[HEADING=1]THE ROAD TO INDIGO: CHAPTER 1: Intros and Out we Goes[/HEADING]
"Ah yes, Pokemon League registration day! How I love it so! Fresh young faces, eager and full of life. Ready to go off on an adventure with their Pokemon. It's days like this that keep me young again." Professor Oak stood in the mirror straightening his collar. "Boy I tell you, nothing I love better than sending little kids out into the wild with nothing but tiny creatures to protect them, yessir!"
"Gramps, who are you talking to?" The Viridian City Gym leader, Gary Oak entered the room to see if his grandfather was finally ready. "There's no one in here."
"Sure there is! The Pokemon listen to me! Or at least, they will until I give them to the trainers!"
"You don't have anymore Pokemon to give away Gramps! You gave away your last one ten years ago, remember? That Bulbasaur you gave to that homeless guy? Who ended up going on a drug crazed rampage off of it's spores?"
"Oh yes, I remember now! Little Johnny was so happy. Yes, but then how will these new Trainers get their Pokemon?"
"They've already caught their own."
"Really? Kids these days. So self reliant. In my day ten year olds just sat around drooling on themselves and playing jacks."
"Christ Gramps, they aren't kids! The youngest is 15, and I'm pretty sure I saw half of them out drinking in Viridian last night!"
"My my, they grow up so fast. Well, I'm sure they will still enjoy their Pokedexes. I made them myself you know!"
"No you don't, we get them shipped in from Hoenn every time we need a batch. The last one you actually built contained nothing but dirty limericks and your grocery lists from the past two years."
"Yes well, let's get ready then. Come on downstairs...um...what was your name again?"
A nervous twitch appeared in Gary's left eye. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE OLD MAN! MY NAME IS GARY! GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK! I'M YOUR GRANDSON!"
"Oh yes! I remember now. Your name is Gary. Well let's go downstairs Gary." With that, Professor Oak began shuffling towards the stairs.
"God damn it. I shouldn't have to do this. I'm a gym leader. Where the hell's that Tracey guy? Never see him around here, he should be doing this!! Probably off scarfing down more donuts." Gary then followed his grandfather towards the stairs.
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Jordan yawned as the sunlight woke him out of his little snooze on the Pallet beach. He had been in town for a few days now, doing nothing but snoozing and cruising around looking for ladies. There weren't any, except for that one lady who kept giving her looks, but she looked old enough to be his mom. He wasn't having anyone's mom like that. He had let Vince, his young Scyther, sit out of it's Pokeball on the beach. It was already well awake, chopping at the air with it's scythes. They weren't very smooth motions, but then it was only a few days old. It looked pretty good considering.
"Aaaaaaahhh. Aw man, that was such a good sleep, little Vince bro. Totally awesome. So you ready to go meet this old guy, get some thing?"
"Scyther Scy! Scyther! Scy!" Yes! Let's do it! I want to fight something! And chop it!
"Hahaha, I have no idea what you're saying little bro. OK, let's get over there then." Jordan scooped up his meager belongings and tucked them all into his sleeping bag, which doubled as his backpack. He returned Vince to its Pokeball and set out on the short trip to Oak's Laboratory, or whatever it was called.
"Ah yes, Pokemon League registration day! How I love it so! Fresh young faces, eager and full of life. Ready to go off on an adventure with their Pokemon. It's days like this that keep me young again." Professor Oak stood in the mirror straightening his collar. "Boy I tell you, nothing I love better than sending little kids out into the wild with nothing but tiny creatures to protect them, yessir!"
"Gramps, who are you talking to?" The Viridian City Gym leader, Gary Oak entered the room to see if his grandfather was finally ready. "There's no one in here."
"Sure there is! The Pokemon listen to me! Or at least, they will until I give them to the trainers!"
"You don't have anymore Pokemon to give away Gramps! You gave away your last one ten years ago, remember? That Bulbasaur you gave to that homeless guy? Who ended up going on a drug crazed rampage off of it's spores?"
"Oh yes, I remember now! Little Johnny was so happy. Yes, but then how will these new Trainers get their Pokemon?"
"They've already caught their own."
"Really? Kids these days. So self reliant. In my day ten year olds just sat around drooling on themselves and playing jacks."
"Christ Gramps, they aren't kids! The youngest is 15, and I'm pretty sure I saw half of them out drinking in Viridian last night!"
"My my, they grow up so fast. Well, I'm sure they will still enjoy their Pokedexes. I made them myself you know!"
"No you don't, we get them shipped in from Hoenn every time we need a batch. The last one you actually built contained nothing but dirty limericks and your grocery lists from the past two years."
"Yes well, let's get ready then. Come on downstairs...um...what was your name again?"
A nervous twitch appeared in Gary's left eye. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE OLD MAN! MY NAME IS GARY! GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK! I'M YOUR GRANDSON!"
"Oh yes! I remember now. Your name is Gary. Well let's go downstairs Gary." With that, Professor Oak began shuffling towards the stairs.
"God damn it. I shouldn't have to do this. I'm a gym leader. Where the hell's that Tracey guy? Never see him around here, he should be doing this!! Probably off scarfing down more donuts." Gary then followed his grandfather towards the stairs.
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Jordan yawned as the sunlight woke him out of his little snooze on the Pallet beach. He had been in town for a few days now, doing nothing but snoozing and cruising around looking for ladies. There weren't any, except for that one lady who kept giving her looks, but she looked old enough to be his mom. He wasn't having anyone's mom like that. He had let Vince, his young Scyther, sit out of it's Pokeball on the beach. It was already well awake, chopping at the air with it's scythes. They weren't very smooth motions, but then it was only a few days old. It looked pretty good considering.
"Aaaaaaahhh. Aw man, that was such a good sleep, little Vince bro. Totally awesome. So you ready to go meet this old guy, get some thing?"
"Scyther Scy! Scyther! Scy!" Yes! Let's do it! I want to fight something! And chop it!
"Hahaha, I have no idea what you're saying little bro. OK, let's get over there then." Jordan scooped up his meager belongings and tucked them all into his sleeping bag, which doubled as his backpack. He returned Vince to its Pokeball and set out on the short trip to Oak's Laboratory, or whatever it was called.
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