Jerry
Let's get back into it *Cracks knuckles*
Ernest
Ashley was putting out a towel and umbrella, preparing for a relaxing day at the island's beach. She was supposed to meet some other Trainers here, but she'd arrived early to set up for them. She didn't know these people yet, and she was giving them a hand anyway. After putting the umbrella's pole in the sand and slowly backing away from it to make sure it didn't fall backwards, Ashley sat on the towel and let her trusty Corviknight out of its Poké Ball to enjoy the sun. She then checked her watch. The others would arrive any minute.
William
"Do you think this is still a good idea, Enphyéa? I don't think I can handle being around a stranger I don't know!" *I excused myself, my hands intensely fidgeting as we approached to the beach, one of the special places in Sigford that I was fond of being around at. A place where I can contemplate on my life choices, or just spend time with my Pokemon by letting them do whatever they want more than usual. Enphyéa enjoyed being there the most. I could tell due to her always laying down on her back whenever she goes to the coean, closing her eyes as she ignored everyone and minded her own business as usual.*

*Usually, I go to the beach whenever I really need some peace of mind, especially to help distract my consistently wacky thoughts. This time, it felt like it was out of force... Because it was. Enphyéa literally bellowed at me when I tried to dismiss a trainer inviting me to the beach. Yeah, this could be my chance to make a friend and potentially have one, but I wanted to befriend others when I'm good and ready.*

*But it seems like that 'good and ready' got rushed.*

"Emp." She hastily replied, patting my back. 

"Bleh." *I deeply sighed, my hands intertwining between each other. I didn't want to leave a bad impression on myself, since I knew this would be a possible opportunity for me to make a friend. A good friend, a possible long-life one! Well... I shouldn't be that optimistic. I said that a lot of times and it never went well. All I can really do is just hop for the best, really. Just... Hope.*

"I wonder how long it'll take for us to get there-" *Suddenly, I realized that my shoes were touching something soft, yet grainy. I felt the weird, crunchy sounds that made me think I was walking through a bunch of rocks. Looking down, I noticed my shoes were on... Sand.* "Oh, looks like we're here- oh, no." *Before I knew it, I was at the flipping beach. Only about two people were there. One was lying down, and another was sitting with their Pokemon. Before I knew it, my eyes recognized the individual with the Pokemon was the very trainer that invited me here to the beach. Gosh darn it, Rovele. Why did you have to remember this, out of all the other things you could've been able to remember better!?*

"Yeah, I think I'll just-" *I couldn't escape at all. My whole entire team pushed me away from the opposite path and onto the trainer. Looking at them, I aggressively kicked the sand out of pure fear, wishing to turn around, but I knew I would be asking to get pummeled if I tried to. Facing my ground, I took a deep breath, kept my composure, and finally spoke out some small words.*

"Hey... I'm- uh, well. I'm Rovele... The, uh. Uhm- one of the trainers you invited here to the beach, right?" *I said, wincing out most of my words.*
Jerry
I'll probably come back tomorrow because it's getting late here