A very very annoying blaring bleeping began to sound in the bedroom of Hibiki Narashino, a shrieking piercing alarm that felt so loud to the snoozing girl, it could have been God's alarm for the apocalypse. A hand slid from the tangle of covers and fumbled around on the bedside table for a few moments, before it located switched off the annoying alarm. The hand moved over the rest of the clutter, searching for a cellphone. Once she located it, the rest of Hibiki emerged from the covers, and she flipped open her cellphone, checking the time.
Today was an important day, after all. Not only was she getting her starter Pokemon, but Mamoru was back in town. Which was why the pink-haired girl was staring at the cellphone in horror as the time flashed up, revealing that she was over an hour late for both of those things.
An almighty shriek rocked the Narashino household, as Hibiki flew out and bed and began to get washed and dressed in record time. As she dressed she frantically lamented her alarm clock's inability to go off at the correct time, before racing back downstairs to get her shoes and coat. Attempting to put them both on at the same time, she ended up face first on the ground more than once but in record time, Hibiki was ready and went flying out of the front door to head to the Oak Pokemon Research Center, yelling hasty farewells over her shoulder to her bemused mother and father.
As she raced down the hill, nearly tripping and going head over heels several times, the newbie trainer was starting to understand why it was considered traditional for trainers to run late when they were collecting their starter Pokemon from their town's professor. It was almost as big a part of the whole thing as getting your Pokedex was and it never changed; not even if you were seven years older than most of the other newbies. Maybe that was why Hibiki was racing down the hill from her house en route to the Pokemon Research Center, with her bag hanging off her shoulder, laces undone and hair in disarray and tradition was more to blame for this than her phone was.
When she finally reached the Oak Pokemon Research Center, Hibiki collapsed on the grass outside, deciding to take a moment to sit and rest before going inside. Her limbs ached, her lungs burned, her forehead was covered in sweat and she couldn't catch her breath. The doctors had warned her not to overexert herself and now she realized why. Even after so many years of recovery, she still wasn't completely better.
Today was an important day, after all. Not only was she getting her starter Pokemon, but Mamoru was back in town. Which was why the pink-haired girl was staring at the cellphone in horror as the time flashed up, revealing that she was over an hour late for both of those things.
An almighty shriek rocked the Narashino household, as Hibiki flew out and bed and began to get washed and dressed in record time. As she dressed she frantically lamented her alarm clock's inability to go off at the correct time, before racing back downstairs to get her shoes and coat. Attempting to put them both on at the same time, she ended up face first on the ground more than once but in record time, Hibiki was ready and went flying out of the front door to head to the Oak Pokemon Research Center, yelling hasty farewells over her shoulder to her bemused mother and father.
As she raced down the hill, nearly tripping and going head over heels several times, the newbie trainer was starting to understand why it was considered traditional for trainers to run late when they were collecting their starter Pokemon from their town's professor. It was almost as big a part of the whole thing as getting your Pokedex was and it never changed; not even if you were seven years older than most of the other newbies. Maybe that was why Hibiki was racing down the hill from her house en route to the Pokemon Research Center, with her bag hanging off her shoulder, laces undone and hair in disarray and tradition was more to blame for this than her phone was.
When she finally reached the Oak Pokemon Research Center, Hibiki collapsed on the grass outside, deciding to take a moment to sit and rest before going inside. Her limbs ached, her lungs burned, her forehead was covered in sweat and she couldn't catch her breath. The doctors had warned her not to overexert herself and now she realized why. Even after so many years of recovery, she still wasn't completely better.




