Ian sat quietly on the train, thoughts dark and still. If he was very careful about it, he could almost find a calm center where his mind wasn't consumed by sudden overwhelming despair and panic at trying to merely comprehend the position he was in. He had never
really considered the fact that he might be picked, the odds of him being picked out of all the male potentials were too farfetched for him to imagine, but here he was. The low rumble of the train helped drone out other noises, and Ian tried to focus on the little bit of light in the situation.
"Pulllllll" the small worm pokemon in his lap lifted its head, and Ian gingerly dropped his fingers to it so she could investigate and become used to him. After a moment of cautious touches and blinks, the wurmple crawled up his hand and onto his wrist, slowly making her way up his arm and investigating the rest of him.
"Hello there little lady..." Ian said softly to the cautious wurmple, "I suppose I should name you, we're going to be together for a while..." The wurmple lifted her head, glassy bug eye staring at Ian. Ian felt he
had to name the young pokemon, Ian did it as a rule for every pokemon of his, and he wanted to bond especially well with the wurmple. They would have to trust eachother with their lives after all.
"Beauty," Ian finally decided softly, "Perhaps a little cliche, but it fits you." He brought a finger to the wurmple's head and gave her a tiny scratch. He gave a small smile, but the expression felt brittle on his lips and it faded quickly as Beauty found herself a perch on his shoulder... where Nibbs his rattata usually sat at home. No... he couldn't think about home, that would only make things harder...
"We should meet the the other Hoenn tributes," Ian said to Beauty. The wurmple had nothing to add, remaining quiet and hunching down hesitantly. Despite saying this, mostly to convince himself to do it he admitted, Ian remained in the room for several minutes more, deep in thought. Ian then stood up, a floating sort've slow grace to his movements as he slowly slid his room's door open, stepping into the next train car and keeping his eyes wide open as he moved down the cars, looking for the other three tributes from his region.
((Sorry for the length, just setting things up! Let the games begin and may the odds be ever in your favor

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