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“... Coordinator...”

She tilted her head a bit. “Contests...?” Her country didn’t even have a League: let alone contests. Even then, she knew about battling: this other sport though was as foreign to her as she was to this country.

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While starting his journey, Drew felt that money did mean almost anything (case in point why he was staying in the inn in his first episode appearance). He knew his social status and had a bad habit of flaunting it around. However, as he matured during his travels he finally got to see the world outside of just LaRousse. It actually caused him to be a bit more giving so to speak. Though Drew still prefers to stay in some hotels or inns at times, he did eventually get over the not wanting to stay in a Pokemon Center thing...though after some bad run in with fans, that didn’t last long either.

It probably comes as no surprise, but Drew does know most meanings behind different flowers. It was something he picked up from spending the many different hours in his mother’s flower shop growing up as she tended to recite what each flower meant when she made an arrangement for people or when they just walked through the family greenhouse and she’d point out the different flowers to him. Though he kind of lets this go out the window with a red rose for a certain someone cause yolo but his mother did bring it up once or twice but he just shrugged it off/said he had to be somewhere

Unbeknown to most people, Caitlin was relatively new to Contests.

Sure, she knew what they were about. She’d seen enough of them on TV to have a good sense of what they were. In fact, she liked them. She liked anything that was a demonstration of beauty and grace. But alas, she wasn’t a top coordinator. She was an Elite Four. And that meant her strength (and main interest) was in battling.

When Caitlin walked through the doors of the contest hall, she couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it either when she joined the line to register for the upcoming contest. Maybe this was all just a dream. Heck, she couldn’t even remember if she woke up this morning. But a quick pinch to her forearm reassured her (or not) that it was reality. And ow, now her arm hurt.

She signed the registration forms and took a seat at the reception area. All around her, enthusiastic contestants babbled away. TV screens were displayed all over the room, showing footage of top contestants and their Pokemon. Some trainers came in with rolling suitcases that were, no doubt, filled to the brim with supplies and costumes for their beloved pokemon. 

The new environment have her a cold, heavy feeling. She was completely out of her element. She and Musharna hadn’t even started competing yet, and she was already feeling Butteerfrees in her stomach. 

A distraction would be nice, she decided. Very nice. The green-haired man next to her looked friendly enough.

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