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As Trenton looked about the town all he could feel was that it was all a joke. One big joke at his expense. It had to be. Alas, Estonia Carlyle never joked. He was truly cut off from everything he knew with only a few meagre possessions and clothing articles in a stylish travel case and a small amount of money.

He was better than this. Deserved better than this wretched miserable excuse of a life to which he’d been sentenced to.

Not even an hour passed in this damnable place and he already missed his life, his funds and the leisurely luxurious comfort at the family estate. If this had been a normal day he would have been by the pool working on his tan and sipping ice cold lemonade. Not walking around sweating like a spoink in a one horsea town in a nowhere region the rest of the world scarcely saw fit to acknowledge.

Dear Arceus how low he’d sunk. Even the screeching bird pokemon over head seemed to be laughing at him. Mocking him. He would have thrown something at them if he actually had something to throw.

He pulled out his phone and with a few taps his scowl deepened

No New messages

He’d sent many to his mother during the voyage on the vile tub they’d jokingly called a ship begging. Yes begging, through a seasick haze. For her to end this madness. He sighed and after a few more taps on the screen he pulled up the town map app and after locating his destination he continued on his way to his new lodgings.

As he passed shops and restaurants and his steps carried more residential areas he turned his thoughts to on contests and another cold hard truth. He didn’t have a single Pokemon to his name which of course meant that with his poor funds he would be lucky to get anything even slightly respectable from any of Ivywood’s quality breeders. Though it was charitable of him to assume Ivywood even had any respectable level of quality to their bloodlines and practices. With his luck he wouldn’t be surprised by anything.

It was getting dark by the time he set his eyes on the building in which he was to be serving his exile. His heart sank at the grubby paint work and the graffiti that streaked in garish neon green colors on the walls, reading: ‘Team Thorn owns your faces: be gay, do crime!’

While not a luxurious palace in the best of neighborhoods. He at least consoled himself that the building itself was large, and with so many windows he was certain that he’d at least have a lot of space and light…
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“What do you mean I only get one?!”

The woman narrowed her eyes at Trent’s clear horror “You didn’t think you were getting the whole building did ya?” her laughter came out in harsh barks that set Trenton’s teeth on edge as he glared at her. “Oh I bet ya did, no hun, that's mine. Your mummy dearest didn’t pay me that much.” she informed him “so, simple choice. ya can take the key or not.”

“...Fine” Trent said through gritted teeth. Taking the key from the woman’s open palm and after a list of ground rules, which Trent paid next to no attention to whatsoever, she allowed him to be on his way. He would normally have put up more of a fuss but frankly he was exhausted from travel and a long altercation with this unpleasant personage was not what he needed.

No what he needed was a long luxurious bath and sleep. Hopefully things would not look so bad then.

He slipped the key into the lock and almost as soon as the door swung open he immediately shut it again.

He’d heard of places like this. The kind of place the bottom most dregs of society existed brewing illegal chemicals to sell to even lower scum.

He took a deep breath to steady himself and opened the door. Slowly this time. Revealing the shabby shack of a dwelling inch by inch. It was clear the previous occupant of this box did not take care of it very well. Either that or there was a cleaner somewhere that needed to be fired.

The floor was covered in a brown carpet of...questionable cleanliness. The hideous floral patterned wall paper that was probably not considered tacky in the sixties in was torn in places and peeling away from the walls. There were even yellow stains dotted here and there presumably from water damage. At least, he hoped it was water damage. Judging by the old couch coffee table and tv he realized he was peering into the world's ugliest and filthiest living room.

He took a breath to steel himself as he tentatively entered. The place was small but it had a bathroom, bedroom and kitchen as well as the living room. The bathroom was about the size of a small walk-in closet, no bathtub to be seen though only a shower and suspiciously clean toilet...his skin crawled at the thought of bathing here and decided to put off the experience. the place already made his skin crawl. He was certain it would just make him dirtier and far more disgusting.

The bedroom may as well have been a broom closet, with only a lumpy mattress on the floor which he turned his nose up at in disgust as he thought about how he longed for his king sized four poster bed. He then turned to the only other item in the room. Namely a wooden chest of drawers which he left alone it seemed to be the type of thing to give him splinters.

He sighed looking at the red stained skies as the sun set. There was nothing that could be done. He set the case by the vile sofa and checked the lock on the door before undressing and slipping into his black and silver silk pyjamas. He cringed at the idea of sullying himself on the likely filthy thing. There was no telling who had been there or what they’d done there...he was fortunate enough to find a plastic sheet though which he draped over the couch before settling himself for the night.

It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he had thought it would be. Oh no. like everything else in this prolonged stay in hell it was so much worse. Plastic was uncomfortable to lie on in the best of circumstances. Which these were not. And throwing silk in the mix just added slip to the stick of the sheet to his skin.

After sliding off the couch and landing with a hard bump on the floor and getting what Trent felt were going to be very unsightly bruises he got up and flicked on the light making his way to the unexplored kitchen hoping to get a drink of water.

The kitchen much like the bedroom was pokey though Trent had barely began his bleary eyed inspection when his eyes were drawn to the fact that there were dishes piled in the sink. In horror, he could swear they were fuzzy and green with...

Nope! He couldn’t do this! Nope, nope, nope! He grabbed his belongings and didn’t change out of his pyjamas and bolted for the door. Slamming it behind him, and fleeing the hovel hole.

Even the night darkened streets felt like they’d be safer than that. He was breathing heavily when the young man stopped. His mother had to have made an error in her booking his accommodation. She had to. He shuddered the image of moldy dishes burning into his mind. He turned away from the wretched place and pulled out his phone and texted his mother about the clear error made.

Unable to deliver message

“What.” He looked at the display in despair and shivered in the cold air. Had his mother blocked him? He shivered again and through his sleep deprived haze he realized that standing in the cold where any thugs or murderers could see him was probably not the smartest thing in the world to do.

He pulled up the Ivywood map once again on his phone and set the Pokemon Center as his destination. It was distastefu certainly l but the pokemon center’s living conditions were bound to be better than whatever the heck he had just escaped.

Everyone in any region knew about Pokemon Centers. Big well funded facilities and places for trainers and travelers to go when their pokemon were sick or hurt. Another feature they served was as an in a pinch rest stop or shelter. As long as they had them available anyone could step into a center and book one of the free rooms for a maximum of five days. It was a guarantee that often kept traveling trainers out of the cold and away from the dangerous situation of needing to sleep in the streets.

“And you’re sure there is no place else that might be able to house you?” the Joy on duty had asked, “no one we could call for you?”

“I am one hundred percent certain that I know no one in this miserable town, no one outside of here will take my calls and where a place was provided for my lodging is completely uninhabitable and dangerous!” He’d been trying to keep his face neutral and tone even but he was failing.

He was voicing near every inch of the painful truth of his situation. It was like a donphan in the room. Awkward, unwanted and a Rollout away from a lot of destruction and pain, especially for the one who was not standing behind a desk.

The Nurse Joy gave him a look which was the first bit of sympathy that the boy had gotten since this ordeal began. I don’t need sympathy just give me the room already. He thought tiredly.

The nurse booked him his room, gave him the key card and allowed the young man to be on his way which he was glad of as it was getting harder and harder to hold his head up and keep things in check the longer he stood there. It was pitiful and pathetic...it wasn’t him. It shouldn’t be him and yet he was the one there to suffer in this twisted depraved parody of his life.

His first need was a hot shower to get the stench of that wretched broom closet they jokingly called an apartment off of him and then would rest.

As he flopped into the pristine sheets Trent had his options for the next day in his head. In the best case scenario he would awaken from this nightmare back in his luxurious four poster bed and merely need to avoid cheese during his late night reading sessions in the future.

At worst...he’d need to get a pokemon. He turned options over and over in his head. There were like a thousand pokemon in the world but not all were suitable. However much you tried and bred some pokemon were completely unsuitable for what he needed and some he wouldn’t be caught dead with regardless of their pedigree.

One of the most ideal would be an eevee. Whatever the region they were popular. Cute, fluffy and as adaptable to their trainers needs as they were to their environment. There had to be at least one breeder in this hell hole.

Ponyta would also be a good thing to look into. They tended to have a lot of natural grace and appeal. His mother’s rapidash had proved that many times over the course of her career. The Dancing Flame had always made crowds go wild, even though he was an ill tempered brute til Estonia cracked the whip.

He also recalled the ninetails that often accompanied his mother...looking at vulpix could also be a good thing.

If he remembered correctly Estonia had begun her career with a vulpix...if he did likewise it could be a step in the direction of showing her he meant to honor her and their family name. Yes that sounded like a good idea for sure.

He had a plan in mind and if all went well he could change his fortune before the time limit on this room was up. He turned over and huddled down into his bedding for sleep that was sorely needed. Surely tomorrow wouldn’t be worse.

Description
As Trenton looked about the town all he could feel was that it was all a joke. One big joke at his expense. It had to be. Alas, Estonia Carlyle never joked. He was truly cut off from everything he knew with only a few meagre possessions and clothing articles in a stylish travel case and a small amount of money.

He was better than this. Deserved better than this wretched miserable excuse of a life to which he’d been sentenced to.

Not even an hour passed in this damnable place and he already missed his life, his funds and the leisurely luxurious comfort at the family estate. If this had been a normal day he would have been by the pool working on his tan and sipping ice cold lemonade. Not walking around sweating like a spoink in a one horsea town in a nowhere region the rest of the world scarcely saw fit to acknowledge.

Dear Arceus how low he’d sunk. Even the screeching bird pokemon over head seemed to be laughing at him. Mocking him. He would have thrown something at them if he actually had something to throw.

He pulled out his phone and with a few taps his scowl deepened

No New messages

He’d sent many to his mother during the voyage on the vile tub they’d jokingly called a ship begging. Yes begging, through a seasick haze. For her to end this madness. He sighed and after a few more taps on the screen he pulled up the town map app and after locating his destination he continued on his way to his new lodgings.

As he passed shops and restaurants and his steps carried more residential areas he turned his thoughts to on contests and another cold hard truth. He didn’t have a single Pokemon to his name which of course meant that with his poor funds he would be lucky to get anything even slightly respectable from any of Ivywood’s quality breeders. Though it was charitable of him to assume Ivywood even had any respectable level of quality to their bloodlines and practices. With his luck he wouldn’t be surprised by anything.

It was getting dark by the time he set his eyes on the building in which he was to be serving his exile. His heart sank at the grubby paint work and the graffiti that streaked in garish neon green colors on the walls, reading: ‘Team Thorn owns your faces: be gay, do crime!’

While not a luxurious palace in the best of neighborhoods. He at least consoled himself that the building itself was large, and with so many windows he was certain that he’d at least have a lot of space and light…
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“What do you mean I only get one?!”

The woman narrowed her eyes at Trent’s clear horror “You didn’t think you were getting the whole building did ya?” her laughter came out in harsh barks that set Trenton’s teeth on edge as he glared at her. “Oh I bet ya did, no hun, that's mine. Your mummy dearest didn’t pay me that much.” she informed him “so, simple choice. ya can take the key or not.”

“...Fine” Trent said through gritted teeth. Taking the key from the woman’s open palm and after a list of ground rules, which Trent paid next to no attention to whatsoever, she allowed him to be on his way. He would normally have put up more of a fuss but frankly he was exhausted from travel and a long altercation with this unpleasant personage was not what he needed.

No what he needed was a long luxurious bath and sleep. Hopefully things would not look so bad then.

He slipped the key into the lock and almost as soon as the door swung open he immediately shut it again.

He’d heard of places like this. The kind of place the bottom most dregs of society existed brewing illegal chemicals to sell to even lower scum.

He took a deep breath to steady himself and opened the door. Slowly this time. Revealing the shabby shack of a dwelling inch by inch. It was clear the previous occupant of this box did not take care of it very well. Either that or there was a cleaner somewhere that needed to be fired.

The floor was covered in a brown carpet of...questionable cleanliness. The hideous floral patterned wall paper that was probably not considered tacky in the sixties in was torn in places and peeling away from the walls. There were even yellow stains dotted here and there presumably from water damage. At least, he hoped it was water damage. Judging by the old couch coffee table and tv he realized he was peering into the world's ugliest and filthiest living room.

He took a breath to steel himself as he tentatively entered. The place was small but it had a bathroom, bedroom and kitchen as well as the living room. The bathroom was about the size of a small walk-in closet, no bathtub to be seen though only a shower and suspiciously clean toilet...his skin crawled at the thought of bathing here and decided to put off the experience. the place already made his skin crawl. He was certain it would just make him dirtier and far more disgusting.

The bedroom may as well have been a broom closet, with only a lumpy mattress on the floor which he turned his nose up at in disgust as he thought about how he longed for his king sized four poster bed. He then turned to the only other item in the room. Namely a wooden chest of drawers which he left alone it seemed to be the type of thing to give him splinters.

He sighed looking at the red stained skies as the sun set. There was nothing that could be done. He set the case by the vile sofa and checked the lock on the door before undressing and slipping into his black and silver silk pyjamas. He cringed at the idea of sullying himself on the likely filthy thing. There was no telling who had been there or what they’d done there...he was fortunate enough to find a plastic sheet though which he draped over the couch before settling himself for the night.

It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he had thought it would be. Oh no. like everything else in this prolonged stay in hell it was so much worse. Plastic was uncomfortable to lie on in the best of circumstances. Which these were not. And throwing silk in the mix just added slip to the stick of the sheet to his skin.

After sliding off the couch and landing with a hard bump on the floor and getting what Trent felt were going to be very unsightly bruises he got up and flicked on the light making his way to the unexplored kitchen hoping to get a drink of water.

The kitchen much like the bedroom was pokey though Trent had barely began his bleary eyed inspection when his eyes were drawn to the fact that there were dishes piled in the sink. In horror, he could swear they were fuzzy and green with...

Nope! He couldn’t do this! Nope, nope, nope! He grabbed his belongings and didn’t change out of his pyjamas and bolted for the door. Slamming it behind him, and fleeing the hovel hole.

Even the night darkened streets felt like they’d be safer than that. He was breathing heavily when the young man stopped. His mother had to have made an error in her booking his accommodation. She had to. He shuddered the image of moldy dishes burning into his mind. He turned away from the wretched place and pulled out his phone and texted his mother about the clear error made.

Unable to deliver message

“What.” He looked at the display in despair and shivered in the cold air. Had his mother blocked him? He shivered again and through his sleep deprived haze he realized that standing in the cold where any thugs or murderers could see him was probably not the smartest thing in the world to do.

He pulled up the Ivywood map once again on his phone and set the Pokemon Center as his destination. It was distastefu certainly l but the pokemon center’s living conditions were bound to be better than whatever the heck he had just escaped.

Everyone in any region knew about Pokemon Centers. Big well funded facilities and places for trainers and travelers to go when their pokemon were sick or hurt. Another feature they served was as an in a pinch rest stop or shelter. As long as they had them available anyone could step into a center and book one of the free rooms for a maximum of five days. It was a guarantee that often kept traveling trainers out of the cold and away from the dangerous situation of needing to sleep in the streets.

“And you’re sure there is no place else that might be able to house you?” the Joy on duty had asked, “no one we could call for you?”

“I am one hundred percent certain that I know no one in this miserable town, no one outside of here will take my calls and where a place was provided for my lodging is completely uninhabitable and dangerous!” He’d been trying to keep his face neutral and tone even but he was failing.

He was voicing near every inch of the painful truth of his situation. It was like a donphan in the room. Awkward, unwanted and a Rollout away from a lot of destruction and pain, especially for the one who was not standing behind a desk.

The Nurse Joy gave him a look which was the first bit of sympathy that the boy had gotten since this ordeal began. I don’t need sympathy just give me the room already. He thought tiredly.

The nurse booked him his room, gave him the key card and allowed the young man to be on his way which he was glad of as it was getting harder and harder to hold his head up and keep things in check the longer he stood there. It was pitiful and pathetic...it wasn’t him. It shouldn’t be him and yet he was the one there to suffer in this twisted depraved parody of his life.

His first need was a hot shower to get the stench of that wretched broom closet they jokingly called an apartment off of him and then would rest.

As he flopped into the pristine sheets Trent had his options for the next day in his head. In the best case scenario he would awaken from this nightmare back in his luxurious four poster bed and merely need to avoid cheese during his late night reading sessions in the future.

At worst...he’d need to get a pokemon. He turned options over and over in his head. There were like a thousand pokemon in the world but not all were suitable. However much you tried and bred some pokemon were completely unsuitable for what he needed and some he wouldn’t be caught dead with regardless of their pedigree.

One of the most ideal would be an eevee. Whatever the region they were popular. Cute, fluffy and as adaptable to their trainers needs as they were to their environment. There had to be at least one breeder in this hell hole.

Ponyta would also be a good thing to look into. They tended to have a lot of natural grace and appeal. His mother’s rapidash had proved that many times over the course of her career. The Dancing Flame had always made crowds go wild, even though he was an ill tempered brute til Estonia cracked the whip.

He also recalled the ninetails that often accompanied his mother...looking at vulpix could also be a good thing.

If he remembered correctly Estonia had begun her career with a vulpix...if he did likewise it could be a step in the direction of showing her he meant to honor her and their family name. Yes that sounded like a good idea for sure.

He had a plan in mind and if all went well he could change his fortune before the time limit on this room was up. He turned over and huddled down into his bedding for sleep that was sorely needed. Surely tomorrow wouldn’t be worse.