Timothy
Morgan was in the Game Room, holding a cue stick, aiming carefully. His Blaziken was doing the same thing, analyzing Morgan's movements. Morgan's stick shot forward, knocking a blue 3 ball into a pocket. His grinned at Blaziken, who glared as they lined up their shot.
Robert
A boy enters the room, hands in his pockets as he looks over at the lone man playing pool with his blaziken. He walks over to the other side of the table, watching,"Mind if I join after your game?"
Timothy
The Q ball was hit into a 9 striped yellow ball by Blaziken. That means both players were left to see who wins. "Of course you can. I'm Morgan, by the way. What's your name?" He asked, lining up a shot.
Robert
"Its Oscar", despite his wrist having a thick, black shackle on it, he moved with relative ease as he taps his fingers on the table,"How about you?"