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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 5:37 pm
The truck was crowded and the ride was bumpy. The youth, probably the youngest there, sat between two older men who were talking over his head about their entrance exams into the group. The youth sighed and almost fell out of his seat (as did a few others) when the truck came to an abrupt halt. The chatting stopped, and the little Pokemon, a Cyndaquil from home, looked about frantically. The back door opened and Gunther put a hand over his eyes. It was bright, which meant it was at least sunny. From the duration of the ride, he thought it would have been dusk at least. Single file, the new bloods exited the truck. Only the driver and the woman who opened the door wore uniforms. The trainee's were pressed inside the building and handed black clothes and silver gloves. Gunther's uniform was a little different, indicating he was the lowest and weakest - and youngest. Most other's got Grunt uniforms; his was still a trainee. The ones who received Grunt uniforms left leaving him and two others behind. From there, they went all their own ways.
Gunther quickly changed into his uniform. He was anxious, but it was an exciting anxious. He looked over at his Cyndaquil, Clyde, and smirked. His Cyndaquil coo'ed at his masters new clothes. He looked good in them (even if their did look a little dull and plain). He played with his hat, trying to find a good position for it. He never liked hats, much to his scalps disdain. It was damaged from sunburns in the hot summer days... The youth exited the bathroom of the Trainee's quarter and looked around. It was quiet, everyone must have been downstairs training already, being lectured, or in the Cafeteria. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled. The Cafeteria sounded good right about now. He hadn't eaten since before he boarded the truck.. Which was many hours ago.
Gunther breathed in to calm himself from the butterflies and excitement, and picked up his pet. He pet his head whilst in his arms and made his way to the elevator to go down to the first floor to the Cafeteria. Luckily, there were arrows in the halls to point the newbie in the direction of the elevator. If they weren't there, he might have wandered forever in the same block of floor. He waited at the door, frantically and impatiently pressing the red button. When the door opened, he looked in and saw it was already occupied. He shyly moved into the small space and stood beside him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:14 pm
The person already inside was a young man with sandy blond hair and glasses standing, though not leaning, against the back wall. Though he was coming from the upper floors where the higher ranks had their dorms and offices, he wore a button-up shirt and jeans instead of a uniform and a pleasant expression. As Gunther moved to stand beside him, he offered him a mild smile. "First day?" he asked.
There was a green-eyed Pikachu near the blond's feet who cocked his head and looked the grunt up and down. "Pi pika," it commented, sounding unimpressed.
Perhaps Gunther had gotten the wrong elevator.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 8:52 pm
Gunther made a sudden movement when he saw the agent in the back of the elevator when the door opened. Is there another elevator somewhere? I-Ican't get on with him! He's an agent!, he thought to himself, a little anxious to be so near a higher up. He was a rookie, after all, and in no position for praise yet. Shyly, he inched inside, and then he jolted inside when the doors almost squashed him. He leaned against one of the side walls with Clyde in his arms securely. Suddenly, Clyde jumped out of his arms an looked at the green eyes Pikachu on the floor. "Cyndaa!" it shouted gleefully, putting out a tiny arm as if it were about to shake it's hand. Gunther looked up at the agent. "Oh umh. Yes...?" he managed to squeak out. "This.. place is very... big..." the youth said, trying to spark conversation. As shy as he was, what a diabolical plan it could have been if he befriended an agent. "...Does the cafeteria.. serve good food?" he asked with a little more confidence. Food always got his attention.
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