I am standing outside Professor Oak's laboratory. The lab is so giant against Pallet Town's other tiny buildings. I press my hand to the doorbell where it echoes in the whole building. Is no one in? But soon I hear a beep and the mechanical doors creep open. I step into the foyer where I am greeted by none other than Professor Oak!

"I'm here to get my first Pokemon", I say realizing how stupid this sounds because Meowth is on my shoulder. Professor Oak seems confused and than says slowly "Um… Excuse me, but are you a boy or a girl?" I crack a smile. You see, I recently got my hair cut to a boy's length and I'm only wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts set that doesn't look girlish at all. In addition,  I have my shoes in my pack so I simply look like a ragamuffin.

"I'm a girl," I answer. "Your name?" the professor prompts. "Sakura" I hunt in my pack until I find my ID papers and present them to the professor. He checks them over and then eyes Meowth over the top of the papers. "And who is this?" he asks. "Just a stray Meowth," I lie." I found him on the edge of town." Professor Oak nods and says,"Well, come in."

He leads me to a room with the three pokemon. Before he can open his mouth, I say "Charmander". It takes him a second but Professor Oak starts to laugh. "Studied up, I see! Very well then, it's yours.".And I place my hand on the Pokeball. *Dun-dun-dun!* I have my very own Pokemon! Officially now! My Pokemon journey is ready to begin!  

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//Hikaru

Charmander bounces around in my arms as I struggle to keep my face away from its flames. "Keep still." I hiss.  Suddenly, I crash into something hard. A squirtle blows bubbles up into my face, and Charmander leaps out of my arms to fight it. I stare at its trainer, a boy with shockingly blond hair, and he sticks his chin out proudly. 

"So," he says, a strange smile lighting up his face, "You want to fight me?" I sigh and lifted my head. I can't deny a challenge. 

"Fine," I say, the same smile creeping onto my face. "If that's what you want." At my nod, Charmander engages the small pokemon in combat, the two slashing at each other with fiercly glinting claws. Squirtile steps back, panting hard. The boy looks at it with a hint of annoyance, and his glance slides over to me and Charmander. A quick direction to his pokemon, and it takes an aggressive stance. The morning air lights up with the combination of water and elemental energy. The bubble-shaped projections explode into mist as they reach us. Professor Oak's assistant races out the door, her long black hair frazzled.

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I need a rival. I could make someone up, but I'd appreciate being a rival with another person doing the RP. Uki or Mimi, perhaps? Please consider this!

Pokemon pokemon!  I am the biggest fan in the world! I pick Bulbasaur. And I'm the best in the world. You couldn't beat me if you tried so don't even think about it if you don't like to loose! I am a Pokemon master and my Bulbasaur has evolved into Ivysaur and then Venasaur!