<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>[Vermilion City]</strong></span><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">[Audrey &amp; Slowpoke</span>]</strong><br/>(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/5/56/Spr_3e_079_s.gif)<br/></div><br/>Audrey's pale green hair stuck together in clumps as sweat dripped down her face. Each step was agonizing to the already tired pokemon trainer, who had finally arrived in Vermilion City after almost a day's worth of biking. Said bike was being rolled alongside her now, her butt much too sore to continue riding and maneuvering in the street. A bulbasaur atop Audrey's head gave her some much needed shade by unfurling its leaves- a sight that drew the attention of most passerby, until they realized it was only an extremely detailed hat. The young trainer took it wherever she went, a parting gift from her parents to remind her of home. The green complimented her hair nicely, and it was the closest thing she could get to a real bulbasaur anyway.<br/><br/>Vermilion City was certainly beautiful though, thought Audrey, in an attempt to make her trip here worth it. She was especially bitter from the insufferable heat of the sun, but thankfully it was setting soon. On the bright (maybe too bright) side, the setting sun cast the entire town in a beautiful orange glow, which the town was named for. Audrey crossed the Vermillion sunset off her list of things to see. While most trainers ventured out into the world to eventually challenge the Elite Four, this one preferred to go sightseeing. After all, she had all the freedom in the world for a change; why not enjoy it? The journey between destinations was a pain in the ass though-<em>literally.</em>Eventually, Audrey made it to the Vermilion Harbor with ferry ticket in hand. The S.S. Aqua would take her to Olivine, and from there it was only a relatively short trip through Goldenrod to Azalea, her destination. Her body practically tingled with excitement at the thought of seeing the slowpoke well, since it was her favorite pokemon. There would be so many slowpokes!<br/><br/>"Isn't that right, Lazy?" Audrey cooed in a singsong voice, to the slowpoke resting in its pokeball, nestled snugly in Audrey's jacket.<br/><br/>Right before she boarded though, Audrey's pokegear rang with a call.<br/><br/>"Helllooo~" she sang, excited to finally be getting on her boat.<br/><br/>"Thank Mewtwo you picked up. This is Dr. Fuji of the Pokemon Research Institute. I was told by an associate of mine here at the Pokemon Lab in Cinnabar that you may be able to help. The scientists at the institute managed to salvage many of the documents prior to the volcanic eruption and we’ve rediscovered some research data that the Lab was working on years ago. Our findings are seemingly promising, but we need an extra hand to deal with some ruckus while we continue running experiments. That’s where you come in.<br/><br/>Our lab was previously in contact with Giovanni, the former head of Team Rocket and received a grant from the criminal enterprise. Although it’s not much, I’ll tell you everything I know about Team Rocket’s activities. The S.S. Tidal ferry service should be running on schedule from Vermilion City and Pallet Town. Hop a boat and get your ass over here A.S.A.P.!"<br/><br/>After a moment of consideration, Audrey agreed with a cheery 'Okay!'. Cinnabar was another one of her destinations anyway, and the man sounded urgent. A quick ticket exchange and an hour later, she collapsed on a soft bed on the S.S. Tidal.