The Pokemon League of Sinnoh Elite Academy Trainer graduates are the movers and shakers of the Pokemon World. Few gym leaders, Elites, and frontier brains have earned their position without a certification from an Elite Academy. After receiving your acceptance letter to Sinnoh Elite Academy, it’s your turn to be the very best, like no one ever was.
Elite Academy is a statless, literate Pokemon college role play. Students are limited to one Pokemon at the start and may gain more as they progress. We strive to create a literate, collaborative, creative environment where people respect one another and have fun.
MAY 26TH, 2019
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What a day it had been. A cram to even just leave the building after dumping her stuff in her room. She couldn't even remember if it was a double or not; she just up and went as soon as she claimed it. After a cram to get out the door, and possibly crushing her chest, she finally had that... experience on the hill. Yeah, wasn't expecting that in her day, but whatever. The day was still young. There was still time in the morning to yet set-up her stuff before class, or whatever the timetable called for.
When she got back to the building, the buzz was still there. People were chattering and talking, rich chicks moving mountains of luggage and longing suitors helping them move. It was kind of funny to see 20 guys swarm one girl's luggage, although she hoped it was for more noble reasons. Darting and weaving through the mob, she made it to the second floor. She looked at her key, numbered so elegantly in a boutique font- this was the right floor. She stood on her tiptoes to no avail. Everyone was so tall that all the petite pinkette got was a good look at the back of some guy's blazer. A lap of the room quickly revealed where she was supposed to e.
As she approached the room, she got kind of excited, like a child shaking a present from under the Christmas tree. Did she grab a double? What kind of roommate would she have if she did? The anticipation was immense as she looked at the number on the key, and the door. She inserted her key into the door. Should she go now? Would there even be someone else in the room? Either way, she did have to set up. Unlocking the lock, the turned the handle and opened the door.
Post by Xander Valencia on Apr 1, 2019 2:13:25 GMT
Xander held his breath as he slid the key into the door to his new dorm room. After all these years of struggling to get by, he was finally at the place he had always dreamed of—the Sinnoh Elite Academy. It was both exhilarating but also terrifying at once. Now that he was here, he really had to prove himself to both the school and to his family that he could do this. After a moment's pause, Xander gently pushed open the door to his dorm room and stepped inside. Although small, the room had a little more space than he had imagined, which was likely due to the fact that there were two beds instead of one. His gaze drifted towards one side of the room, where a large pile of belongings had already been dropped prior. It had seemed that his new roommate was here previously and left in a hurry.
It wasn't like Xander had much to unpack, anyway; due to losing almost everything in the fire five years ago, he possessed very few personal belongings. He never had any money to put aside for personal things, as all of the money he made during high school was to support his family. After unpacking his clothes, bedding, and books, the dark indigo-haired man pulled out the one treasure he possessed—a framed photograph of him and Isabelle on the day he received his acceptance letter into SEA. The photograph contained the two aspects of his life that he cherished the most. With the slightest hint of a smile appearing upon his face, Xander propped the frame up on the shelf above his desk. After glancing at it for a few seconds, he went back to work with setting up his new dorm room by making his bed.
At that moment, the door clicked, and Xander turned his head towards the sound. The door swung open, and there in the doorway stood a girl around his age, maybe a little younger, with pink hair. She was noticeably smaller in stature than he was, and she was practically shaking with excitement. One could only conclude that this sprightly young lady was his new roommate. Providing her only a nod in her direction of acknowledgement, Xander's golden eyes shifted back to the task at hand.
On perfectly oiled hinges, the door swung open. It would be something that Layla would have to get used to; doors that don't squeak like a choir mouse every time you open them. In her mind, she ran through exactly what kind of girl would be waiting on the other side, like pressing the random button on a character creation menu. Blonde? Pale? Short? Oh, she hoped they were short. If she was lucky, maybe even shorter than her, as unlikely as that would be.
She was practically bouncing in time with Fluffee when she opened the door and saw... a guy? Jumping with excitement as he nodded, Layla slowed to a standstill by the time he turned away. If one paid any kind of attention towards her, they'd be able to see the cog and gears turning in her head. Either that or the sounds of Dial-Up whispering out of her ears. She knew that the building itself was co-ed, but the rooms themselves too?
There was a lexicon of words on the tip of her tongue, and an encyclopedia of feelings swirling in her core, none of which were up to the challenge of explaining themselves. There were shock, disappointment, and intrigue at the thought of sharing her room with a guy, followed immediately by about 1000 different scenarios of what could happen, none of which were favorable.
Should she say something? Maybe inquire as to whether or not he had the wrong- well, he got in with the correct key, so he was the right one. Still, it was like... How? Was there not enough room? No, they weren't that slack. Well, she had better make the most of it, or at least extend a greeting. "Hey, uh..." walking over to her pile of luggage, "Name's Layla. What's yours?" trying to change the confused expression on her face towards her natural default of a cheerful grin. Her tone was gentle and sweet. "The crowd outside is pretty nuts, huh?" the hum and buzz of the swarming mob a rough facsimile of a hive audible through the door.
Post by Xander Valencia on Apr 1, 2019 20:50:18 GMT
There was a moment of silence after the pink-haired girl entered the room. Not that Xander paid it any mind; he knew silence better than anyone else. The stillness within the air brought him to think that maybe this girl was as inarticulate as he was.
Boy, was he wrong.
She spoke with such a sweet, gentle tone, and it was not until that moment that Xander realized how peculiar it was for his assigned roommate to be female. Not that he particularly cared; he was fine with whoever was his roommate, as long as they were a decent human being. He knew, however, how awkward it must be for the small girl. What was her name again...Layla?
Xander kept his focus entirely upon his bed as he made it, never once glancing back towards the girl on the other side of the room. "Xander." he answered flatly in contrast as he straightened out his bed sheets, tugging at the corners to make sure everything laid absolutely perfect without answering her next question. He was never much one for formalities.
Ohhhh man. Well, if she wanted peace, she’d found the perfect roommate. If she wanted a fun roommate, they’d have a lot to work through. Layla could work with quiet, but this seemed standoffish at worst. The logistics of sharing a room with a dude could be worked through later… Probably directly after they could hold a conversation. Baby steps, after all.
She pearl pinkette ignored the slight rudeness, and went to her pile of luggage, hoisting the most massive suitcase up onto the bare mattress. She clicked open the lids, the hard case bag spawning a conversation topic while she was starting unpacking her clothes. Socks, pants, shirts, jackets and everything else that a girl moving out would need to wear.
“So… Xander?” the pronunciation foggy as her pitch rose. Was it Xandar or Xander. Oh well, he didn’t seem like the kind of man who would overreact to something like that. “Where are you from?” If he’d spoken more, she’d probably be able to figure it out, but only one word do not a first impression make.
Post by Xander Valencia on Apr 9, 2019 4:52:42 GMT
"Unova. Nimbasa City." Xander answered her inquiry firmly, spreading his blanket out upon his bed and taking a step back to admire his work. With his side of the room finally set up, the indigo-haired man reached into his backpack and carefully retrieved a pokeball from inside. "Sorry for the wait." He spoke ever so quietly in a soft, tender tone, drastically different from just moments ago. With a click, the pokeball opened, summoning a small, timid mareep on top of the freshly made bed. The fluffy sheep creature glanced around the room, obviously dazed from the change of scenery. Her demeanor instantly turned into fear as she began to bleat loudly in a panic from her unfamiliar surroundings. Xander outstretched his arms, and within an instant the critter sprung into his comforting embrace.
Xander cradled the little pokemon within his arms, and as if by magic, a serene calm fell over her as she ceased her crying. The freshman turned to his new roommate, making eye contact with her for the first time since their conversation began, his amber eyes seemingly piercing her through. "I apologize if Isabelle is...loud. She cries easily." He gently caressed Isabelle's wool, causing his hair to rather comically stand up on end due to the static. The juxtaposition of his solemn face, his frizzed out hair, and the adorable pokemon in his arms was a lot to take in. After a long pause, Xander spoke once more, his voice serious yet slightly hesitant.
"Your name. Was it...Lala?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had pronounced her name wrong. What an idiot. His face glowed a light pink as he turned his head away from her, not wanting to make any more eye contact.
Woah! He was from Unova, and from Nimbasa too? Her unpacking stopped to turn and look at him again, somewhat out of shock. So, he was a city slicker then. Layla herself came from Nacrene, and while that wasn’t precisely rural, it was no urban metropolis. Well, now they had a bit of common ground, which was more than what they had not 20 seconds ago. Man, now they could have a conversa- and he’s gone.
She watched him whip out a Pokéball, and out came one of the most adorable Mareep she’d ever seen. Even when she bleating and mewing, the sheepy fluffball was delightful and had easily won Layla’s heart. Still, it was a weird juxtaposition; stern and adorable within the same frame.
It hard to not giggle when he got her name wrong and blushed; it was a cute nickname though. “Close. It’s Layla, but you can call me that anyway” a cheerful grin on her face, pearly whites bared. She flossed. “And that’s fine, my fellow Unovan,” subtly but not subtly dropping a hint.
Fluffee bounced herself up onto Layla’s bed, jumping up and bounce to see someone with a fluffy countenance to match her own. She, however, was not as much of a fan of all the noise, so she was incredibly thankful when the Mareep was calmed. “Don’t mind Fluffee, she’s just a bit weird around crying,” picking up her fluffy friend. “So her name is Isabelle? That’s so sweeeeet. What made you pick that name?”
Post by Xander Valencia on Apr 11, 2019 4:52:53 GMT
Xander turned his head back to Layla after realizing that she wasn't upset his blunder. She had such a wholesome, pure smile; it was one that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and was highly contagious. The blush faded from his cheeks as the faintest hint of a closed-mouth smile crawled across his face.
It was at this moment that Xander finally noticed the small cotton ball bouncing on the bed. His eyes lit up and almost sparkled as he was overwhelmed with the sheer amount of cuteness the pokemon emitted. Fluffee was adorable, and endearing pokemon like her was one of Xander's number one weaknesses. He was far too occupied with fawning over the fluffy that it took Layla speaking once more to bring him back to reality.
"I hope Isabelle doesn't become a problem," he spoke, petting the fluffball in his arms once again. The sheep pokemon nuzzled her face against his hand, causing a few static sparks to fly, but not even prompting a flinch from Xander. He was far too used to her static. The boy went quiet after hearing her next question, mulling over his words carefully before speaking. "I didn't choose her name, her previous owner did." He left it at that, turning back to his bed and setting the mareep ever so gently down upon the blankets.
More silence passed. Xander kept almost opening his mouth as if to speak, but refrained from doing so. He always did have a hard time formulating just what he wanted to say. Finally, after careful consideration, he asked her a question.
Her smile was as wide as ever, particularly when admiring the fluff lamb before her. She was so cute, even when discharging, causing the blue-haired boy's 'do to stand on end like an anime protagonist. Either that or a mad scientist. "Oh, don't worry; she won't be a problem," almost instinctively reaching out, but drawing back; it'd be a bad idea to pat the zappy sheep, as adorable as it may be. No permission and no desire to get zapped were great excuses. She guessed that it was only through experience that he was okay with it, and she'd probably be put flat on the ground.
"Yeah! I'm from Nacrene, although we moved a long time ago. Like, over a decade ago," her smile gone, her expression turned quizzical, trying to recall the date, but she gave up quickly — no point in being specific about it. "It's where I picked up Fluffee," scooping up the bouncing cotton-ball in her arms, grassy critter nuzzling too. That was one advantage she had. There was no need to redo her hair after patting Fluffee; it'd take forever to fix it. "So you got her in a trade?" the cotton-ball trying to lean towards the electric sheep, curious about the timid creature.
Post by Xander Valencia on Apr 22, 2019 5:23:52 GMT
"...I would not call it a trade if I never gave anything in return." Xander climbed up onto his bed and slumped his back against the wall, his gaze distant as he watched the bustle of freshman wandering to and fro outside the window. Although his expression was seemingly blank and emotionless, his eyes said otherwise. There was almost a sense of regret in those cold, faraway amber eyes of his.
Isabelle, who was previously staring at Fluffee and trying to familiarize herself with the cotton ball, caught wind of this and stumbled over the blankets upon the blue haired man's bed to his side. With a slight sigh, Xander propped his arm upon his knee as he straightened the other out, turning his head towards the sheep as she emitted a concerned bleat. The man went silent as his eyes focused onto his mareep, his hand delicately running over the burn scar on her tiny frame. It was quite unfair; her previous owner, just like him, had lost everything that day. How was it that he deserved ownership of Isabelle? She was his whole world, but she was their's first. Even worse, he was not even able to protect her from harm on that day. If anything, he was the least deserving of her.
In the end, Isabelle had been a blessing in disguise, a gift to his life, whether he deserved her or not.
After a long period of deep thought, Xander broke the silence, guilt evident in his voice.
The conversation turned weird again, as he uttered a one-liner as if he was the protagonist in some edgy story. He even had the pose and 1000-yard stare down-pat. which was fine, she guessed. Even as nosy as she could be, she knew when not to prod. Especially when the other party isn't exactly the master of conversation, she smiled in the silence, not looking to prod at what seemed to be rather touchy; safer to save that conversation for after the first day.
The fellow Unovan looked around the still rather bare room, her smile returning to a rather flat line. Layla hadn't brought too much from home, and it looked like Xander had brought all two suitcases that he owned. It felt weird, but she had a few posters in her belongings; would he find it okay to have such... girly posters hung up in his room? A few coordinator idols, the odd gym leaders; even a famous Sceptile that once ran back into a burning building to save people and Pokemon trapped in there. Okay, that one wasn't girly, but the rest were. 100%. Definitely.
His words broke her out of her thought bubble, which was probably for the best. "O-okay, say no more," catching her fallen smile and bringing it back up to snuff. How to continue it on? "Well, uh... Fluffee kinda fell into my lap. She spooked me, and Dad caught her. When we released her, she wouldn't go. So, she's stuck around ever since, haven't ya bud," the cotton-ball leaning into the petting and scratching.