>>5749755>>5749763>>5749768>>5749792>>5749934>Loner. You’ve got no friends, little to no acquaintances and you don’t really mind. As you make your way to the crowd, some faces seem to recognize you, but none approach. The only thing you get are looks, most are plain apathy, but you can distinguish some, looks of fear, of pity, of scorn. Some folks have formed an opinion of you derived from your asocial behavior and you care too little to correct any idea they´ve formed.
A man and their heavily armored Camerupt direct you to your place in line and instruct you to wait until the doors to the building are open. Atop the entrance in faded golden letters reads “Aztlan Capture and Defense Corps: Silverpoint Branch.” You can't help but feel that this whole thing is an unnecessary hassle. Still, it´s better than a couple of decades ago, you had to go through a full year of service with the Capture and Defense Corps before, they gave anyone a license, it's a good thing that stuff stopped after the last "Suppression" war.
From what you’ve heard, the exam itself is divided into three parts, a written test covering the basics about Pokémon handling and training. A “catching” test and a battling phase. You aren’t sure what the details entail since you didn’t give any of this much thought.
With the excitement of your earlier altercation with the Houndour long gone, the wait becomes increasingly tiring, as you weather the scorching summer sun and your empty stomach. Trying to put your mind at ease you look around for distractions. Where do your eyes and ears wander too?
>A group of diligent-looking kids, doing some probably unnecessary last-minute cramming, one of them seemed fearful of you. >A pair of the Capture and Defense soldiers are talking in a hurried but hushed tone. They seem a tad angry. Maybe if you get nearer you might be able to make sense of what they are saying. >A pair of loud thuggish-looking boys, they seem to be annoying others around them with their inane discussions. Judging by their attires they might be in one of the new gangs that have been popping up or are trying to join it. >The kids from the private sector, those rich motherfuckers don’t know how good they have it. >There’s this girl, you recognize her from your class. You’ve never talked to her but you can’t seem to be able to stop looking at her. >There’s a guy nearby that just won’t shut up. You just want to get lost in your thoughts but the guy won’t stop babbling about berries or some shit. >Other/ write in. 