The Cool Mountain Air (Closed)
Nov 9, 2018 4:21:59 GMT -5
Post by Leon Thorne on Nov 9, 2018 4:21:59 GMT -5
The sky glowed a faint violet light by the horizon where the sun had set. The opposite end of the sky was pitch dark. Leon could see the whole night sky from the glassy hotel lobby. He had a room until noon tomorrow. The hotels in Teraton City were remarkably cheap compared to their counterparts in Emporio and Aluzia.
Leon's new black wool winter coat was draped over the back of his seat. He was determined to continue his trek north, but this time he would be prepared. His whole life, Leon had gone about things in a similar pattern: try, fail, learn, try again. He was instinct and little else - for whatever good it was worth.
Leon rested his legs on a cushy ottoman and browsed through his phone, looking over a map of the Lona Mountain Range.
"Alton," he said to himself.
Alton would be his destination. Trainers had hiked there before.
He sheathed his phone and made a quick look around the lobby. Hardly anyone was around.
Leon realized he was wasting time, stood up, put on his coat, and made for the door. He had nothing better to do - there was no excuse not to train. He had heard that urban trainers often fight wild pokemon in the streets and alleys. If it worked for others, it was not beneath him.
Leon exited into the frigid autumn night air and made off in to the city in no particular direction. The air seemed weak - he wasn't used to the altitude of Teraton.
Leon's new black wool winter coat was draped over the back of his seat. He was determined to continue his trek north, but this time he would be prepared. His whole life, Leon had gone about things in a similar pattern: try, fail, learn, try again. He was instinct and little else - for whatever good it was worth.
Leon rested his legs on a cushy ottoman and browsed through his phone, looking over a map of the Lona Mountain Range.
"Alton," he said to himself.
Alton would be his destination. Trainers had hiked there before.
He sheathed his phone and made a quick look around the lobby. Hardly anyone was around.
Leon realized he was wasting time, stood up, put on his coat, and made for the door. He had nothing better to do - there was no excuse not to train. He had heard that urban trainers often fight wild pokemon in the streets and alleys. If it worked for others, it was not beneath him.
Leon exited into the frigid autumn night air and made off in to the city in no particular direction. The air seemed weak - he wasn't used to the altitude of Teraton.
