Louie clutched on tightly to his bag, they had searched him upon entering the train, quiet thoroughly as well. The laughing jokes about his timid nature and rosy blushing cheeks that almost made him look girlish were something he had to deal with on a daily basis, but making him repeat his name over and over again, purely to hear his feminine high voice and make him the laughing stock of the line waiting to get in, it was just cruel. The young man felt tears press behind his eyes as he was finally let it, apparently the look of a guy about to cry was not something the conductors wanted their supervisors to see, in the end, he was still a paying customer.<br/><br/>Louie gingerly stroked his hair a little more flat in a vain attempt to make it less notable, it had seemed like a good idea at the time to dye it in his favourite color. Every time he would see his reflection he would feel his heart flutter at the knowledge he looked exactly as he wanted to be like, confident and perhaps pretty, but unfortunately most people deemed his strange love for the big blue and water as a weird trait, rather then an indulgment of his personality.Nevertheless, the painstaking long trip through the hallways of the train were something to keep himself busy, as he did not want to sit down in a car with anyone else, perhaps being forced into a conversation of the likes he just had to go through. He knew he looked like he was, but to make such a show out of it just pained his heart each time someone laughed at his expense. Nevertheless, at some point he stood before a cart, and watched a lady with her arms full suitcases trying to get past him, an impossible feat to do, which made the unlucky guy sneak into the nearest cabin, only to fall on the coach on his ass.<br/><br/>He bumped against a crawled up young lady in yellow, and was almost afraid he might wake her up. Slowly but steadily he shuffled backwards on the seat and found himself sitting in a small confined space with other young people, feeling the big pokeball pressing against his back were he had taped it securely to his skin. There was no way in hell that he would go on a journey like this, leaving his family and all that he had known without his best friend in life. But oh, how he wished he could have his little buddy out and on his lap now, as it would give him a lot more confidence that pressing his knees together and holding the his knee caps tightly, almost as if he was afraid to have them fall off. In a futile attempt to seem more comfortable around these people he started softly tapping his pants, trying not to look at the others faces, but instead studied the shimmering metal plates of the door. He did it rather convincingly. if anyone would look at him they would think of him mad, as if he would have found the most precious material in the world being processed in this ordinary train.<br/><br/><i>Oh dear, how is he going to survive this all on his own?</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>