Private Youngster Joey – At your service.
His badge read otherwise, his name being scratched and distorted by tiny pieces of dirt and rubble which somehow had attached themselves to it. He lit a cigarette whilst his face remained expressionless, but if you were to listen closely you could hear his heart beat thunderously, hammering against the inside of his chest. At times like these you couldn’t afford to be stupid, or jubilant. He would clutch his AK-47 occasionally, letting his naiveté friend know he was still awake.
“It’s gonna’ be okay, you know?” He swallows, running a careful hand along his friend’s short purple fur, shortly after throwing his cigarette to the ground.
The small purple rat only let out a short purr in response, nudging its small head against the palm of his hand. This small, cute Pokemon was his only friend. Sure, he had many friend’s on his cellphone but they never understood him like his Rattata did. He didn’t need percentages, or surveys to tell him that his Rattata was in the top 10% of Rattata’s. He knew that his pal, was the best out there.
He would try to keep boredom at bay for now, prying out his cell phone from the depths of his khaki designed pockets promptly – no signal. His eyes narrowed at the small electronic piece in his hands, of course Ilex forest had no signal, how could he be so stupid? Though if he did have signal, he’d make sure to remind his friends of how awesome his Rattata was.
“I had awesome plans for you, buddy,” Joey mentions dryly as he shoves his cell phone deep into his pocket again, smiling softly to the small rat, “You’d make an awesome Raticate.”
“Rattata!” The small rodent agreed diligently, staring upwards with glowing red eyes at the moon.
“Well once this war is over pal, we’ll train every day!” Joey whispered, running his hand over his Rattata’s fur once more.