rising EARLY in the morning ;; begin the ADVENTURE

[Fidge]

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It was the end of the world for Satoshi -- for it was only the night before he had confronted his long time rival in a pointless argument about who would get to Professor Oak's lab first and obtain the strongest Pokemon.
Ash made sure that he would be there first, and not his rival. He had to get up pretty early to beat Gary to the laboratory because one, Gary was an early riser, and two, Gary had an advantage because he was kin to Professor Oak.
Ash had made sure his annoying alarm was set for 6 AM sharp the next day, but for one reason or another, it malfunctioned, and it was a little past 9 AM when the boy of fourteen years old pulled his lids back to awake with the shining sun in his face.
The boy didn't bother to get dressed. No, there was no time for that. He just wore a pair of pajama bottoms -- Pokeball print over yellow and all. A white tanktop was loosely around his torso, and he didn't bother to put on his beloved hat, showing off a rather attractive rat's nest in his raven colored, messy hair.
The door flung open from his room, a string of profanities uttering from his throat. How could his alarm not go off? It didn't make sense -- he had checked it several times before sleeping to be sure it would wake him up. Ash couldn't think about it -- he had no TIME to think about it -- today was the big day -- and he had slept in! How could he!?
Nearly tripping down the last step, he was greeted by his mother after plummeting down the stairs. Delia was his dear mother who had thought he had already gotten up to retrieve his Pokemon. He told her the night before he would set his alarm, and there was no need for her to wake him early. She tried to force him into eating a healthy breakfast, consisting of a stack of pancakes and eggs, along with orange juice, like any loving mother would, "Oh, Ash! You need to get going! But please, eat something first! I don't want your blood sugar to drop!"
"No time for that, Mom! I'll come back home to get my stuff after I get my Pokemon! Just.. just save it for me! I'll microwave it when I get back!" He yelled this as he darted out the door. Ash had to politely decline, as tempting as a healthy breakfast from his mother seemed.
He bolted down the sidewalk of his house as he struggled to get on his sneakers, hopping on one foot as he held his other shoe in his mouth.

The boy sprinted down the winding pathway, kicking up brown dirt behind him and breaking a small sweat. He pondered to himself which Pokemon he would chose first, muttering to himself as he ran up the hill leading to Professor Oak's large laboratory.

Banging on the door wildly with his fists, Ash tried to catch his breath.
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ooc. Fail on my part. xD I may add some more here tomorrow morning, so please hold ;

[Wrath]

Ahh, the morning. It was always a pleasure to wake up early. There really was nothing like strolling to work with the Pidgey flying leisurely overhead, in Professor Oak's opinion.

However, it was just about 9am, and for the Professor, it was hardly early anymore. He stopped typing on his computer for a moment to lean to the side, glancing past the monitor outside at the green fields around his lab, and the Pokemon running happily through them. The Pokemon reminded him of something, and he glanced down at his watch, thick eyebrows furrowing in concern. Where was Ash? He was three hours late. His own grandson had arrived hours ago and when Ash hadn't come Oak had gone to work. But what could be keeping him?

The man stood up, clasping his hands behind his back and letting out a thoughtful 'hmm' as he walked over to the window.

At that moment however, he heard and could almost feel the vibrations as someone knocked on the door to the lab. Ahh. That had to be Ash.

The thought of the boy softened his harsh-set features until they became warm and welcoming, and he walked over to the door, opening it and eying the boy behind it.

"Welcome, Ash! Are you excited about getting your starter?" He greeted warmly, stepping aside to allow the boy entrance. He didn't comment on the boy's lateness. Judging by the fact he was still in his pajamas, he had most likely slept in. Surely he was kicking himself enough for it already.

[Fidge]

As the door slowly creaked open, Ash's anticipation shoved him through the doors, nearly stepping on Professor's Oak feet. "Where is it!? Do you still have it!? The strongest Pokemon, I mean!"
He did not explain why he wasn't here on time just yet. No, all that Satoshi could think about was the Pokemon he wanted, and anxious to see if it was still up for grabs.
In a frantic motion, Ash looked about wildly before slowly craning his head up to look the professor back in the eyes. Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, the boy felt ashamed for a moment for not returning Oak's greeting,"I, ahh-haha, yes! Yes I am excited about my starter Pokemon. I'm sorry I'm late! I don't know what happened.. but my alarm didn't go off.. and.. gaahh.." Ash placed his head in his palms and peered through his fingers, looking around. With a deep inhale, he tried to calm himself down.
"Surely you have atleast one left, right? I'll settle for anything at this point.. but I've decided that I want my first choice to be Bulbasaur! Its the strongest one for me, I've decided. I thought about it a lot.. too much.. Mom was starting to worry a little cause that's all I seemed to talk about.." Ash said, his porcelain cheeks flushing a vibrant red color for a moment. His lanky arms fell to his sides and he looked off in the distance of the laboratory.
"Bulbasaur is so cool though. I'm really anxious to meet it," he rambled on again with enthusiasm. His vocals had lowered a bit, but the childish energy was still within. It was displayed by an array of animated motions that Ash was thrilled, if not impatient to receive his Pokemon. His sneakers shuffled against the smooth flooring as he began to wander off from Professor Oak, dark eyes bouncing from object to object in the laboratory.
He looked over his shoulder at Professor Oak, curious,"So what'd Gary end up getting for his first Pokemon..?" Ash said with a lowering of his voice and a hint of distaste ringing in his speech.
Now, now, Ash. Be polite. You're talking to his grandfather.
His next question would be what the best Pokemon would be against Gary's type. Even though he was a fan -- a huge collector even -- of Pokemon stuff, he still was naive when it came to being a good trainer.
He had never been one, after all.

[Wrath]

Professor Oak couldn't help but chuckle light-heartedly as Ash barreled past him and into the lab, sidestepping him instinctively. Such enthusiasm. It reminded him of his youth, when he was a battler. How excited he himself had been to receive his starter...
Ah, but now was not the time to be reminiscing! He was about to bring someone else the joy of beginning a Pokemon journey, after all!

However, as Ash began to speak he frowned sadly. "I'm afraid, Ash, that there's only one Pokemon left. It's a shame about your alarm malfunctioning, but I'm afraid that I was unable to save a Pokemon for you. The only one available...Well, it's still untamed." Oak explained, pausing a moment before continuing. "But if you want to wait a few weeks, I'm bound to get another shipment, and you can get a Bulbasaur instead." He finished with more cheer, smiling once more. However, somehow he knew that Ash wouldn't accept that as an option. He was much too eager to wait. Oak smiled wider. He knew Ash's enthusiasm would surely bring him to many places all over the region, perhaps even the world! Ash would help his research a great deal if he did that.

He stopped in his musing a moment as Gary was brought up. Oak smiled, despite detecting the slight distaste, because he knew there still was a friendship between them. They had been friends since childhood and a bit of rivalry hadn't changed that. Perhaps they hadn't realized it yet but...Oak was sure they would in time. For now they were both just children, but when they went out and saw the world, he had no doubt they would grow up.

"Ah, Gary selected a Squirtle. But, about the Pokemon, Ash. It's over here..."

With that he walked toward a Pokeball held closed by a strip of leather. He released the strip, and the moment he did the Pokeball opened with a pop and a white flash, a small yellow rodent appearing in the lab.

"Keep in mind, though it's untamed. You don't have to select it. Oak explained, eying the unhappy looking Pikachu almost nervously.

[Fidge]

[/color] Ash exclaimed, looking over his shoulder and up at the Professor, "No way! I've been waiting FOURTEEN YEARS to get my Pokemon! I'm not waiting any longer!"
Such an annoying racket Ash was making with his impatient, loud voice. He lifted his hand to his hair and ran his fingers through it, wincing a bit as it got tangled in the bed-head knots he was still attractively sporting. Curling his fingers together in a pair of fists, Ash appeared very much determined to get his Pokemon and get out there -- because his arrogance lead him to believe it wouldn't take any time for him to be titled Pokemon Champion of Kanto.
The boy's eyebrows lifted when Professor Oak mentioned the only Pokemon he had and how it was untamed. Oddly enough, Ash's face lit up, "I can handle it! I know I can handle it! Let me see it.."
Such a naive youth -- soaring high on his natural enthusiasm and determination. While it may of been a charming characteristic to have, it was known for getting the young trainer in a lot of trouble, if not embarrassing situations in which now he regretted.
Satoshi marveled at the light when Professor released the Pokemon from its Pokeball. When the light had subsided, Ash let out a noise of adoration and clutched his hands together,"Professor! It's so cute!" He said with a little gasp of breath and turned to look up at Professor Oak again. Almost instantly, Ash pictured him and Pikachu becoming the best of companions effortlessly within his child-like imagination. They would conquer anything that stopped in their paths, plummet through any obstacles, and bond close with everything they did. Pikachu would be the cutest Pokemon of all, grabbing everyone's attention and praising Ash for training such an adorable Pokemon. The fact that he could brag about it being untamed and how he went through what seemed to be nothing for Ash to handle to get it to be the obedient, charming Pokemon it was today.
Before Professor could reply, though, Ash had already approached the Pikachu and wiggled his finger at it, "You're such an adorable little Pokemon! Look, Professor, I think he likes me!" Ash said, looking over his shoulder at the older man.
Though, Ash didn't seem to notice the annoyed expression fixed on the small, electric rodent. [/ul]

[Wrath]

"You shouldn't do that. Pikachu is a very picky Pokemon that is hard to tame and control. They tend to be very aggressive towards humans upon capture." Oak suggested knowledgeably but with a hint of alarm.

"Ka chuuuuu." The small rodent muttered quietly, a low, warning sound, his eyes narrowing at the finger suddenly near his face. A brown and yellow lightning-bolt tail twitched, as did a pair of slightly pointed ears.

Ash was not paying attention to these subtle signs of danger, and Oak somehow doubted he would have noticed even if he had been looking at Pikachu. While Ash's enthusiasm was refreshing, it really had put him into a situation at this particular occasion.

"Ash, don't do that! Pikachu is still untamed and will have no qualms about attacking you!" Oak exclaimed hastily, holding out a hand toward Ash in alarm as if to grab him and pull him away. Pikachu may have been small, but their electricity really did pack a painful and potentially dangerous punch.

"Pika-CHUUU!" The creature suddenly cried, his red cheeks sparking before his entire body began glowing with electricity, aiming the Thundershock at the offensive finger still in his face. Ending the attack, Pikachu turned his face away in disdain and crossed his arms, giving a disinterested, "Chu." Hmph.