From: h-t0wn <rocket34@geocities.com> Subject: [PW] Beginnings Date: Saturday, December 04, 1999 12:28 AM Narrator: (none- this is the first PW for this character) Location: Celadon. More specifically, the Casino "Am... I... too... late?" "They haven't banned you yet?" "No... such... luck." "You'd better hurry. Less than a minute left." "There... ya go." Cameron handed the man at the counter a betting slip with a name scrawled on it in black ink. Finally he had a chance to catch his breath.. "If I could, I'd definitely use what you got there and put down some money myself. But 'cha know I can't." Looking at the paper, the older, bespectacled man taking bets at the casino feigned aggravation. "Geez, I can hardly read this. You're lucky I know your writing, Cameron." Upon further examining it, "You sure this is who you want? You're going to make off pretty good if they win. Didn't see very many bets for 'em." "Yeah. Well, you never know." "You ever wrong?" "Not that I can remember." "You got some luck, kid. Why don't you bet more?" "It's never good to press your luck." "I suppose. Well, heading off to the slots or..." "Nah, heading to the games. Hopefully by the time I get there, they won't be over." "Well, wish you luc- almost forgot who I was talking to for a second." "You can never have too much good luck and if you're me- you usually have too much bad." "Yeah, whatever. Well, you'd better hurry then." "Hey, Deuce! Wait up!" Cameron yelled, running out the door, nearly knocking over an older lady on the way out ("Well, I never--"). SCREEEEEEEEEECH! HOOOOOOONK! Psyyyy-duuuuuuuuck! "Watch where you're going, kid! I couldda' hi ya'!" yell the angry truck driver. "Whoa!" Cam, now realizing he was standing face-to-face with the grill of the man's truck, continued, "I'msorry,sir. Ididn'trealize- It'sjustthatI'monmywaytothegamesandmypsyduck-" As he bent down to pick up Deuce, who had waddled out the door, causing all of this trouble, the drivers face softened. "That's alright." He changed tones. "Is that so? Then you're in luck." Cam's ears perked up at the word. "If you need a lift, I'm taking this shipment to Viridian City. It may not be all the way to Indigo, but it's only a quick flight on Pidgeot Express and you're there." * * * * * * A few hours and later, Cam waved good-bye to Joe, as he found the driver's name to be. Joe wished him luck and set off to drop off his shipment at the pokemart in Pallet town. He mentioned something about Professor and a tree, but Cam had ceased paying attention. He was quickly scanning the city's skyline. Following Joe's directions, he darted off in the directions of Pidgeot Express. * * * * * * Relaxing in his hotel room, paid for by a winning lottery ticket on his last dollar, Cameron regretted that he missed the opening ceremony, but was relieved to find he had yet to miss a battle. Carefully grooming Money, his pet meowth, and watching reports of the days events on the evening news, Cam could not help but wander what it would be like to compete. Maybe one day he would find out. After all, he had all the training to get into the league and if he studied long enough he could probably pass the test. There was always the possibility of just going around to the gyms collecting badges. First, however, he would have to get a pokedex. First thing back in Celadon, he would get together enough coins to trade for one at the casino. "Maybe I will join the Pokemon league. But it will have to wait," Cameron thought, "Maybe tomorrow at the games..." As Cameron drifted off to sleep, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the quiet banter of Ace and Deuce, both too awake, after sleeping all day on the rides over, to fall asleep just yet. "Psy.. duck. Psy... duck?" "Slow." "Psyduck? Psy... duck?" "Poooke slooooow. Pooooke." TBC... (Tomorrow is a big day- the tournament awaits. OOC: Unfortunately with finals and project schedules, my next PW will probably be on Tuesday night at the earliest.) h-t0wn