This is my SuBuWriMo submission. Enjoy.
"Welcome one and all to the Sinnoh League Chamionships on Lily of the Valley Island!" The announcer blared over the numerous loudspeakers on the island. "I'm sure everyone here is super-psyched about the battles, so let's get things underway! The first round matchups are on-screen now."
On cue, 64 pairs were shown on the Jumbotron. Of these 64, only 3 concerned 3 Trainers in the back for right now. A boy and a girl who looked to be twins, and an older boy with them. The younger boy was Calvin O'Brien. As far as looks go, his sense of style is a bit... unorthodox, for lack of a better word, running to a heavy sky blue sleeveless vest that brought out his sky-blue eyes, a gray long sleeved shirt underneath, blue jeans, and blue shoes with gray trim. His golden brown spiky was uncovered, and swayed in thw soft breeze. He was pretty tall for 15 at 6'1", and he was built somewhat averagely and well-proportioned.
His sister was Camille. Her sense of style was somewhat more acceptable by the popular community. She wore a white long sleeve blouse, a black skirt that stopped at her knees, and black leggings with black ballerina shoes. This contrasted with her golden brown hair, which fell just past her shoulders, and her hazel eyes. She was very well-built by female standards, drawing attention from all males, and even some females.
The older boy was their older brother, Terry. He wore an open black long sleeved jacket, a white shirt under it, and some black jeans with black shoes. It went well with his jet black hair, and his chestnut brown eyes. He was 18, and built like an athlete.
Calvin would be battling a girl about his age, with sunset orange hair, chartreuse eyes, and she wore a T-shirt the same color as her hair, short white shorts, and knee-high socks with orange and white runners. From what he could tell, she seemed to be a late bloomer.
Seems like I'll be battling someone with a temper. Calvin thought.
Camille would be battling a boy who was head-over-heels in love with her. He was rather short, had dark skin, a short faded haircut, and wore a simple blue T-shirt and blue jeans with white shoes.
Jordan Jones... Camille thought, rolling her eyes.
Terry was battling a girl about the twins' age, maybe a little older. She had short black hair that spiked on the sides, and a bang covered her left eye. Her eyes were dark brown, and were contrasted by her white shirt, which went along with a short jean skirt. She seemed to be a late bloomer as well.
A tomboy. Oh, well. Terry thought.
"For our first matchup, we have... Camille O'Brien and Jordan Jones!" The announcer... well, announced.
"So, I'm up first." Camille mused quietly.
"I'll be watching from up in the stands." Terry said, turning to walk away. "Good luck, Cam."
"Thanks, Terry." Camille said, waving as he walked off.
"Camille, don't hold a damn thing back on him." Calvin said.
"Don't count on it. I know he will, because he doesn't like the thought of hurting me." Camille chuckled.
"If he's a real man, and if he doesn't want by boot in his ass, he'll put his feelings aside, and not try to flirt." Calvin said.
"Why must you always threaten him?" Camille asked, shaking her head and smiling.
"Why? Oh, you feel the same way about him, then if you're defending him." Calvin chuckled.
"Screw you." Camille said, glaring.
"You offering?" Calvin said, grinning cheekily.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Camille said, poking Calvin in the nose. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to win."
"Good luck." Calvin said, clapping her on the shoulder.
"Thanks." Camille said, returning the gesture and stepping onto the field as Calvin took a spot in the stands nearby. Jordan came out on the other side, grinning arrogantly.
"Well, hello, my love." He said in a sickly sweet tone, looking at Camille as if she were a prized possession. "It seems that fate has dictated that we meet on the field of battle. Fret not, Liefje, for I shall hold back in order to give give you a chance at winning."
"Jordan, pull your head out of your ass, please. Your starting to see things backwards." Camille replied coolly, drawing a Poké Ball.
"As you wish, love." Jordan said, pulling his own Poké Ball.
"The first round battle between Jordan Jones and Camille O'Brien is about to begin." The referee announced. "Each side may use three Pokémon, and the battle is over when all three of one sides Pokémon are unable to battle. Both sides may substitute freely. Trainers may begin when ready."
"Come forth!/Battle stations!" Jordan and Camille shouted, throwing their Poké Balls.