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first pokéball ☯ action
a; 1447 Mitchell Road
[Hilda recognizes that she's not in the clothes she went to sleep in almost immediately, because she's in a nightgown now, and that's not really practical sleepwear for a trainer. It isn't until she opens her eyes she realizes she's in an entirely foreign area. When a search of the room doesn't turn up her Poke Balls, or any of her things for that matter, she really gets worried.
Borrowing some clothes from the closet and frowning at how old-fashioned they seem, she steps out cautiously into the house.]
b; around town
[Have a nervous-looking sixteen-year-old, Mayfield! She looks quite stunned by the entire situation, and keeps giving uncertain looks at any animals she sees. They're not any Pokemon she recognizes, after all.
She's going to have to stop someone and ask them.]
Excuse me! What town is this?
[She's trying not to look like she's as completely lost as she is. Maybe someone would believe she wandered in, but not that she woke up in a house in town with no idea how she'd gotten there and all her things missing. How often could that possibly happen?]
[Hilda recognizes that she's not in the clothes she went to sleep in almost immediately, because she's in a nightgown now, and that's not really practical sleepwear for a trainer. It isn't until she opens her eyes she realizes she's in an entirely foreign area. When a search of the room doesn't turn up her Poke Balls, or any of her things for that matter, she really gets worried.
Borrowing some clothes from the closet and frowning at how old-fashioned they seem, she steps out cautiously into the house.]
b; around town
[Have a nervous-looking sixteen-year-old, Mayfield! She looks quite stunned by the entire situation, and keeps giving uncertain looks at any animals she sees. They're not any Pokemon she recognizes, after all.
She's going to have to stop someone and ask them.]
Excuse me! What town is this?
[She's trying not to look like she's as completely lost as she is. Maybe someone would believe she wandered in, but not that she woke up in a house in town with no idea how she'd gotten there and all her things missing. How often could that possibly happen?]
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No.
But if that's the strangest thing you see, you're good.
[He lets go.]
Stick together.
[He'd always been a bossy older brother; old habits.]
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I'll take care of him!
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[he grumbles a bit, even though it's probably true.]
If anyone I'll be the one doing taking care of.
[No, no he won't.]
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[He gives Hilda a glance, then looks back at Hilbert.]
So. . . get.
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. . . that was something.
[Oh, he still has a sandwich, so he takes a bite. Not bad.]