Arnetta
The Midnight Moon hovered over the graveyard. Allister laid down, sleeping with the ghosts of resting Pokémon. This was the only place Allister was used to. Everywhere else was either too crowded or full of People that would immediately notice him and begin to swarm him. *"This doesn't feel right..."* He quietly said to himself. He curled right next to a gravestone for better comfort

Allister then felt a breeze. The night was cold... But maybe even too cold. Suddenly, the wind blew his mask from his hands. The mask was special to him. Without it, he'd be vulnerable. "Hey!" Allister called out taking notice. He began to ran after the mask, wanting to immediately put it back on the moment he had his hands onto it. He wasn't ready to face the spotlight mask less. It was unlike him. Allister then slipped and fell onto mud as the Mask flew away. Well at least now his face was covered with dirty mud. It wasn't much but it *Sort of* Worked. *"Well that's something..."* Allister quietly said, feeling a bit of humility, but comfortable
Christopher
*The purple haired Acerola is seen perambulating through the graveyard. She lets the breeze flow through her hair, the moonlight seeming to follow her as she walked along the paved path. Out of no where, a white mask hits her on the ankle. Startled, she jumps a bit, and then stoops down to pick it up* "What a lovely mask!" *She exclaims, though a bit quieter, still wishing to be respectful of the dead. She pulls from her pocket a little pad, and sticks a small purple butterfly sticker on the mask's cheek* "Cute!!" *She says with a smile as she puts it up to her face to look through it*
Arnetta
Allister heard the sounds of someone nearby and quickly hid behind a gravestone. Whoever was out there, they might be the type of person who would seemingly ask for an autograph, make fun of his appearance, or do other things that make him feel uncomfortable. Allister peeked over to see a young *(and admittingly cute)* Purple haired girl who just so happened to find his mask. Now certainly out of reach, Allister was concerned and even afraid. What would they think of him? All these thoughts made him feel worse. But something strange happened...
He felt... Like he had the urge to approach them. Maybe he could kindly ask for them to return his mask. He had left his spare masks elsewhere so that option ruled out. He had to suck up every ounce of fear and shyness and walk up to them.

*"H-Hello... There..."* Allister began to say. The mud-covered silent boy started at her, looking just as nervous as ever. How this would go was determined by the way the other trainer saw him. A homeless boy who thought it was a good idea to dress up and get covered in mud this late, or a boy who was afraid. Threatened by the inhumane acts throughout the world hoping to get his mask back and be slight happy once more
Johanna
I think Allister by 1 year
Christopher
*She jumps a bit at the soft voice* "O-oh! Alola!" *She smiles sweetly with her signature "W-shaped" Smile.* "I'm Acerola! What's your name?" *She gives the little boy a curtsey, a radiant happiness about herself*

*Despite her friendliness, She looks at him a bit sideways, noticing all of the grime on his face* "Oh~ you seem to have a bit of- pet me get that for you!" *She pulls up her skirt and goes to wipe the mud off of his face*