<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/gurennlagann/images/2/2f/Yomako.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Drevana Nasarus<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Douglasberg city stadium<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybody, yet nobody<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokemon:</strong>Lucille, Torchic<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The evening after the group from the contest dispersed for the day. In the case of the redhead author, she simply retired back to her hotel room and wrote down a few of the key notes from her day. After all, if there was a chance that she'd have the opportunity to transcribe her real life encounters and experiences down on paper to make a more compelling story, she didn't want to forget a single detail of it. Well, either way she knew that she'd have to call it an early night, since there was supposed to be some kind of crazy ceremony the next day, and she wanted to make sure that she was completely refreshed for it. With that she went to bed peacefully, getting a good night's sleep before she woke up for what was sure to be a very long, hectic day. When she woke up the next morning, she'd have no idea just how right she had been.<br/><br/>Hectic wasn't even the word for what was happening in the streets of Douglasberg. For a woman who was raised in a medium sized town and then shipped herself over to living in one of the more wealthy areas of Tetso, Drevana wasn't prepared in the slightest for just how<em>alive</em>the streets were, and how cram packed they were with people who seemed to be chomping at the bit for their chance to catch a glimpse of the up and coming gym leaders. Truth be told, the excitement made her slightly nervous, since she was sure that half of these trainers watching could likely mop the floor with her if they were to fight right now. Despite the fact that she was supposed to be one of the most talented in the region, her and her fellow leaders were so inexperienced that it was difficult to maintain confidence. Nevertheless, this was her duty, she would grow stronger, that much was certain.<br/><br/>She found herself seated comfortably in the stadium's waiting room, where she snacked casually despite her curled stomach and simply stuck herself in a book. From an outsider looking in, it would be difficult to see just how shaky she was, since she was exceptional at keeping her nerves under lock down and preventing anybody from getting an edge over her from a simple gauge of emotions. She would keep to herself if not disturbed until the main show started, but she wouldn't be opposed to conversing with her fellow gym leaders if they happened to approach her.