Pokémon Private Summer Academy: Phoenix (Start-Up!)

[Chocolate Bones]

Here we go, guys! This should sound pretty familiar to most of you XP

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The deep sounds of the ocean surround you as you sit in a comfortable, flawlessly white seat. The colors of the deep sea dye the sides of the train dark blue as it speeds toward its prestigious destination. It all seems oddly familiar to you: the flat screen TV in the corner of your cabin, the shelf packed with books on Pokémon care, training, and various history books. You study the titles of the books, the look of the ocean from the window, the news being broadcast on the television, but you still can't tell if it's all a faint memory, or merely déjà vu. As you relax in your seat, your mind is clouded with sights, sounds, tastes, feelings. Are they memories? Anticipations? Fears? You shake your head and glance down at the black envelope in your hand, emblazoned with the silver Midnight seal overlapping a golden phoenix, once again letting your mind wander.

A gentle beeping sound breaks the white noise of the ocean. An equally gentle voice follows.

"Hello, passengers," says the feminine voice, "We are approaching the island. It will be less than an hour before we reach the tournament grounds." The bright red light above the door fades to an inviting green, and the voice continues. "Please feel free to order your lunch and wander the train as we make our arrival. Thank you!" A digital menu flashes on the television, displaying many appetizing and inviting meal choices. As you hear the other passengers shuffle in their cabins, you stand up, shaking yourself out of your daze. You glance down at the card and smile to yourself. It doesn't matter what memories you brought with you on your journey, because they'll be nothing compared to the amazing memories you'll make on your journey through PPSA's Phoenix Tournament.​

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There you have it! Go introduce yourselves to the other competitors!

 

[Kamen_Fanatic]

Dante looked out from the window, spying PPSA in the distance. He heard a Pokeball opening, knowing it was his. Appearing from the white flash was a Shiny Gardevoir. "There it is, Nevan. The Private Pokemon Summer Academy. Since you're out, might as well get something to eat." The humanoid Pokemon nodded and followed her trainer in their quest for food.

 

[Zephy]

"I. Want. Pancakes."

Clark Wentworth was jabbing the touch screen. The pancakes button seemed broken. He slouched back in his chair, straightening his tie. Speaking to no one in particular, he scowled, "I don't care who you are, child. I just want to know exactly how much longer I need to be here." The music teacher had grown considerably more sour in the past year.

 

[The Anonymour]

“Goldeen…. Wailmer…. Finneon…. Magi-”

“I GET IT, JOE!”

Two identical boys were sitting next to each other. The first was punching the second, longer-haired boy every time he saw a Pokemon.

“Gee, I’m sorry, Josh.” said Joe, hanging his head in shame. Then, perking up at once, he said. “I heard the word ‘Lunch’! Let’s go eat!”

And with that, both boys rushed up the train muttering “Om nom nom… Om nom nom… Om nom nom…” over and over.

 

[Kamen_Fanatic]

Dante and Nevan had a weird look on their faces as they watch this man trying to order pancakes and the twin boys acting like Pacman. Looking at each other, they studied other students to figure out how to get food.

 

[Chocolate Bones]

The kitchen car of the train was full of frantic chefs running from frying pans to refrigerators to ovens. While it was bigger than most of the other cars, it was full of busy cooks who were trying their best to serve the hungry passengers as hundreds of orders came through on a nearby monitor.

"Ch-... Chef Ramón..?"

A white-aproned chef stared in disbelief at the monitor. His superior barked at him impatiently.

"What?!"

"S-someone just ordered twenty-three orders of pancakes..."

The entire kitchen stopped and looked at the screen. Even the head chef's jaw dropped slightly.

"Well which car is it?!"

The cook squinted his eyes as he studied the monitor. "Number... fourteen in section A, the VIP section."

The head chef sighed and slid a package of instant pancake batter from the counter and into his hands. He grumbled to himself as he poured some into a bowl.

"Wentworth..."

 

[The Anonymour]

“DING DING DING!” yelled Joe excitedly, seeing the interactive food-ordering contraption… thing.

He ran over to it, pushing the old guy out of the way, and began pressing all the buttons that appealed to him.

 

[Chocolate Bones]

OOC: Just a heads up. Wentworth, being in the Gang of Five and all, has a separate car from the rest. He's welcome to leave as he pleases, but the other competitors are in a separate section.

 

[Zephy]

Clark Wentworth had resorted to tapping out a drum beat on his touch screen, not realizing that it was now in perfect order. Unbeknownst to him, he was ordering massive quantities of pancakes. His just over a foot tall Swinub sat in the seat beside him, scurrying about to avoid the well-paced noise.

Swinub fled, down the hallway to the students' compartment. Wentworth chased after, crying, "Idiot!" That was most of the students' first impression of their music teacher. The Swinub was hiding playfully under someone's seat. Clark looked up and asked, exasperated, "Where is my Swinub?"

 

[Kamen_Fanatic]

Dante grabbed a menu and ordered a medium meat lovers pizza, a strawberry sundae, a medium Pepsi, and a small vegan pizza.

 

[Chocolate Bones]

Chef Ramón cringed as a series of well paced beeps came from the monitor, as though someone was drumming on the touch screen. With every beep, the words, "1 ORDER "PANCAKES" SECTION: A CAR: 14" stacked themselves onto the already mounting list of orders. The head chef shouted as he poured the finished batter onto a griddle.

"DISCONNECT CLARK WENTWORTH'S MONITOR NOW!!"

"But he's a VIP..."

"NOW!!!"

"Y-yes sir."

The monitor in Clark's private cabin switched from the menu to a daily talk show broadcast from Sinnoh.

 

[GoldenrodGOD]

Riff gazed out the window before turning away. This was it. Time to meet the competition. Would they be impossibly strong? Incredibly smart? Or just rich enough to get into the school? Riff shivered with excitement. There was only one way to find out.

Riff stood up and reached for her extremely skinny electric guitar, but then hesitated. She would look even more absurd than normal if she carried around her guitar with her, it was probably weird enough that she wore angel wings. But wasn't difference her specialty? Riff grabbed her guitar and then left her cabin to meet the other trainers.

 

[Invalid Black Rose]

"So that's PPSA..." Remy told know one in particular, staring outside of his window. He suddenly heard his stomach groan a bit; seemingly indicating he was hungry. "Might as well..." he spoke, as he made his way for some food.

 

[Kamen_Fanatic]

"Nice guitar." Dante called to the winged girl, with Nevan waving at her. He was seated just a couple of rows behind her on the opposite side of her seat.

 

[Zephy]

"Sweetie, freak with the wings," started Clark, gesturing to a blonde girl. "Have you seen a Swinub anywhere in proximity to those ungodly boots?" He looked down on everyone with something between derision, frantic annoyance and amusement.

 

[The Anonymour]

"Oh, is this little guy yours?" asked Joe, whom was holding Swinum while Josh was tickeling him.

 

[Kamen_Fanatic]

Dante looked at the man with an intense glare. She just wants to dress how she wants to, and that's cool with Dante. As long it can be seen in public. "Oy, geezer, bugger off!" Dante yelled at him.

 

[Zephy]

"Thank you, kid. You're Joe, yes? Or wait. Are you his brother, Joshua? I remember hearing about you two..." Mr. Wentworth's chocolate brown eyes flicked between the two, trying to find some sort of difference that could lend to knowing which was which.

Clark Wentworth snatched the Swinub back, returning it to its Pokéball. He sneered at the boy wearing black. He slapped the back of the boy's head whilst turning back to his compartment. Looking over his shoulder, he added, "Dante, correct? You'll learn not to talk to me like that." The syllables sounded icy and cold.

 

[GoldenrodGOD]

Riff smile-thanked the guy who had admired her guitar before facing the guy who had called her 'sweetie' and 'freak with the wings'. Nobody used the words 'sweetie', 'freak' or 'Riff' in the same sentence unless they wanted their face smashed in.

'Maybe you should spend more time focusing on your pokemon and less time focusing on your appearance' Riff hissed.

 

[The Anonymour]

"I'm Joe." said Josh.

"And I'm Josh." said Joe.