Breeder Joe
05-07-2008, 08:43 PM
The beginning of a long journey
Zane led his hands across his poke balls, making sure he had every one of them. “Let’s see, Chaos, Sparky, Neo, Pluffle, Fluff, and…where’s Miss Snow?” He felt around the empty latch on his belt, where his prized pokemon was suppose to be. “Ugh, she should be right here!” He sorted through his backpack, his room, his house, yet no poke ball to be found. He looked out in his back yard, and spotted her special pink ball on his patio table. “Finally! How could she of been out here?” He glanced at his watch, a usual habit of his, and almost jumped out of shock. “Two o’ clock! I’ll be late!” He ran over to the gate that led his back yard to his front yard, and didn’t even take the time to open it. He jumped over it, using his arm as leverage when he crossed over. He practically flew! He lifted his bike up mid-run and jumped on. “I’ll be late if I don’t go top speed!” He reached down where his feet were pedaling like crazy and flipped a switch like mechanism. He gained speed faster than usual, but with the sacrifice of sharp turning abilities.
He pasted up a large line of people with signs saying “Win it for us Zane!”, “Go Zane Go!”, and an assortment of other encouraging signs. Zane was going to the Hearthome Pokemon Finals, one of the biggest Pokemon events in Sinnoh. He had already made it to the top four contestants of the tournament. The prize of this contest was very overwhelming, a ticket to Kanto. Kanto had recently shut off it’s ports to only a select few, because of the commotion with Team Rocket and all.
He past the marshy lands of Pastoria city and maneuvered around in a wild frenzy. As he looked around, and felt the win in his short, black hair, he drifted off into a little daydream, only half paying attention to the road ahead.
Zane was born and raised in Pastoria city. His Dad left when Zane was a child, not for personal issues, but his dad had a dream to find a special Pokemon. A Pokemon he would tell no one about until he found it. Zane’s dad was an expert Pokemon trainer, and had a unique ability. Zane’s dad, and his ancestors, could establish a spiritual bond and talk to Pokemon. The stronger the bond, the more numerous the abilities. If the bond was maxed to where the trainer and the Pokemon depended their lives on each other, than the trainer could talk to the Pokemon, feel their pain and joy, read their minds, and many other things. Zane hasn’t just yet discovered this talent, but he will some day.
Before Zane could realize what had just happened, he was in the air and then down into the slushy mud. He sat up, shook his head, and looked around to find out what had happen. He saw his bike trashed next to a rock. He had hit it while he wasn’t paying attention. He got up and wiped his clothes off, a bit dirty. He took off his backpack and pulled out a clean shirt. Within five minutes he was all clean and running for his life. He had to be at Hearthome city’s Megadome by 3:30 P.M. “Oh how I wish Ace wasn’t in the daycare and here…” Ace, was of course, his Swellow. And without Ace, he would have to Bike, run, or walk to everywhere he went. “Oh, I’m going to be late!”
Zane led his hands across his poke balls, making sure he had every one of them. “Let’s see, Chaos, Sparky, Neo, Pluffle, Fluff, and…where’s Miss Snow?” He felt around the empty latch on his belt, where his prized pokemon was suppose to be. “Ugh, she should be right here!” He sorted through his backpack, his room, his house, yet no poke ball to be found. He looked out in his back yard, and spotted her special pink ball on his patio table. “Finally! How could she of been out here?” He glanced at his watch, a usual habit of his, and almost jumped out of shock. “Two o’ clock! I’ll be late!” He ran over to the gate that led his back yard to his front yard, and didn’t even take the time to open it. He jumped over it, using his arm as leverage when he crossed over. He practically flew! He lifted his bike up mid-run and jumped on. “I’ll be late if I don’t go top speed!” He reached down where his feet were pedaling like crazy and flipped a switch like mechanism. He gained speed faster than usual, but with the sacrifice of sharp turning abilities.
He pasted up a large line of people with signs saying “Win it for us Zane!”, “Go Zane Go!”, and an assortment of other encouraging signs. Zane was going to the Hearthome Pokemon Finals, one of the biggest Pokemon events in Sinnoh. He had already made it to the top four contestants of the tournament. The prize of this contest was very overwhelming, a ticket to Kanto. Kanto had recently shut off it’s ports to only a select few, because of the commotion with Team Rocket and all.
He past the marshy lands of Pastoria city and maneuvered around in a wild frenzy. As he looked around, and felt the win in his short, black hair, he drifted off into a little daydream, only half paying attention to the road ahead.
Zane was born and raised in Pastoria city. His Dad left when Zane was a child, not for personal issues, but his dad had a dream to find a special Pokemon. A Pokemon he would tell no one about until he found it. Zane’s dad was an expert Pokemon trainer, and had a unique ability. Zane’s dad, and his ancestors, could establish a spiritual bond and talk to Pokemon. The stronger the bond, the more numerous the abilities. If the bond was maxed to where the trainer and the Pokemon depended their lives on each other, than the trainer could talk to the Pokemon, feel their pain and joy, read their minds, and many other things. Zane hasn’t just yet discovered this talent, but he will some day.
Before Zane could realize what had just happened, he was in the air and then down into the slushy mud. He sat up, shook his head, and looked around to find out what had happen. He saw his bike trashed next to a rock. He had hit it while he wasn’t paying attention. He got up and wiped his clothes off, a bit dirty. He took off his backpack and pulled out a clean shirt. Within five minutes he was all clean and running for his life. He had to be at Hearthome city’s Megadome by 3:30 P.M. “Oh how I wish Ace wasn’t in the daycare and here…” Ace, was of course, his Swellow. And without Ace, he would have to Bike, run, or walk to everywhere he went. “Oh, I’m going to be late!”