned to her husband to comment about the one trainer they knew, the next name was called. Ivy's hands trembled, her heart skipped a beat and she felt as if she was just about to have a heart attack. Her mouth went dry, her eye widened and her expression completely blankly with disbelief: Had she heard right? Was that really her photo on the TV screen? Her fingertips spread themselves around her mouth as it hanged agape, her pale skin even paler.
Her father, who took a day off just to watch the draw with his family today, stood up and placed both hands at either side of his bald head, his mouth in an oval shape as he struggled with his own desire to scream in excitement. Instead, he turned and extended both arms, wrapping either arm around his wife and his daughter, his eyes filling with tears - there was no denying it, he was happy that his daughter would have a very valuable attempt at following her dream. His name was Robert Jr. Nexan and honestly, the burly man always wanted to become a breeder but never had the opportunity to. He grew following his late father's footsteps and became a mechanic, spending his days fixing cars and trucks, being covered in oil head to toe and occasionally arguing with his boss who always wanted him to work miracles without the right parts.
The mother, meanwhile, was already crying wildly; she was always sensitive and this was particularly a strong reason to. As mentioned before, thousands of youngling were currently in the draw for the Ol Trainer Program and only twenty were chosen, to have your daughter's name in these twenty... The woman was sure that it was either destiny or a stronger force. She was particularly superstitious after all. Dalilah Fernandes Nexan was a woman that actually managed to live off the things she really enjoyed doing: Plants and helping others. As a botanist, she always had a strong knowledge regarding plants and herbs- and since she loved them a lot, the woman choose to set up a herbs shop, growing specific ones to help with illnesses and their treatments. With sections for both human and pokémon, her shop became a frequent stop for trainers trying to recover their pokémon - especially those inflicted with poison. Apparently carrying an antidote wasn't something.
Now, Ivy herself... She was slowly sinking back into reality. Her mind had wandered far, she was already imagining herself battling with the Elite, famous trainers around the world, collecting badges, discovering epic adventures, catching legendary pokémon - though, she wasn't so silly to think all that would come with the blink of an eye. The Ol Trainer Program gave a helping hand to starters, to trainers that would only begin their adventure. She had a very long way to go, but this was it. On a few days from now, she would begin her journey.
That day, Ivy couldn't even sleep. She just kept overthinking things, her first steps, where she would go... what she would achieve. Being the first one up at the next morning, she received the letter from the Institute personally. She must've read the letter at least fifteen times to make sure she wasn't misreading or missing an important detail. At 23rd of this month, she would finally get her first pokémon and start her own journey. She informed her family and they were quite supportive - even though they were worried at the same time, they wouldn't stand in the way of their daughter's dream.
Finally, the day where Ivy's journey would officially start. She woke up her father earlier than expected, being way too anxious to wait any further. The family had what could've been possibly the fastest breakfast ever before Robert drove them to Pallet Town, where the Institute was located. Ivy was dressed in a white tank top with, a black and green camo jacket, black cargo pants and a pair of dark brown boots. She had some accessories as well, such as headphones currently around her neck, fingerless brown gloves, her glasses and a loose dull yellow hat. The drive from their hometown to Pallet was actually short, but to Ivy, it seemed as if an eternity had passed.
They left her as close as possible. Both of her parents hugged her tight and said that she should be cautious and etcetera, before they left. Finally, the girl began walking towards the Institute. She was already feeling tremendously nervous and the sight of the amazingly huge structure only made the feeling worse. Her eyes widened behind the pair of glasses as she looked it from outside - words just couldn't describe the place. It was as if there was a city within a city. Dusting her chest and stomach with her hands and taking a deep breath, the girl entered the institute.
... Inside it seemed even bigger. A woman sat behind a desk - the receptionist, Ivy assumed. She tried to focus and move directly in front of the desk, where the woman greeted her warmly.
"Welcome to the Oak Institute, how may I help?" The girl nodded sharply, her hands already searching for one another, clasping together behind her back. "Ahh, hey there. I'm Vivienne Nexan, I was selected in the Ol Trainer Program..." Ivy informed the woman, who shortly after, replied back; "Right. Everything is in order with your registration. Now, you should head to the orientation room. If you head down the corridor to your right, follow the signs and they will take you to where you have to go."
Ivy flashed a smile and thanked her; "Thanks a lot. Take care!" And then she did as told. She felt so small within this place. It was large - way too large to be honest. Through the windows, she could see a room with many eggs - then, a room with a group of white-coats apparently studying or researching. Nearing the last corridor, she stopped still, briefly. The imagery was something that had either come out of a book or a child's mind: Beautiful, lush green forestry with a similarly dream-like river running across the place, so many pokémon that Ivy's eyes just couldn't register them all. She smiled broadly, knowing that her journey from now on would be filled with places just like that.
Finally reaching her destination, she entered the orientation room, only to be greeted by a man who called her out by name: "Welcome to orientation Vivienne. I'm Professor Hackett." She assumed that all of her information was passed by the receptionist. Smart and quick - this place was a mixture of natural beauty and technology. Marvelous!
"Hey there Mrs. Hackett." Ivy greeted the man back, just as he beckoned her over, informing the eager trainer; "If you want to come over here were can get you set up and off to the waiting rooms." Ivy listened to the request and hastily made her way across the room, stopping at the opposite table the scientist waited at. The man reached into a box and pulled out what was clearly a Pokedex, handing over to her.
"As promised in our letter here is your very own Pokedex. In addition to being a log of what pokemon you encounter it has additional functionalities. It is a mobile telephone, GPS, diary, music player and has many other functions. I could list them all for you now but you'd never get started on your journey." Oddly enough, hearing that it had a music player made the girl smile warmly. Her old music player was already starting to malfunction and it was driving her mad in all honesty. Still, the pokedex had a lot of functionalities that seemed extremely useful for a starter trainer, she couldn't imagine a trainer getting anywhere without one. "Wow, it's just awesome!" The scientist smiled and continued on.
"Exactly. It has come pre-programmed to include the phone numbers of your emergency contacts and Professor Oak. In addition to this we have..." As the man spoke he pulled out a card from the other box, "...your OI Card. This will get you fed and transported anywhere in Kanto at no cost to yourself. In addition it can also be used to book you into hotels." She couldn't keep her eyebrows from arching in surprise. Fed, transport and even hotels - all free of charge because of this lovely card here? Ivy knew that hte institute offered a lot of help but this was beyond measure. Before she could say anything, the man held out a handful of pokedollars to her. A courtesy.
"Oh my... I don't even know what to say..." The eager trainer was flustered, this was just so much - she had to keep herself from crying and further embarrassing herself. Apparently she was just as soft as her mother. Finally, Professor Hackett stood up and apparently picked up something else.
After he turned back, Ivy could see perfectly that what he held was a pokeball. She felt her heart skip a beat and exhaled a brief sigh, her breathing clearly becoming less stable. The man chuckled and held it out to her.
"And finally, I'm willing to bet you've been waiting for this. Go ahead, open it." Without another word, Ivy stood and extended her arm, picking the pokeball up. She eyed it over, holding the item close to her face before clicking the middle button - an arc erupted from it, a red flash quickly materializing in the shape of a... Cyndaquil. The pokemon yawned before shouting - as most pokemon - it's own name. Ivy, at this point, cried as she leaned down on her knees and wrapped her arms around the puzzled pokemon. It quickly warmed up to her, though.
The professor cleared his throat at a buzzling sound coming from his desk. "Apologies but I must interrupt. Another trainer is waiting for me so... I bid you and Cyndaquil good luck on your journey - please, don't forget the pokeballs over there and then you can leave through that door, over there." Ivy nodded, quickly gaining her composure back. She gave the cyndaquil a pat in the head and beckoned him to follow her. "Come on, Cyndaquil. Let's go." The pokemon replied with a 'Quil!' and the pair began walking, with Ivy briefly stopping to pick the pokeballs with her name before leaving through the door. There was a small corridor which led to a small area with various doors, each with an electronic panel above them showing a different number. Without overthinking things, Ivy made her way to the third door - she didn't regret a single bit of her decision. The comfortable room had a large TV showing: 'PLEASE WAIT', a table filled with all kinds of treat and food and inviting seats. The Cyndaquil and it's trainer approached the table, looking at one another with wild smiles. Ivy ate only a handful, while Cyndaquil seemed a little more intent on eating. Finally, they slowly made their way over to the couch - only to find another trainer and a pokemon sleeping there. A boy and a piplup.
Ivy wasn't sure if she should wake them up or let them rest - Cyndaquil, on the other hand - didn't think twice before releasing a loud: "Cyndaaaquil!" Which made Ivy quickly pick the pokemon up and cover it's mouth. "Don't do that, Cyndaquil! We don't even know them!"