Going to School || blackmambacheren
Aspertia City was a quaint little area. As with most small cities-if you could even call it a city-it was quiet and there was a relaxing atmosphere that seemed to fill the air. It was a nice change of pace from the hustle and bustle of Castelia City. One could definitely tell it was relatively new, even compared to the other areas she had passed by on her way down. But it was pleasant and relaxing, which was one of the reasons she had decided to venture down here.
The other was because she had heard reports that there was a new gym stationed here, with a rather young new gym leader to boot! It seemed to be a growing trend these days. But while Alex was admittedly curious about the new gym, she had no desire to challenge its leader. Despite some...major and lengthy setbacks with her badge gathering career, the trainer still decided to stick to her original course of what badges she was going to gain, despite having to switch one due to its gym leader suddenly retiring. A bothersome situation to be sure, but one she would get through nonetheless. She simply wanted to check out the new gym and the trainer's school attatched to it. Mother and Father would have sent her that way eventually anyway. They were always looking for new projects to fund.
"Mmm... But we don't have to go see it right away, do we dear? I think we've earned a right to relax." Alex said with a dainty sigh, directing her words to the Arcanine standing beside her. The Pokemon seemed to agree-for a second at least before something caught her eye and she took off. So much for relaxing. Her trainer let out a groan as she chased after the canine, hand on her hat to keep it from falling off. What, or who, could have grabbed the Arcanine's attention? She hadn't spotted any other Pokemon or trainers, and certainly hadn't smelt any food. If this was one of her Arcanine's ideas of how to relax she wasn't going to be quite peeved.
So concentrated was she on watching her step while trying to match pace with the other's larger strides that she, in an admittedly cliche style, ran into someone. And of course the petite teen was the one who fell back onto her rump, hat flying off while her hand went to her head.
