Abigail Lazuli
Neutral, Affected
Caravan, Moving South towards Jubilife

It had only taken one little riot to frighten the Lazuli family into fleeing Eternia. The details were still being sorted through by the local police and some of their national counterparts, but some kind of incident allegedly involving an altered human killing an unaltered one sparked off a wave of panic. Fear quickly cauterized into rage and soon mobs were marching across the historic old city of Eternia, destroying, looting, and setting fire seemingly indiscriminately. Order had been restored only when riot police marched into the fray and started trying to put Humpty-Dumpty back together again the only way that they knew how, with tear gas and clubs. The noise had quieted but rumbled dangerously as the fires continued to burn. The suburbs where Abigail and her family had resided for the last year managed to avoid any comparable outbreaks of violence, but the whispers between neighbors and PTA members made it clear that many folks were not waiting for the violence to breech the walls of their gated communities. They were heading to the safest place they could think of, Jubilife City, the country's western metropolis. The Lazulis were going with them.

The family of three had gathered up all of the belongings that they could manage to squeeze into a few backpacks and duffel bags. Initially there was talk of taking their car, but the prospect of driving in the nightmarish traffic on the route south combined with the idea of safety in numbers convinced the Lazuli patriarch to purchase three tickets on one of the buses serving as make-shift transportation for families and individuals looking for safety and security. The driver of the bus ended up selling more tickets than he had seats, with the result being that many passengers had to leave behind prized possessions and heirlooms as well as more mundane possessions in a pile of bags by the road as person after person crowded aboard the rickety yellow school bus that had been commandeered for this new lease on life.

Luckily the Lazulis were at the pick-up location incredibly early so they had secured three spots on the bus. Unluckily this meant that the trio were cramped in one of the far back corners of the vehicle, hemmed in closer and closer as more bodies pressed in. Still, they were safe for the moment and grateful for the seats when the bus started moving and the people standing on the bus began to be jostled by the movements of the vehicle. The lost possessions seemed like an alright price to pay for being able to rest for a little bit. Besides, Abigail still had her sketchbook and her Pokemon, so even without her guitar she was still two for three.

The bus made its way onto the highway with its human cargo, and eventually the stop-and-go traffic mellowed out and, on the second night of the journey, the gentle rocking of the bus, combined with the picturesque view of the sunset-speckled countryside at her window seat caused Abigail to drift off to sleep, following the example set by her parents.. Even as she had her fitful dreams, the teenage girl's body began to bleed through the dirty metal surface that she was leaning against, pushed along by the weight of her resting parents. Her secretive practice had paid off thankfully enough, and when the young woman phased through the side of the bus and onto the side of the road, driven by a particularly alarming vision in her mindscape, her clothes and bags followed after.

Abigail slept on the side of the road, obscured from the view of the passing cars by the falling night and the dark sweatshirt she was wrapped up, using it as a kind of make-shift blanket. When she awoke, the bulk of the traffic had passed and she found herself alone at the side of a highway leading towards Jubilife. All of a sudden realizing just how cold and hungry she was, the girl's green eyes frantically scanned the horizon, lingering on the empty spot where Mt. Coronet once stood, but to no avail. It looked like she was abandoned on the side of the road.