Gotta Catch Em' All: Team Galactic Diamond

[Truly]

Location: Sinnoh - Floaroma Town

Trainer: Pat Drury

Pokemon: Charmander (unclaimed) (0/5), Azurill (unclaimed) (0/5), Rotom (locked), Vullaby (locked)

Posts: 8
Points: 1+1=2
(bonus month: +1)

Pat ran down the street, then took a sharp left around the corner of the Pokemon Center and into the alley. Rocket Grunts were known for their stamina, but she was just a junior member, and had let Killer out twice in one day. She slumped against the building and put her head in her hands... just enough to reclaim some willpower...

Donk!

A Pokeball arced and bounced off Pat's head.

"Hey, ow!"

Scrambling to claim it before it rolled away, she looked inside and her mouth fell open. A Golbat flapped angrily inside this Pokeball. Whoa, classic! This was one Pokemon Pat had seen a lot of, it was favored by Grunts since all the way back at the start of Team Rocket's takeover.

She didn't want to be caught, though. Pat looked up and around while surreptitiously clicking the ball into an empty spot on her belt, but by this time, nobody was around.

With this Pokemon, Pat had a mind to go back and deliver a crushing blow to those other trainers. Rocket chose Pokemon like this because they got so strong without much training, and this one was already fully evolved! She got up from the ground, blinded with determination and...

Pat bumped straight into Knuckles' chest. Backlit by the noontime sun, he just gave her an ugly smirk and grabbed her by the collar -- and literally began hauling her off to Route 205.

[Truly]

Location: Sinnoh - Floaroma Town

Trainer: Pat Drury

Pokemon: Charmander (unclaimed) (0/7), Azurill (0/6), Golbat (22/22), Rotom (locked), Vullaby (locked)

Posts: 9
Points: 2+1=3
(bonus month: +2)

Tension filled the air as the three newcomers trudged reluctantly behind Knuckles. The slouch-guy, Luke, made smalltalk, and Pat and the sharp-guy kept quiet. Maybe some of it was contemplative silence, but Pat's silence was out of bitterness. Without Oberon at least trying to be agreeable the whole thing really fell apart, even if Oberon was really sus. Following that guy as a boss was dubious, but following Knuckles -- she wasn't going to be able to fake enough respect for that to last.

"Duh, duh, me not know name!" She really hated this guy.

Pat growled and pulled her hat brim down to hide her expression. She'd let the smart-mouth answer first. It was all she could do to keep from snapping at him.
And so they stood in silence... but only for a moment, because the drowned meowth from the PokeCenter had come up behind them, and engaged them like old friends.

"Hey dudes, I need you to have a little radio play with me-"

Seeing her dry definitely made a better impression. Still, a wild card, Pat thought, if this is the kind of difference a towel and a change of clothes makes. Still a charity case... Probably easy to break down and rebuild.
Mentally scanning the new girl left Pat only half-listening to the plan, and then she pulled a bird out of her armpit and started doing improv comedy.

"Oh no! Who are you?"

Pat struggled for lines on the fly. "Uh... hey, the old man's payment is overdue," the little music note Pokemon hopped to face her, "so, I guess, uhh... you're coming with us!" She did a bad impression of a dumb jerk - luckily, she had a great reference.

"Shut up! No one is going to do your awful plan! Now where is Oberon?"

Everyone clammed up for a second, and Pat shot Knuckles a dirty look, turning red in the face.

She shouted, "RAAH!" an outburst which didn't mean anything but probably conveyed her feelings pretty well. Then, still running on instinct and adrenaline, she grabbed the new girl around the wrist and stomped off toward the two men ahead up on the path.

[Truly]

Location: Sinnoh - Floaroma Town - Route 205

Trainer: Pat Drury

Pokemon: Charmander (unclaimed) (0/7), Azurill (0/6), Golbat (22/22), Rotom (locked), Vullaby (locked)

Posts: 10
Points: 3+1=4
(bonus month: +3)

Pat took the lead.

'Cause you know, there would always be bullies.

But Pat knew how to deal with them.

It wasn't the smartest plan, but it hadn't even been a plan at all. Pat was acting on emotion alone -- but she knew how to get what she wanted.

"Hey Mistah?" Pat called to the men, still a few good yards up the route, "can ya help us? We're in big trouble here!" She fell into an accent like her dad's -- Pat wasn't great with accents, but she'd heard this one enough to sound natural to anybody who hadn't.

"I'm Patricia, and this is Ray. And we're penpals with that big guy and we came on a real long to meet up and we were havin' a battle back in town but then this guy says he wants to show us somethin' cool and, ok, so we followed him, but then he says we gotta stay there and wait for his friends and he starts yellin' at us! And, um..." Pat wiped her eye, where some sand must have gotten, "we can't run away 'cause... 'cause all my Pokemon are K.O.'d from the battles and he's too big to fight!"

As her emotional momentum slowed, Pat just felt shaky and drained. She sniffled despite herself, and looked up at the men. Now within mere feet of the supposed plainclothes officers, she pleaded weakly, "can you call the cops or somethin'?"