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By the time the trio emerged from the forest, it was late in the afternoon. There was a short path ahead of them, and right around the bend was Pewter City. Dogwood thanked Hercules for showing him the way, and then returned the two Pokemon to their Pokeballs.
He followed the short path, and there it was; Pewter City! It was a very civilized town, with paved roads and fenced in yards. Off in the distance, he could see the Gym up on a hill. Of course, before he took on the gym, he needed to find a Pokemon Center. He followed the road and spotted it instantly. Pokemon Centers usually didn't blend in very well, and this one was no exception.
But before he could go in, he was stopped by an old woman, probably in her late 60's. "Excuse me," she said, "But did you get that costume from a man named Theodore?"
Dogwood was surprised, because he'd forgotten he was wearing it. It was surprisingly comfortable. "Yes, ma'am. Theodore gave me this costume, and I forgot to give it back..." He paused. How did she- "You wouldn't happen to be his wife, would you?"
The woman smiled, "Yes, that I am."
"Oh, good, then I can leave this costume with you." Dogwood removed the costume piece by piece, then handed it over to the old woman. "Tell Theodore I said thank you."
The old woman nodded appreciatively and walked away.
Dogwood had been wearing his clothes from before under the costume, of course. The egg was still in it's carriage on his back. The costume had a nice, arched back, so there was plenty of room for the egg, and he hadn't even needed to remove it. After some minor adjustments to his clothing, he headed in to the Pokemon Center.

Dogwood stood back up, "See if you can muster something up here. I'm gonna check on Hercules and Atlas." On the other side of the lot, Hercules and Atlas were going at it. Every time Hercules thrust his horn forward, Atlas would pull it down, heaving Hercules entire body in an arch, and flipping him on his back. Of course, Hercules didn't seem to mind. Maybe he was intentionally creating an opening.
Dogwood thought this was as good a time as any and started studying up on Hercules' moveset. He took out the Pokedex and flipped through the digital pages until he landed on the right one.
A little Heracross was seen thrusting his horn into a target. Megahorn.
The little Heracross dashed forward with a claw. Vacuum Wave.
Then it Hoisted a target into the air, which came crashing down. Seismic Toss.
And finally, in the last one, it was shown bringing a small boulder down on an airborne target. Smack Down.
Hercules was quite formidable. he looked up at the two Pokemon, still going through the motions. Dogwood was positive Hercules was doing it on purpose.
"Hercules," Dogwood shouted, "This time try and counter one of Atlas' attacks."
Atlas and Hercules stopped fighting and listened to Dogwood than turned back to face eachother. This time Atlas made the first move. He threw a fist at Hercules' head, but Hercules ducked. His horn slipped right between Atlas' exposed legs, and hurled the Scraggy through the air in one bold movement. That must have been Seismic Toss. "Good job, Hercules."

An hour had passed, and the sun was beginning to set. A few kids had gathered around to watch from a distance. Dogwood walked over to them. They were standing on the other side of the short picket fence, but they barely stood above it. "Enjoying the show?" Dogwood smiled.
One of the girls moved forward, "Wow, mistuh. Awe you gonna be in the Pokemon Contest tomowwow? You'we Pokemon awe so cool!"
"Pokemon contest," Dogwood asked sincerely, "What is the Pokemon Contest?" Dogwood wondered if it was like the Pokeathlon, a marathon for Pokemon that took place in Johto.
The girl pointed towards a building in the distance. It was an extravagant building, with decorated windows and a big banner outside that said "POKEMON CONTEST: TOMORROW! DON'T MISS IT!"
Dogwood wasn't unknown to the world of theatrics. He'd performed in a number of martial arts shows. They were quite enjoyable, and he was always a crowd pleaser. "Alright, I'll join the contest tomorrow."
"YAY!" the children squealed. "What's you'we name, mistuh?"
"My name is Dogwood, the martial arts master!" Kids were always enthusiastic about this type of thing, so he liked to play it up. "Woooow," they all chimed together.

The sun had now set, and the children were long since gone. "Alright guys, time to wrap it up. Since there's a contest tomorrow, it's likely that Brock will be in the crowd, and not at his gym. So we'll enter the contest, impress Brock, and then he'll have a fight with us." Sometimes Dogwood impressed himself with his bright ideas. He returned his Pokemon to their Pokeballs, picked up his egg, and headed for the Pokemon Center to sleep.

Her alarm started beeping up six o clock in the morning Kanto time! she grunted another day of living in this screwed up town... as she got up and stretched being sixteen years old she needed a pokemon adventure this was it as Sparkles her wonderful Squirtle woke up with a smile on her face. "you ready for this spark?" Spark nodded anxiolty waiting for her owner to get going. She got ready in five minutes had a shower in two minutes, got dressed and headed downstairs to greet Ryan the roomate ive been living with for the past 3 years. I skipped breakfast grabbing an energy bar on the go and gave a hug to Ryan "ill be home again one day and he smiled and waved as i grabbed my bag and ran out the door spark trailing behind. I was ready to start a new adventure with new pokemon but as i was walking around the city i started to wonder but how? I dont even know where to start her stomach started to grumble and muttered out loud "NOW Stomach your hungry and opened up her energy bar.

Rebecca decided it was her time to shine she ran out on the route to Diglett Cave. She wanted a ground type and since that was the only type she minded. Spark wobbled behind her as she checked her bag and saw ten pokeballs that Ryan had given her before she left. "aww how sweet of him she walked toward the end of the city not looking back and running into a guy that was heading for the contest hall. "oof she fell over backwards watch where you going Douche!"

"Thanks for the ride, Tom. See you later" Sean waved at that old man and his Charizard, they were a friend of Ed, his uncle who lives in Cinabar island, lucky to him because tom was on his way to pewter city, so he could use some ride. He streched his arm and look around, poor Sean. He forgot to take his pokenav which was given to him yesterday.
"No way, Im lost in the very first day of my journey? Man, My day can't be better!"
He sighed and look around, there was a crowd over there, but he wasn't sure that he'd found someone who wants to help him to find his way to the gym, finally, his eyes caught to people about his age were talking and looking friendly, without hesitation, he went to the yellow-haired guy. He poked him and tried to make this 'friendly expression' on his face.
"Um, excuse me, can you help me?"

Rebecca walked on by "come on Sparks lets leave this joint" and headed off towards Diglett Cave for something to do on this pokemon adventure. "thanks and got up and rushed off knowing the strange boy was clearly making fun of her after she fell by accident.

Glint walked to the north, past the contest hall - outside which people were starting to gather for the day's events - and toward a quiet street where all the houses were made of polished, grey stones. He looked at the posts outside each property for the number he was looking for. "Do you see it, Gruff? It must be around here somewhere."
"Oddish?" Coni asked. She was still sat on Gruff's back, looking up and around at the world.
"That's right, Coni, we'll be at your owner's house soon. Are you excited?" Glint asked.
"Odd?" Coni enquired.
"I'm looking forward to meeting him myself," Glint said. He walked along the street with Gruff at his side, looking at each post for the right number. "I don't understand this numbering system. You'd think it'd be odds and evens, like in Cerulean."
"Gruff ruff," Gruff said. He looked across to the other side of the cobblestone street, at a house with flowers around the doorway.
"You think that's it?" Glint asked. He looked up and down the street, but there were no vehicles in sight. Rush hour must have been over already. "Come on. Let's go see."

It certainly looked like the right place. The flowers were the biggest clue, before the number on the post confirmed it. Glint pushed the gate open and walked up the stony path.
"Oddish?" Coni asked.
"Yeah, this is it," Glint nodded. He moved up onto the wide and long flint step and tapped on the pane of stained-glass in the top panel of the wooden door. On the other side of it there were figures moving around. They seemed to stop and turn when Glint knocked. They were probably startled. Glint stepped back, so that he wouldn't be in the man's face when the door was opened.
A lock clunked, then the doorhandle moved down and the door was pulled open.
"Sceptile?"
"Whoa," Glint gasped. It wasn't a man, it was a sceptile. A pretty tall one--it matched Glint's height and may even have had a couple of inches on him. "Hey there, Sceptile. Is Mister Miyamoto home?"
The sceptile nodded, then sort of waddled backwards, careful not to knock anything over with its tail as it turned around. "Sceptie?"
"Yes? A visitor?" Mister Miyamoto called back. He shuffled down the stairs, always right foot first, clinging tight to the banister.
"Good morning, Mister Miyamoto," Glint said, informally bowing. "I'm Glint Hatcher. I brought your oddish."
"Ah, I should've guessed," Miyamoto said, as he reached the bottom of the stairs. "You look just like your grandfather--and your mother, not surprisingly. 'Cept the hair, of course. You should get that cut, young man."