(Let's see what happens if I have all the time in the world to type something!)
The sky was painted red and the sun sank beneath the horizon. A boy came up from behind the town through the path that led to it. He had come on a ship all the way to this region, he couldn't stay in Feronia. If the family wanted him back for some reason they would look for him there. He didn't want to go back, even though he was sure that they didn't want him back either. Why would anyone need dumb ol' Harvey Arden anyways?
His white hair was dyed red with the sunset. He had a black shirt with a blue over shirt and darker blue jeans. He had no cash, no items aside from what the man in the lab had given him, and no human friends. In his pocket he had a pokeball, in it contained his first and most precious pokemon, Crystal the lapras. She was his only pokemon, his only friend. She had once rescued him from drowning, and not to mention the time when she saved him from a crazed scientist that was obsessed with stealing her away from him. It was ok for him to be selfish about one thing right?
It was dark by the time he reached the town of Redwood. It was quiet, not a soul on the streets. "Everybody goes to sleep with the sun I suppose" he mumbled. He had wanted to get a hotel room, beg for one more likely since he had no money and nowhere to sleep. He was exhausted, traveling all day drained his energy and he was running on near nothing. He gave a sigh to the world and continued through the small town, having a look around despite how tired he was.
There seemed to be a lab, he wondered who the professor was here. He had met an odd person with an odd Gardevoir back in Feronia. He kind of missed Feronia, it's Astro Lake had been beautiful. It had reflected the stars better than any old mirror and it was nice to swim in at night. Lake Astro was also where he had gotten to know Crystal more, he knew nothing of her past. Crystal had been part of a pod of Lapras, she had a husband and a sweet young child. Her entire pod was brutally slaughtered when they were caught in the midst a war between the Missile Sharpedos and the Tank Wailords. Arden knew nothing of this tragic event, all he knew was that his Lapras was extremely protective over him.
He stopped in the center of the town, where a rickety old well stood. The well was the source of the town's water, without it they would have to travel miles for water. This made Harvey wonder, why didn't they just industrialize a bit more and get water pumps? He knew nothing of the water shortage problems in Route One, and that the cause of it was the fumes from Steeli city's pollution. He looked at the elderly houses, no lights, not even candlelight.
"Weird huh city boy?"A elderly voice sounded from behind him. Harvey whipped around to see and elderly lady with a bit of a hunched back and a cane walking towards him, "Yep you city folks don' know nothin' 'bout work do ya'? I bet y'all just sit back and play 'dem video games my grandchil'ren beg for." She hobbled closer until she was staring down the well, which was surprisingly full. She sighed, "Yep, here we do things the ol' fashion way. The clean way! Don't be so quiet boy! Say what's on your mind, I don't bite as hard as a mightyena!"
"Why do you go through so much hard work when you can have an easier life? I don't mean to be rude or anything but-"
"Ah, you're fine city-boy! As for the answer to your question, what's yer' favorite pokemon?"she asked, her eyes gleaming with interest as she adjusted her brown coat that kept her warm in the frigid air.
"Lapras...I think they're a beautiful pokemon" he replied simply.
"Lapras? That's odd, I was expecting something like a Garchomp or maybe Tyrannitar or Charizard. You're are rather odd fella' now aren't you? Especially with that white hair and those ruby eyes! Now, back to where i was getting at. If we were to do this industrial business, there would be two times as more pollution in the air and ocean. The Lapras would become sick, and you wouldn't have any lapras if they all got sick now would you?"
"Rhetorical question honey."
"It's alright. I don' mind!" the elderly woman said jollily, "Aside from that, workin' and keepin' yourself a movin' helps you live longer" she laughed warmly, "Now I reckon that you don't have a place to stay tonight, so why don' you come to ol' Hilda's house and we'll get some rest. You look more tired that a slakoth right this minute!" She gave another laugh and motioned for Harvey to follow.
Harvey was hesitant, but followed anyways. The old woman seemed nice enough. He trailed behind her, following her to wherever Hilda, he assumed that was her name, was going to take him. He was about to ask about a pokemon center, so he'd know where to go if Crystal was injured, when something clubbed him on the back of the head. He cried out in agony as he fell to the floor. Before he passed out, he felt someone search his pockets and chuckle, "Heh, Thanks for the pokemon."