John
A cave. Such a perfect place for a person like him, or... More like, a perfect place to have some calm, silence... Just the silent drops of the water that came from the walls, a soothing and relaxing noise. Then the darkness of that peculiar place. It was mysterious, frightening even! But what was better for inspiration than a place that makes you shiver in emotions? The orange haired man was already deep in the darkness of the cave, the only source of light came from a small ball of feathers, a Hoothoot named Orlando. The little bird was using flash to light Adam's way through as it rested on top of its trainer's head. However, while he was walking, something caught his attention. Was this some kind of precious stone? Immediately interested, he put a hand over his chin and squinted, yes! That was the perfect reference he needed for his next paintings! "Mmh..." The artist grumbled to himself, before he smirked in satisfaction to himself. "Sublime, simply amazing!" The Hoothoot howled in confusion at what Adam meant by that. "If only I had my sketchbook with me... What a beginner mistake!" 

And the second he spoke these words, he heard the clear noise growl, yikes! What was all of this?! And... And... A ball? The poor ball the young girl lost hit his left foot, which caused the man to shriek a little in surprise. "WHY IS THERE A BALL, NOW??" That whole situation was uncanny to say the least. And just then he heard the noise of a child, it was high and the little laughter coming with it just made the four-eyed man sweat in fear. What was this place? Was it haunted?? But he read books before coming here and it didn't mention anything about it! "WHO'S THERE, WHO ARE YOU?! IS THAT BALL YOURS?!" He questioned across the cave, his back backed up against the wet, dirty wall. What an odd question to ask when you were scared for your life!
Joel
She continued running down the dark cave, not having any light sources. She simply ran, and ran. Eventually, she heard someone yell.. Ball?! She could have sworn the voice said ball! She let out an angry growl, as she kept running. 

"Give.. Me.. My.. BALL!"

She yelled out, still running. Eventually, she saw the dim glow of a light source. She eventually was close enough to see the shape of the light source.. Which was a sphere! 

"Aha! I've found you!" 

She quickly scooped up the spherical light source, and stopped in her tracks. She gave a happy sigh, as she hugged it.

"I'll never lose you again ball.. Hmm.. You're a lot warmer than you were before.. And did you.. Grow feathers?" 

She quickly looked down at the object, swiftly realizing that it was not her ball, but it was.. A Hoothoot?! She let out a surprised yelp, and quickly dropped the Pokémon. She slowly turned around, and noticed an orange haired man was approaching her. She let out a soft giggle.

"Hehe.. Oops."
John
Adam was caught off guard at the very instant his dear Orlando has been picked up from his head by... A KID? '*Oh hell, no.*' He thought to himself, he didn't have the patience required to communicate with kids, not at all. "..." He stayed quiet dumbfounded, the Hoothoot glaring at the girl with visible confusion. "Hoot?" The Pokémon called out softly, but only flew back on its trainer's head yet again. Well... At least he was reassured, she seemed to be just a random kid that wanted her ball back. So he sighed, and crouched down to reach for the small ball, handing it back to her. "Here." He eventually said, moving away from the wall and dusted his clothes from the dirt, yikes! He had some on his hands now, it made him cringe. "Urgh, what a pain." He complained.

It wasn't everyday you could see a little girl all alone in such a dark cave... And... Didn't she heard that growl too??? "What are you doing here, kid?" He asked her, crossing his arms with a raised brow. She must be a weird girl... Her outfit alone made him have a priori. "I don't know what's crossing your tiny mind, but if I were you I wouldn't venture too far down. Haven't you heard that threatening growl from afar?" He had no time to take care of a kid... Nor did he have the time to discuss. But he couldn't leave her all alone in such a place now, could he? "Dear Arceus..." He whispered to himself, pinching his nose in annoyance. "Listen, how ab—" And the second he was about to talk again, the growl resonated once again, it was getting closer and closer, the Hoothoot itself started to panic, not even lighting the cave anymore. "W-What the f- FRICK?!" The artist shrieked once again. "ORLANDO, LA LUMIERE, REMETS LA!!" Kalosian, *'The light, put it back'* "H-Hey, brat? Where are you?" At least she seemed friendly compared to that nasty growl.
Joel
She swiftly grabbed her ball, and hugged it tightly. Fortunately, this time, it was actually her ball, and not the Hoothoot. She happily sighed, and looked down at her ball.

"I saved you from the foul creature! I'll never kick you like that again.."

She turned towards the orange haired man, who was speaking to her. Before she could utter out a response, the loud growl could be heard again. She jumped up slightly, clutching her ball into her chest. 

"Wait.. You weren't the one making that sound?"

She quickly turned to face the opposite direction of him, her ball held tightly in her hands, ready to be thrown. A wide grin grew on her face.

"I don't really know what you're saying, mister, but it's okay! I will protect you!"