Rochelle was taking her time walking through the city, unsure of what she should be doing or where anyone else was. Maybe they were already challenging the Gym in Cerulean, or out training somewhere... they could be all over the place for all she knew. She would have to call someone to find out.
After coaxing Natalya off of her arm and up onto her shoulder, Rochelle raised her left arm and flipped open the top of her Pokégear, selecting the small cellphone icon. The list of numbers she had stored blinked into life: aside from those belonging to her home phone and parents' cellphones, she had phone numbers belonging to... Jordan. His was the only one. No-one else had written their number down in the café in Pewter, when she had suggested it. Slightly bugged by this lack of co-ordination among the group, Rochelle closed the Pokégear and resumed her wandering route back to the Pokémon Center. She resolved to pester almost everyone else for theirs; that way situations like this wouldn't happen in the future.
As Rochelle walked along, coming to an intersection, Natalya was looking around all over the place. Spotting something, she chirped once in her Trainer's ear and jumped off of her shoulder. The little bird flew around Rochelle's head once before coming to a stop in midair, pointing with her beak back down the path they had taken. "Krow, Murrrkrow," she chirruped, seeming insistent about something.
"What? What is it?" Rochelle asked, confused. She turned to look behind her, and saw nothing out of the ordinary at first, just people going about their daily lives... and then she saw the black and grey Pokémon walking alongside a familiar figure. The Pokémon was about three feet tall... Rochelle wondered what it was, and where Simon had found it. She waved to the other Trainer as Natalya shot off in flight to get a closer look. Not that she needed it; as a bird Pokémon, she probably had better eyesight than Rochelle.
The Trainer followed in her Murkrow's wake, heading back down the road to meet up with Simon. Natalya circled back and landed on her shoulder as she got closer, ready to intervene if necessary. She wanted no harm to come to Rochelle.
After coaxing Natalya off of her arm and up onto her shoulder, Rochelle raised her left arm and flipped open the top of her Pokégear, selecting the small cellphone icon. The list of numbers she had stored blinked into life: aside from those belonging to her home phone and parents' cellphones, she had phone numbers belonging to... Jordan. His was the only one. No-one else had written their number down in the café in Pewter, when she had suggested it. Slightly bugged by this lack of co-ordination among the group, Rochelle closed the Pokégear and resumed her wandering route back to the Pokémon Center. She resolved to pester almost everyone else for theirs; that way situations like this wouldn't happen in the future.
As Rochelle walked along, coming to an intersection, Natalya was looking around all over the place. Spotting something, she chirped once in her Trainer's ear and jumped off of her shoulder. The little bird flew around Rochelle's head once before coming to a stop in midair, pointing with her beak back down the path they had taken. "Krow, Murrrkrow," she chirruped, seeming insistent about something.
"What? What is it?" Rochelle asked, confused. She turned to look behind her, and saw nothing out of the ordinary at first, just people going about their daily lives... and then she saw the black and grey Pokémon walking alongside a familiar figure. The Pokémon was about three feet tall... Rochelle wondered what it was, and where Simon had found it. She waved to the other Trainer as Natalya shot off in flight to get a closer look. Not that she needed it; as a bird Pokémon, she probably had better eyesight than Rochelle.
The Trainer followed in her Murkrow's wake, heading back down the road to meet up with Simon. Natalya circled back and landed on her shoulder as she got closer, ready to intervene if necessary. She wanted no harm to come to Rochelle.