Post by Argyle on Jul 26, 2014 5:19:20 GMT -5
Wesley was having some serious doubts at this point. He had already accepted his choice as the correct one. He sincerely wanted to bond with White and help him grow, so that was not the problem. The problem was that he had no clue as to where he might even begin. It wasn't like he could just go out and start catching more pokemon like all the other eager trainers. After all, White was not exactly fit for fighting given his nature. It would be wrong of him to just throw him into a fight, wouldn't it? At the same time he couldn't just run from everyone and everything or he would just get nowhere. Going back to Idina so soon was out of the question, both for White's sake and that of his own pride... not that he was the prideful type. Yep, he was in quite the rut. Ohh well, he'd find a way out of it. He always did. So after a slight laugh and a quick run of his hand through his hair, he breathed out all his apprehension and started walking.
First things first, he decided that he had to find somewhere to spend time with White. Somewhere away from Idina, away from trainers, and away from hostile pokemon. So he walked along the path with his hood up, hands in pockets, a glare on his face, and otherwise just trying to look unwelcoming as he avoided looking into the eyes of any other trainers he passed by. He kept his eyes out for a spot that looked like pokemon wouldn't live or prowl. Luckily 'Route One' was had a fairly wide range of view so it wasn't too hard for him to do so. There was a lot of grass and trees, but after an hour or so of walking he managed to find a relatively empty clearing near the road. He decided to settle here as he set down his backpack, took out White's pokeball, and sat on the dirt. He laughed inwardly as the thought of a diglett appearing to ruin his plans. With his luck he wouldn't doubt it. "Well... lets get started", he said with a sigh as he release the Cubone from his ball.
With a flash of light the pokemon materialized in front of him. Wesley watched silently as White took a second to take in his surroundings. He was slightly bewildered and, of course, uncomfortable with the change in environment and perhaps his new and somewhat unwanted relation with this new trainer. He started to tremble slightly as his eyes wandered down to the dirt below. Wesley was equally uncomfortable, but he'd be damned if he didn't give this an earnest attempt even after his failure in the cottage. "Hey", he said in greeting though his soft, albeit apathetic expression remained unchanged. There was an awkward pause as White simply looked between the floor and the child, obviously unsure of how to respond. Then Wesley spoke up once more, "So... you like games right? Want to play a game?" At this the boy reached into his pack and pulled out a single coin. He turned back to the Cubone and began to state the rules, "Alright, I am going to toss this coin into the air. When it comes back down I'm going to catch it and you tell me which hand I caught it in, okay?" At this White stared quietly for a moment as he hesitated. He didn't really understand the boy's intention but they seemed friendly enough. So he nodded and watched as the trainer smiled ever so slightly in response. They then flicked the coin into the air. The coin didn't go very high and so came down slowly. Also the trainers hand were fairly far apart so when the coin returned to a level even with his hands it was fairly obvious that the trainer had caught it in the higher right hand. So he motioned toward that hand. The boy smiled and nodded, stating "Thats right", before flicking the coin back into the air once more. This time the coin flew even higher, and as it came down the trainers hands were faster and closer together. Still, he guess it correctly: the left and this time. Then a third time, and a forth. By the time they reached the fifth toss, little White was practically guessing which hand it was in. Wesley had learned this sort of thing a long time ago from his father and had practiced out of boredom ever since.
First things first, he decided that he had to find somewhere to spend time with White. Somewhere away from Idina, away from trainers, and away from hostile pokemon. So he walked along the path with his hood up, hands in pockets, a glare on his face, and otherwise just trying to look unwelcoming as he avoided looking into the eyes of any other trainers he passed by. He kept his eyes out for a spot that looked like pokemon wouldn't live or prowl. Luckily 'Route One' was had a fairly wide range of view so it wasn't too hard for him to do so. There was a lot of grass and trees, but after an hour or so of walking he managed to find a relatively empty clearing near the road. He decided to settle here as he set down his backpack, took out White's pokeball, and sat on the dirt. He laughed inwardly as the thought of a diglett appearing to ruin his plans. With his luck he wouldn't doubt it. "Well... lets get started", he said with a sigh as he release the Cubone from his ball.
With a flash of light the pokemon materialized in front of him. Wesley watched silently as White took a second to take in his surroundings. He was slightly bewildered and, of course, uncomfortable with the change in environment and perhaps his new and somewhat unwanted relation with this new trainer. He started to tremble slightly as his eyes wandered down to the dirt below. Wesley was equally uncomfortable, but he'd be damned if he didn't give this an earnest attempt even after his failure in the cottage. "Hey", he said in greeting though his soft, albeit apathetic expression remained unchanged. There was an awkward pause as White simply looked between the floor and the child, obviously unsure of how to respond. Then Wesley spoke up once more, "So... you like games right? Want to play a game?" At this the boy reached into his pack and pulled out a single coin. He turned back to the Cubone and began to state the rules, "Alright, I am going to toss this coin into the air. When it comes back down I'm going to catch it and you tell me which hand I caught it in, okay?" At this White stared quietly for a moment as he hesitated. He didn't really understand the boy's intention but they seemed friendly enough. So he nodded and watched as the trainer smiled ever so slightly in response. They then flicked the coin into the air. The coin didn't go very high and so came down slowly. Also the trainers hand were fairly far apart so when the coin returned to a level even with his hands it was fairly obvious that the trainer had caught it in the higher right hand. So he motioned toward that hand. The boy smiled and nodded, stating "Thats right", before flicking the coin back into the air once more. This time the coin flew even higher, and as it came down the trainers hands were faster and closer together. Still, he guess it correctly: the left and this time. Then a third time, and a forth. By the time they reached the fifth toss, little White was practically guessing which hand it was in. Wesley had learned this sort of thing a long time ago from his father and had practiced out of boredom ever since.
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