-- a pleasant picnic among filth. [mod]

[amrak ┅]

  Dawn cast its soft pink rays over Featherwing, just how Florence preferred it. Her night had been spent in the local Pokemon Center in a kindly provided little cot, and much to her delight her timid new starter had even felt comfortable enough to curl up beside her. Now, the day was young. Although Featherwing never entirely slept, people and creatures alike could be seen emerging from all cracks and crevices, stoic business men in their crisp suits mingling with vagabond young trainers. Therefore, Florence hoped she would blend in semi-comfortably - looking like a fool on her first "official" day of training wasn't something she was particularly after.

  Maybe then it would've been a good idea to plan a destination – hell, even some vague course of action – that morning rather than simply choose a direction and follow, rejecting maps in favor of unknown adventure (and partially out of laziness, too). The girl wove between civilians on the crowded sidewalk, having grudgingly decided to keep both her Pokemon in their containers lest they be separated in the urban mayhem. She did keep her Buizel's ball clasped tightly in her left hand, however, as she ducked into the closest alleyway, hoping for some momentary relief from the overflowing streets.

  Thankfully, the lane was comfortably wide. She briefly poked about, finding a decently clean place to plop down and pull her bag into her lap with an exaggerated huff. First she released Octavia, who greeted her with a humble “Bu,” then briskly dug into her Pokeball compartment before Alset, too, joined them. "Heya, guys. Hungry? I nabbed this from the Center for y'all in case you want something before we start trainin' or whatever, y'know." Florence spouted happily, dangling a small sandwich baggie that she'd retrieved from yet another pocket. Its contents was but a simple sandwich, which the trainer promptly tore in two and offered a half to each of her Pokemon.

  The Elekid scrutinized the sandwich for a moment, awkwardly rotating in his bulky hands before beginning to tear small bites from it, whilst the Buizel, despite her lingering shyness, swiftly devoured it all. “Zoolll.” She mumbled between licks, the sticky, nonetheless tasty substance stubbornly clinging to the roof of her mouth. Thoroughly amused, Florence patted both of them on their heads and explained once her laughter died down, “It's peanutbutter. I use'ta eat it all the time. I figured you two might like it, Octavia sure does.” The otter sounded her approval, and Florence gave another quick look around before relaxing up against the brick wall behind her. Training would start soon, she assured herself.

[| odysseus]

Food. Humans had it, their obedient Pokémon had it, hell, even the lesser scavenging Pokémon always had it. Food seemed to be everywhere…but in the poor little Mankey’s stomach. It was a wonder she was surviving in town with such little resources there were. If she was savvy in surviving elsewhere she would have gladly left a while ago, but doesn’t know anything but city life. As much as a grind as it was. She’d recently resorted to laying claim to some dumpster behind a cheap Chinese take-out, running a small family of Rattata out. That wasn’t her most shining moment, but she was starving, and it managed to give sustenance, if only for a few days. Besides, they were Rattata: there were gifted with small bodies and a stomach that could digest a freaking rock! A wild and growing Mankey could survive off garage for so long, however. Perhaps if she had the eye-catching pink coat of a Snubbull, or the babyish charm of an Azurill, food wouldn’t be so hard to come by. But no, here she was, inside another dumpster in some run-down alley.

She was a pathetic sight indeed, but apparently not pathetic enough to be tossed some scraps here and there. Then suddenly, as if to tease her stomach further, the smell of fresh food graced her nostrils. The Mankey snorted and rose from within her filthy pen in order to locate the source. Sure enough, sitting upon a pretty little blanket were two Pokémon and one human. All three were enjoying a white, triangular piece of something with a brown…substance oozing out of the sides at each bite. Her mind made up, the fighting type fell over the rim of her dumpster and woozily approached the trio, an accusing finger pointed toward them. The Mankey would have to fight them for it; she grew up without knowledge of any other way of acquiring something that was so rare amongst wild Pokémon. The pig-monkey Pokémon danced from foot to foot before letting loose a ferocious screech and going in for a Low Kick on the Electric type Pokémon. “Mankeeeyyy!”

A wild Mankey has attacked!

Female.
Level: Five.
Covet | Scratch | Low Kick
Leer | Focus Energy