<div class="floatleft">(http://img638.imageshack.us/img638/7554/pkmntrainericon.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img832.imageshack.us/img832/7048/parasicon.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>[Route Nine]</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>[Samantha &amp; Parsley]</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=137245.msg6139735#msg6139735)</div><br/>As much as she loved to travel, there was just something unsettling about the routes between towns and cities that Samantha was never quite able to place.  Maybe it was as simple as her university years softening up her sense of adventure.  Maybe it was the inherent dangers of traveling through the wilderness.  Or maybe<em>unsettling</em>wasn't the word for it at all.  There was a tightness in her chest, a sense of plummeting into the unknown.<br/><br/>Maybe it was<em>excitement</em>, the thrill of not knowing what was just around the next c-<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>THUMP!</strong></span>Doctor Greene barely managed so much as a squeak before tumbling unceremoniously down one of Route Nine's notoriously steep hills.  Face planted in the dirt, rump in the air, she must have looked quite the fool.  She groaned.  Parsley was sitting just in front of her nose, looking profoundly disappointed in her.<br/><br/>"Oh don't<em>you</em>look at me like that!" she snapped, hastily getting to her feet and dusting herself off.  "Yes, yes, that's what I get for not paying attention to you."<br/><br/>Parsley nodded smugly, turning about and shaking his tail end at her before skittering off again.  Samantha pursed her lips.<em>Now just who is whose trainer here?!</em><br/><br/>