Post by arcanine on Dec 2, 2018 0:42:19 GMT -6
 OOC: thanks! |
| T he years had blurred into unproductive pining, regrets, and washes of grey. Sometimes days had passed in that near vegetative state without so much as a memory of what had happened, blurring into the same nothingness as the day before. What ailed him was not that his mother had died, that he was back home, that he was bored, or that he had lost a dear friend in his selfish-tainted misadventure, but merely that he had failed. That simple truth was the keystone to his psyche, at it had taken him an inordinate amount of time to overcome. What broke him out of it wasn't a friend's guidance, an inspirational television program, nor even a self help book : merely the terror of continuing on this way until there was no time left to continue and finding himself in elderly death throes still a garden vegetable because his stubbornness and selfish pride prevented him from moving on with his life. And so, bitterly, he ate it and swallowed the rancid ordeal whole.And now he was here, standing in front of a teal-roofed, two-story building with more windows looking into the inside than he had routes into his soul. Uneventfully, he entered, taking a moment in the foyer for his eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting. He located the nearest white coat and began to converse. "Hello,", he said to the white coated lab fellow. "Oh hello, I've never seen you here, before.", the fellow replied, cheerily. "That's okay, I've got just what you needed.", and sprung into action faster than Yeo could process. Yeo found a wheely chair beneath his bottom and a portable microscope in his hands. Obediently, he looked through it. "I see one goop floating around with another goop.", he managed in the most scientific jargon he had available, unsure of what he was looking at. "You aren't the foreign exchange aide, are you...", the fellow puzzled aloud. "I'm here for my - ", Yeo began to explain. "I'm here for my free first pokemon", the fellow responded with a nasal quality, his voice helium-high with mockery. "And I'm not The Professor. You kids...", the fellow added on in a normal voice again, trailing off into a rant about being young and expectant of adventures and good times with no real respect for science, what they did here at the lab, or even pokemon themselves. Yeo absorbed the speech like a wax-coated, waterproof rock in a raincoat in a lake. Yeo continued sitting in the chair, microscope in his lab, dumb and unsure of what to do. The fellow grabbed the microscope with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a wordless "gimme that" if it were grunted, placing the equipment in an empty spot on a lab bench, and then became absorbed in his efforts with other, more expensive looking laboratory equipment. When Yeo still failed to move, the fellow waved his hand dismissively in the general direction of elsewhere. Yeo rose, took a few steps, and looked around for the man who would give him his first free pokemon. This wasn't his first rodeo, but it was his most embarrassing start thus far. He spotted a table with 4 suspiciously large and neatly arranged pokeballs, each with a different colored label and pokemon species name . He picked up the green-labeled ball, the first one, which contained a Chikorita, and still holding it in his hand, began to look around for someone to ask permission. Caught up in the moment, he had forgotten a bit of manners. TL;DR: Yeo holds the Chikorita pokeball and looks for someone to ask permission. |
Zeth "Yeo" Yeoman 
