Snippet #1463305

Leira was dashing towards the Pokemon Center, trying not to her hair wet. She hates it when it gets wet, for it gives her the appearance of a wet dog. Her Zangoose, Zane was on fours, keeping her pace, even though he could go much faster than her. Zane was her first and best Pokemon, and he didn't have a Pokeball at all, but instead a simple black choker-like collar, that would identify him to other trainers that he was already taken.
When Leira finally arrived at the Pokemon Center, she noticed that a man was unloading a seriously injuried Blaziken from the back of his motorcycle. Trying to be helpful, and because she couldn't stand to see any Pokemon in agony, she walked over there. "Hey, sir, do you need any help?"

((OOC: I hope this is okay, for y'all have been roleplaying for a little while, and I'm not the best at 'jumping in'))