Post by dkpepper on Oct 17, 2018 1:33:32 GMT -6
Tess passed through the sliding doors leading into New Bark Lab. The dull hum of machinery and an empty white room were all that greeted her. Not that she’d expected anyone to be here so early in the morning. She went to drop her bag down on the table near the door, but was stopped by a sudden mix of different noises coming from a side room. Suppose she wasn’t as alone as she thought. She listened for a few silent moments, before gingerly placing the tote down next to some-Ugh, paperwork.
The past week had been a blur of arriving in town, looking for work, finding an internship at the lab, and filing. So much filing. She’d not even had this job for week yet and already knew she’d die of boredom before her 18th birthday. It paid well at least, enough to get a proper meal or two in her every day. She’d debated on looking for a place to rent, but decided the sooner she’d saved enough to leave Johto the better. Even if it meant sleeping on park benches for a while.
Or camping in the woods, she thought, recalling the reason for her arriving before anyone else. One of the researchers, whose name she’d yet to memorize, had called on her for a special task. He’d asked her to go out and take some notes on the migratory patterns of different species of bird Pokemon. A task that would, naturally, require traveling all across the region. Apparently being young and already decently-traveled made Tess better suited for it than some of the older scientists or local assistants who’d never left town before. Or maybe he’d just sensed her growing displeasure and this was simply an act of mercy.
Still, to say she was even “decently-traveled” might’ve been overestimation of her abilities. The offer immediately brought memories of being chased by Beedrill, sneaking around sleeping Nidoran, and tossing what little food she had to lure Rattatas away. Shivering not from the chilly autumn evenings, but from the distant howls and cries of her beastly pursuers. She could still feel the Hoothoot watching her at night.
But anything was better than paperwork.
So, despite the little voice in her head begging her not to, she agreed to the job. On the condition that she was given a Pokemon of her own for protection. And maybe a little company. The researcher told her to speak with Professor Elm about it and that the sooner she left, the better. Until now, she’d only seen the head of the lab in passing, so she didn’t have a good grasp on his personality yet. She just hoped he was an early-riser. She cleared her throat and adjusted her coat before announcing in a carefully deepened voice.
“Um, Professor? I’m here to pick up a Pokemon?”
The past week had been a blur of arriving in town, looking for work, finding an internship at the lab, and filing. So much filing. She’d not even had this job for week yet and already knew she’d die of boredom before her 18th birthday. It paid well at least, enough to get a proper meal or two in her every day. She’d debated on looking for a place to rent, but decided the sooner she’d saved enough to leave Johto the better. Even if it meant sleeping on park benches for a while.
Or camping in the woods, she thought, recalling the reason for her arriving before anyone else. One of the researchers, whose name she’d yet to memorize, had called on her for a special task. He’d asked her to go out and take some notes on the migratory patterns of different species of bird Pokemon. A task that would, naturally, require traveling all across the region. Apparently being young and already decently-traveled made Tess better suited for it than some of the older scientists or local assistants who’d never left town before. Or maybe he’d just sensed her growing displeasure and this was simply an act of mercy.
Still, to say she was even “decently-traveled” might’ve been overestimation of her abilities. The offer immediately brought memories of being chased by Beedrill, sneaking around sleeping Nidoran, and tossing what little food she had to lure Rattatas away. Shivering not from the chilly autumn evenings, but from the distant howls and cries of her beastly pursuers. She could still feel the Hoothoot watching her at night.
But anything was better than paperwork.
So, despite the little voice in her head begging her not to, she agreed to the job. On the condition that she was given a Pokemon of her own for protection. And maybe a little company. The researcher told her to speak with Professor Elm about it and that the sooner she left, the better. Until now, she’d only seen the head of the lab in passing, so she didn’t have a good grasp on his personality yet. She just hoped he was an early-riser. She cleared her throat and adjusted her coat before announcing in a carefully deepened voice.
“Um, Professor? I’m here to pick up a Pokemon?”
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