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Consider a hobby. It might take your mind off things.

A rainbow flecked hand clutched the door's frame, the owner of the limb surveying the exterior of the area as if it were the cage of a wild beast. Her lips, thin and terse, was a forced flash across her face, despite her want to feign surety of her decision. Branch out, she had told herself. Converse with others. Consider a hobby. It might take your mind off things. Mr. Councillor's words were more than mere advice. Moreover, they were like an epitaph spoken of a greater, more profound, and equally uncaring good. To her chagrin, she was actually obeying like a child, but acting on her premeditated choices took an arduous effort without someone to guide her paint-stained hands to the door knob and gingerly force her to open it. The hundred second internal conflict ended with the unconscious push of her hand to the brass mechanism. A twist, a push, and a winding creak signified the inevitable. Standing at the agape mouth of the door, framed against the fluorescent lighting of the exterior hallway, Lennyka strode in and curiously mapped out where she'd nest her skinny bum.

There was but one lone chap situated near the center of the area, his stance comfortable, but certainly something of an act. What Executive wanted to be amongst his lowly inferiors? With her dark teal plait-tails trailing behind her like intertwined vines, the trainee made a beeline aim straight towards the concession stand. The snacks were not her main reason for being there, namely it was the desire to feel comfortable amongst company after months of physically avoiding others from grief and mourning, but acceptance, for Len, at least, was likely going to take a while.

Besides, I probably come off as shallow, she reasoned, considering how her physical prowess pretty much aerated unpleasantness. I envy open people . . . A watercolor masterpiece snaked its way over to the pretzel bowl, snagged a few of the aforementioned, and returned to the bosom of its bearer. Popping a few in her mouth, she chewed precariously, finding the ceiling the most mesmerizing piece of artwork at her workplace. I really should've washed my hands better before I came here, she aimlessly thought next, loving the random crack in the corner than was almost the outline of a Psyduck. Paints are a heck to scrub out though.

Genesis peeked into the room, blinking curiously. It looked as if poor Clyde was saddled with the job of welcoming their influx of trainees, and she didn't envy him one bit. She wasn't much of a social person, but then again, she doubted a lot of the Rockets were. At least she could put on an act, though.

She slid into the room, giving a friendly nod towards any who looked her way. She made a direct line towards the food-laden table, but if anyone thought she was there to make conversation, it was quickly dispelled, for she made no move to initiate contact. Just because she could play the part of an amiable person didn't mean she would. Instead, she focused only on capturing the wild chip beasties and herding them into her open mouth.

Psy! DUCK! Psy! DUCK! Psy! DUCK! Pssssssssyyyyyy Duuuuck!

The irritating chime of the pokemon shaped alarm clock roused the slumbering medic from her light sleep; it was early. Almost too early to actually be stumbling out of bed and dredging through her morning routine, yet Acacia found herself doing just that. Sitting up the slender built light-haired trainee licked her lips then yawned loudly as she pulled herself out of her silk sheeted bed and staggered in her dratini footsie pajamas towards the bathroom. Minutes bled into over half an hour before the light-haired medic exited fully dressed; prim and proper with her freshly washed hair gelled and styled in proper place.

Getting fully into the morning grind Acacia prepared her satchel as well as buffed and filed her well-maintained nails, she had a heavy schedule set for the day and needed to look her best, professionally perfect in every aspect including a light bit of make-up; lip gloss, power concealment, eyeliner, and a touch of pink shadow which made her crimson hued eyes sparkle and pop substantially.

Checking her watch the light-haired medic paced herself towards the third level floor of the base, there was a meeting of sorts for all trainees which sadly included her. Only a few months prior the punk-haired youth had been spending every waking hour with her nose stuffed into various medical textbooks and sullying her perfectly sculpted well-manicured hands on learning cadavers at a prestigious university yet here she was, a lowly peon starting at the very bottom of the totem pole with an evil organization oh how far she had fallen.

Peering towards the rather tucked away room that was used for conferences and other varying purposes Acacia flexed her fingertips and adjusted her uniform before suckling down a gulp of air and heading in the direction of the welcoming party.

Ring, ring, ring noisily chimed the sleek cellphone in the crisp, expertly pressed trousers that the low-ranking rookie medic wore.

“Hello---” Acacia paused for a moment as she listened to the person on the other end of the cell phone, rolling her wine red hues the overly-thin blonde leaned against the wall in the hallway, her mother had never been the sort that had decent timing. “Uh-huh? Really? No seriously? Wow mommy, that is good, uh-huh? Me? Oh you know---just relaxing---Oh yeah of course---the university is really something---super busy---this is the first time I have had a chance to---0h?” Acacia frowned as she pushed off of the wall with a slight grunt and a vex expression on her narrow face.

“No mommy it is okay, I understand, I love you, take care.” Mirthfully declared the slender woman as she slid her right hand into her pant pocket, the older woman on the other end of the phone voice softly spoke which caused Acacia to knit her eyebrows together, a sad deep frown found its way across her pale face. “Tell Daddy I said----uh---oh----sorry I have to go---bye! Love you!” With a brisk ramble of words the girl hung up the cell and slid it into her pocket before she had to listen or say more.

Dragging her thin hand across her gaunt cheeks the trainee sighed lightly as she found herself going stiff as she ambling into the decorated conference room, sighing deeply the slender boyishly framed medic dragged her left hand across her pale face then fastened on her bleach white smile, awkward.

Crimson hues upturned towards the ceiling, streamers of red and black adored the high surface in crisscross patterns. The overall aesthetics of the room lacked warmth and reminded the woman with the tapered-waist of cheap last minute parties that middle schools often held for students. For a few moments Acacia stood awkwardly as she debated placing her hands on her narrow hips or cross her arms over her chest however befuddled with her own movements the light-haired trainee rolled her eyes at herself before striding over towards the nearest seat that had been placed and sank down into the folding chair. Throwing a glance towards the redlined concession spread Acacia gave a scowl and pulled a face that denoted disgust. Communal bowls of sweets, greasy crisps, and salty pretzels weren’t exactly something that she herself would flock to yet it seemed like all of her peers were doing just that, hopefully they all had washed or sanitized their hands properly, just the thought made her gaunt face scrunch up with repulsion; at least the punch seemed to be something she could partake in.

‘Alright guys,’ casually began the man whom was obviously the supervisor of the event. The way he simply stood up and began without so much as a pause brought a tight wavering smile to the sporty-haired medic’s face; Clyde was all business and rather intimidating but the context of what he said wasn’t something that made her nervous. Once the man had finished his rather lackluster speech Acacia rose to her feet and approached the executive, for a moment she contemplated skating around the Goldilocks to address the man in charge however the medic merely came to a halt and waited her turn.

Tugging a bleach white glistening smile onto her narrow, pointed features the stick of a woman directed her gregarious expression solely towards Clyde. Extending her polished well-manicured hand towards the taller gentleman the short-haired pixie of a woman eased closer to the executive so that she could make direct eye-contact with the rather fearsome man.

“Acacia Cretchfield, sir. Medic,” she worded professionally but without sounding arrogant. “Rather, aspiring medic, my qualifications are all in check.” Acacia corrected herself flawlessly while adding her credentials towards the latter of her sentence in a flowery yet reassuring manner.

Doyle looked up from stealing all of the cookies (really there were a few left but not many) when Clyde began talking. He nodded back at the executive and listened. Ah field evaluation time. That brought back memories to when he had his. His had taken place in Unova, just after joining Team Rocket. He had to steal something from some museum and ended up messing it up. His only saving grace was the fact that he ended up stealing something more valuable than his original target.

He allowed the trainees to speak with Clyde about their evaluation dates first and then offer to help Clyde if he wanted/needed help. He munched on a couple of cookies while he waited. As he was waiting he was slightly surprised to see another Rocket lead Saya in by force. He raised a brow and then walked over. "Now what are you getting into Saya?" He asked while Clyde was still busy talking to another trainee.