Luna Serpen, Sinnoh Ex-Grunt - [Ongoing]

"Huff, huff..."

How? How did you lose? How could Master CYRUS lose!?

You feel your lungs burning as you run as fast as you can down the rocks and cliffs of Mount Coronet. You only caught a glimpse but those piercing, glowing red eyes are etched into your soul. You swear, every shadow, every reflection, every inch of darkness has that THING gazing back at you. Judging you.

Just what in Hell could make that, that MONSTER!?

As you were running, you felt yourself step forward far more than you should have. Fear grips your heart as time seems to slow down around you. Looking down, you see a gaping hole of inky, eternal darkness rush up to swallow you whole. The last thing you see...

Are those red, glowing EYES.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Your eyes shoot wide open as you scream, thrashing around until you accidentally slip out of bed, landing onto the ground with an audible thump.

"Ow..."

Groaning, you sniffle and roll onto your back, tears forming in your eyes as you reflect on your life. Just, where had it all gone so wrong? Was it the mountain? You weren't there for the Lake Valor explosion, though you know the Magikarp had it coming. Was it joining Galactic in the first place? You weren't all that sure anymore. Has it really already been 5 years?

You sigh and look about the small apartment condo that you were given by the cops, as part of your parole. It was a rat-nest but it was your home for the past year. Now that you were 22, your birthday was just a few days ago, you were to be released out into that shitty world once again.

However, one little fault with it is that since you now have a criminal record, your occupation of "choice" is stuck firmly on Pokèmon Trainer. Only job that wouldn't fire you for being an ex-Grunt.

*BAM BAM BAM!*

"Hey, Lunatic! Keep it down will ya'?"

Right, Greg. Your asshat parole officer, how could you have possibly forgotten? He's only been tugging on your ball and chain for just about a year now. With a sigh you decide that answering him is better than not.

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir! Won't happen again"

"Damn fucking right it won't, now git yer fat ass up and outta here. I want ya ta go say yer goodbyes to tha folks in tha mine 'fore ya head on off on yer journey."

Shaking your head, you groan softly at the memories of the mine and slowly pull yourself up and onto your feet. You were never really suited for hard labor, but they made sure you worked off the slack in your job in... Other ways.

At the very least, Roarke is letting you catch your first pokèmon there. Sure, a Rock-type isn't the best starting out, what with you actually having to fight Roarke last due to the stupid terms and conditions, but the important thing is that you're going to be supervised by someone OTHER than Greg for your first catch. So that's something.

Getting dressed, you put on a set of plain white panties and bra, a dark blue skirt to compliment your tight-fitting ruby red shirt.

You huff as you look at yourself in the mirror, tucking a lock of moss-green hair behind your ear. Giving your wonderful Double D girls a little shake, you decide that you are finally good to head on off and take the first steps in your Pokèmon Journey!

//AUTHOR'S NOTE: Nicknames are customizable in the Customize tab! (I forgot to add this in earlier, sorry)