Post by gRav on Feb 27, 2011 21:03:52 GMT -5
Beau Alexander
[/color][/size][/font][/right]Beau Alexander had been waiting for this exact moment for years. Maybe even his whole life. So why was it that he felt not excitement but some storm of emotions much closer to fear? Around him, the day was placid. He could feel sun on his arms and neck when the breeze stilled. Pallet Town's soundtrack consisted mostly of distant conversation, spring birds, and the occasional cry of far-off wild Pokémon. His palms were sweaty and his knees felt hollow. Sure, he'd used his parents' Pokémon at home, but never for battle. And he'd heard a thousand times (at school, from family, in snippets of passing conversations) that it was a whole different relationship once it was your own Pokémon. Thus, doubts had begun to spring up in his mind. What if my Pokémon hates me?And so it was with much conflict that Beau Alexander stood with his fists balled and clenched, in front of the closed metal gate of Professor Oak's Pokémon Lab. His stomach was full of birds, his breath quick and shallow. This is the moment. Squinting through the sunshine, Beau read and reread the sign; Oak Pokémon Research Laboratory. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and pushed open the gate. The pathway leading up to the building was steep, and in the climbing heat he had to stop and brush his sleeve across his forehead several times. When he did finally make it to the building, he paused, breathing hard. The windmill looming behind the lab turned lazily in the weak wind; Beau turned to face the breeze, letting its cool fingers comb the dampness from his bangs. Then, he turned and pushed the door open.
The first thing Beau was aware of was the temperature; much more comfortable than the direct and persistent late spring sun. It took a moment for his pupils to adjust to the minimal lighting inside. Outside, the day was bright, and the artificial lighting in the lab was far too weak for him at first. He stood dumbly for a moment, rubbing his eyes and blinking. He had no clue what to do, and so just stood awkwardly, scraping a toe against his other ankle and looking around with a hand clasped to the back of his neck. A blush spread across his face. These people probably don't want me here... He shrank into himself, glancing around sheepishly.