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Ryuuichi
Bjyerlfal City  || Camphor’s Lab: Reception Area  ||  Time: Morning

"Why am I doing this?"

This thought goes through the head of that fifth occupant of the lab's reception area. Said occupant is currently sitting quietly on one of the other unoccupied couches. His messy, unkempt, blonde hair is long enough to easily cover his eyes. His hair seems like it'd be any hair stylists nightmare with how many split ends and tangles present in his wavy locks. Coupled with his hunched over posture, seeing his face can only really be done if one looks from a lower angle. 

He seems tall, but his hunched over position coupled with his very baggy black jacket and sweats make it quite hard to tell how tall he actually is. Said clothes don't just seem baggy, but rather they look as if they are a couple sizes too big on him. These clothes also look like they have been worn for years as their color is quite faded and there are multiple lose threads present on the entire ensemble. 

This blonde, hunched over youth has thought that same thought many times not just since getting up, but over the past week since he got that application. In all honesty, he still can't believe he even got accepted. After all, the emails that had been sent had been quite harsh. 

The one from the assistant had been simple in it's harshness, yet had approved his application in the end? 

"about what happened to your sight; that's really whatever, but               you're not strong   at all.                         application approved"Frieda(?)

"I am weak after all... yet I can't even be weak properly since I came here. Why the hell is that?" He can't help but ask himself that as he feels the couch below him. How much did a nice feeling couch like this cost? "Right... I'm just here to repay my parents" he repeats this again a few times in his head, remembering his purpose for coming here. 

He can't be here for himself after all. With that in mind, he tries to recall if anything sent by Professor Camphor mentioned how much they'd be getting paid, yet all he can remember is the email he received from her specifically. 

"Well someone's living the well deserved consequences of their own reckless actions, eh? I'm not gonna sugarcoat it kid, you're a horrible dumbass for getting involved. In fact,               you are a liability              . I mean               I blame you."Professor Camphor(?)

Recalling what that email said makes this unkempt blonde's thoughts go silent. All except for one: 

"She's right in every way."

He can't find any way to refute those words at all. She hadn't even approved his application in that email. All she did was just send that truth his way. 

"So why is she giving someone like me a Pokémon? Or am I just the replacement for Dr. Feldman's grandson because she just needs someone? Maybe I'm just supposed to deliver it to either him or someone else and it's not for me at all." The hunched over youth thought about his bi-monthly checkup he had the day after filling out that application. 

His doctor, Doctor Feldman, had mentioned that he was the one who sent him the job posting and how those who accept it will get their own Pokémon. He had also sent it to his grandson for a reason this forgetful young man can't remember, but his grandson had turned it down. 

The more he entertains these thoughts though, the more he begins to accept it as the present reality. He has no way of confirming it though, so he just chooses to accept it. Even with that acceptance of this, he can't help but lower his head a bit more than it already is. 

"I should have realized this was just a delivery job." As he thinks this he puts his hand on the camping bag next to him. Sleek, lightweight, durable, and a bit pricey. A bag perfect for any outdoorsman or aspiring Pokémon trainer. In it are many essentials as well, many of which had been a bit pricey relatively speaking. The cheapest things in there are his own clothes that came from the same cheap thrift store as his current haphazard outfit. 

All it cost him was his tablet. He recalls his parents being reluctant to sell it, but they accepted his request in the end and sold it anyway. After all, it was for this grand adventure they were convinced he was going on. 

"In the end, I'll just disappoint them again..." he can't help but think of them. As he does, he remembers that feeling. "They felt so bright... when I told them. Now I'm just going to make them dim again..."

He can't help but remember how this is the second time in four years where it seems like he was doing something right, he just ended up doing something wrong. His previously quiet, inaudible breathing sped up just a tiny bit. He recalls that. How bright it had felt. The left side of his head begins to throb. 

He doesn't have his tablet. There is no mindless music to pump in his ears or podcasts to turn off his brain. 

"I... just stop I--"

He feels a light in front of him as he hunches over a bit a lower without realizing it. 

"----- You want some? Uh...what was your name again?"

A voice enters his ears and the fresh smell of coffee brings him back into reality. Its strong enough to pull his focus away from the light he had begun to feel and everything that came with feeling said light. 

The black garbed youth had no idea what this person was offering. Is it food? Is it coffee? He isn't sure. He had been so immersed in his own head that the entirety of their conversation had washed over him. 

He isn't sure what to say. Part of him wants to just ignore the young man in front of him in hopes that he would go away. Another part of him is afraid that if he does this then the light, or whatever it is that he "feels", will come back. He hasn't told anybody about it before. Not even his parents or doctor. 

After a very long, very awkward silence he finally responds. 

"R...Ryuuichi and... no thanks" says his quiet, raspy voice. He doesn't even bother raising his head to look in the eyes of the person who approached him. In Ryuuichi's mind, things like eye contact are pointless. It is for the same reason he isn't even bothered by his hair covering his eye and eye patch that he wears on the left. 

He is blind after all. 

Even when he felt that, he still has always been in complete darkness. It had been four years since he had last seen anything at all, including light. 

Ryuuichi doesn't say much after that, but he does sit up a bit though so he's no longer hunched over. This makes him seem a bit taller, but not by much as he is still slouching. Its better than being hunched over though. 

Pokémon
N/A

Money
000.001.000P

Camper Bag
Potion [x1]

Tablet [Sold!]
Headphones [Sold!]
White Collapsible Cane
First Aid Kit [New!]
Blindfold [Added to First Aid Kit]
Bandages [Added to First Aid Kit]
Eye Care Products [Added to First Aid Kit]
Spare Prosthetic Eye [Added to First Aid Kit]
Pain Medication
Camping Kit [New!]
Thrift Store Clothes x5 [New!]

Interactions 
GM [Rivals] | @Savo

Updates
Backstory | [The Appointment] Added 
Inventory > Camper Bag
Dreams Updated 
People | [Doctor Feldman], [Mrs. Kashima], [Mr. Kashima] Added

I always gather some thematically appropriate songs for all the player characters in the RPs I join (except I haven't been approved yet, so potentially premature). So, after a bit of work, BEHOLD!

Your very own theme songs! Perfectly matched to each, individual character!

(This is meant to be silly, no be mad, 'kay?)

Now it'd be horribly unfair if I got to pick my own cahracter's theme after choosing all of yours, wouldn't it?

EDIT:

The hardest people to find songs for were Alexander and Hazel.
And for Mahiru, it was either this or Katy Perry's "Hear me roar!", but nobody deserves that.@Xaltwind

In some ways Ryuuichi's... kinda fits at certain parts. In other ways it is indeed very silly. Perfectly balanced lol.

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