![]() It's like sleeping on a Jolteon" Scarlet lamented. " Oh Scarlet, you should be sleep! You don't wanna be late for work tomorrow" She advised, but she didn't have to sleep on that horrid bed. The sound of her door swinging open reeled her back in as she turned to see the headmistress with a giant bowl of udon standing at the threshold. The subject of Pokemon Training was a highly contested issue, but "wild" pokemon simply didn't exist here. The Champions from other regions would rent huge ocean liners and host battles on international waters events that typically sold out within minutes. To even own a Pokeball was a crime here, it was seen as discriminatory toward the pokemon populace. The Terran region was small dwarfed in size by the likes of Orre and Sinnoh, but what made this region different from all the rest was Pokemon Training was outlawed. ![]() What was usually a huge draw was when the Pokemon League Champions from other regions visited the island from time to time. The people who lived here typically spent there days prepping for the busy seasons, when hordes of tourists would come to buy items that were native only to this island. ![]() People from all over came here for rest and reprieve. The Island, Pambello Island, was a resort on the fringes of the Terran Region and Orre. The Pokemon would presumably eat, mate, and then disappear beyond the reaches of the island. Periodically she could see Wailmer and Wailord breach from far off, here they tend to be more active at night so they could frolic without running into a human surfing. Her room happened to have a beautiful view of the town elevated so she could peer into the streets but also catch the ocean reflecting iridescent rays from the moon. She was an ok lady, but she snored when she slept in most cases, no one could tell the difference between her or Snorlax. Of course, there was the case where you could get a good view and suitable furniture, but be right next to the headmistress room. The rooms were a roll of the dice, you either got the right furniture and a bad view, or you'd get lousy furniture and a good view. That's how things worked here, kids would either be adopted or turn 18, and everyone in the orphanage would rotate rooms. The frame was bent, giving it a "twisted" appearance, it then dawned to her that the previous owners weren't that big, so they only occupied a fraction of the bed. 'How did any of the others sleep' She thought to herself as she climbed out of bed to inspect. ![]() She couldn't sleep her bed wasn't comfortable in the least she could feel some of the loose springs digging into her lower back, causing her to flinch every time. ![]()
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