pokegirl54
Fire trainer
~Chapter One~
Lotus
It was cloudy, calm evening in Brock's hometown Pewter City. Trainers and their trusty Pokemon strolled through the dirt streets of the city, shopping for unknown items just for their Pokemon.
In the house of Brock, Brock was busy cooking up a scrumptious, hot pot of gumbo for lunch for his slew siblings. "I'm going out to train with Onyx, Brock," Forest announced.
"Alright, but be back at 1:00 for lunch, okay," Brock replied.
"Oh, can we go watch Forest train, Brock?" Brock's entire brothers and sisters asked in unison.
"Okay, but be back at 1:00. Got it?"
"Got it!" they screeched, filing out of the door.
A cheery smile crossed Brock's lips, but then it reversed back to a frown. Brock was 18-years-old and rather handsome now. Sure he still had his usual spiky, dark chestnut hair, but he sort of matured away from his flirtatious act when he saw stunning women like Nurse Joy after Ash left to start another journey. Brock had come across Ash along with Pikachu and Ash offered for him to come along with him, but Brock declined because his parents were on a tour on the whole world right now and Brock was worried about his siblings their safety. He got to be lonely even though his brothers and sisters were around.
Brock gazed out at the silver colored clouds traveling across the formerly blue sky. Brock brushed the thought aside and continued chopping vegetables for his vegetable gumbo.
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In the forest nearby Pewter City a 17-year-old, plum haired with the most appealing maroon eyes female trainer frantically ran into Pewter City, her unconscious, bruised up Flareon carefully in her grasp. "Don't worry, Flareon, I'll get you to a Pokemon Center."
The woman scanned Pewter City wildly for the Pokemon Center. "Where is it!?" the asked herself, losing her patience. "Wait, maybe the Pewter City Gym knows where the center is it. The desperately dashed off towards the gym, where Brock was peacefully cooking.
The trainer banged audibly on the front door, pleading, "Help, help! My Flareon needs to get the Pokemon Center quick! Please open up!"
Brock opened the door. "Um, sorry, but the gym is closed today. I'm afraid ____" Brock stopped as he noticed how beautiful the appeared.
"Sir, I'm not looking for a battle. I just want to known directly where the Pokemon Center is."
"R-r-r-right over there," Brock stammered, pointing to the right.
"Oh, thank you, sir, I'm forever in your debt." The trainer left in a flash for the Pokemon Center.
"Wow, she's so beautiful," Brock commented, his face going tomato red. "I wonder what's her name?"
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~The Pokemon Center~
"Nurse Joy!" the screamed.
An alarmed Nurse Joy dropped her book. "Oh, dear, what happened to this poor Flareon, young lady?"
"Flareon and I were challenged to a Pokemon battle a couple of hours ago. The trainer that battled me turned out to be a band of bad guys that called themselves Team Rocket, Nurse Joy," she explained.
"Team Rocket? That name sounds familiar. Could you give me a description of Team Rocket?"
"Well, there was a talking Meowth, a red haired woman who had her hair in a swirling hairstyle named Jessie, and a boy with shoulder length blue hair named James. They tried to steal my Flareon and I got it back with my Roselia, but Flareon ended up falling in a river. It's terribly sick from falling in since it's a fire type."
"Now it's all coming back to me. Team Rocket is a dangerous group who disguise themselves. You should really be careful. Now, let me see your Flareon to do a check up on it. Chansey, get me a 2 feet stretcher, stat!"
"Chansey!" (Translation: "Right!") Chansey scurried off to get a stretcher.
"Will my Flareon be okay?"
"I'm sure she'll be. In the meantime, why won't you make yourself comfortable, Miss......."
"Lotus, Lotus Marine."
to be continued.......
Lotus
It was cloudy, calm evening in Brock's hometown Pewter City. Trainers and their trusty Pokemon strolled through the dirt streets of the city, shopping for unknown items just for their Pokemon.
In the house of Brock, Brock was busy cooking up a scrumptious, hot pot of gumbo for lunch for his slew siblings. "I'm going out to train with Onyx, Brock," Forest announced.
"Alright, but be back at 1:00 for lunch, okay," Brock replied.
"Oh, can we go watch Forest train, Brock?" Brock's entire brothers and sisters asked in unison.
"Okay, but be back at 1:00. Got it?"
"Got it!" they screeched, filing out of the door.
A cheery smile crossed Brock's lips, but then it reversed back to a frown. Brock was 18-years-old and rather handsome now. Sure he still had his usual spiky, dark chestnut hair, but he sort of matured away from his flirtatious act when he saw stunning women like Nurse Joy after Ash left to start another journey. Brock had come across Ash along with Pikachu and Ash offered for him to come along with him, but Brock declined because his parents were on a tour on the whole world right now and Brock was worried about his siblings their safety. He got to be lonely even though his brothers and sisters were around.
Brock gazed out at the silver colored clouds traveling across the formerly blue sky. Brock brushed the thought aside and continued chopping vegetables for his vegetable gumbo.
++++++++++++
In the forest nearby Pewter City a 17-year-old, plum haired with the most appealing maroon eyes female trainer frantically ran into Pewter City, her unconscious, bruised up Flareon carefully in her grasp. "Don't worry, Flareon, I'll get you to a Pokemon Center."
The woman scanned Pewter City wildly for the Pokemon Center. "Where is it!?" the asked herself, losing her patience. "Wait, maybe the Pewter City Gym knows where the center is it. The desperately dashed off towards the gym, where Brock was peacefully cooking.
The trainer banged audibly on the front door, pleading, "Help, help! My Flareon needs to get the Pokemon Center quick! Please open up!"
Brock opened the door. "Um, sorry, but the gym is closed today. I'm afraid ____" Brock stopped as he noticed how beautiful the appeared.
"Sir, I'm not looking for a battle. I just want to known directly where the Pokemon Center is."
"R-r-r-right over there," Brock stammered, pointing to the right.
"Oh, thank you, sir, I'm forever in your debt." The trainer left in a flash for the Pokemon Center.
"Wow, she's so beautiful," Brock commented, his face going tomato red. "I wonder what's her name?"
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~The Pokemon Center~
"Nurse Joy!" the screamed.
An alarmed Nurse Joy dropped her book. "Oh, dear, what happened to this poor Flareon, young lady?"
"Flareon and I were challenged to a Pokemon battle a couple of hours ago. The trainer that battled me turned out to be a band of bad guys that called themselves Team Rocket, Nurse Joy," she explained.
"Team Rocket? That name sounds familiar. Could you give me a description of Team Rocket?"
"Well, there was a talking Meowth, a red haired woman who had her hair in a swirling hairstyle named Jessie, and a boy with shoulder length blue hair named James. They tried to steal my Flareon and I got it back with my Roselia, but Flareon ended up falling in a river. It's terribly sick from falling in since it's a fire type."
"Now it's all coming back to me. Team Rocket is a dangerous group who disguise themselves. You should really be careful. Now, let me see your Flareon to do a check up on it. Chansey, get me a 2 feet stretcher, stat!"
"Chansey!" (Translation: "Right!") Chansey scurried off to get a stretcher.
"Will my Flareon be okay?"
"I'm sure she'll be. In the meantime, why won't you make yourself comfortable, Miss......."
"Lotus, Lotus Marine."
to be continued.......