Thread: Zeferin's room-Trainers' Estate: Celebi Hall

Here is your room. Costomize it as you please.

Walking up the winding staircase, Zeferin took two steps at a time as he reached the second floors landing. Looking at a small paper they had given to him at the front office, Zeferin held it straight up in front of him, turned it sideways, then back up and even, as he looked around, with he head tilted to the side. Having a sense of direction was never one of his strong points, though it made for an interesting way of travel.

Finally about to just give up, Zeferin finally realized that, at the end of the hall right in front of him, stood a large statue of Celebi. Looking back down at the piece of paper, Zeferin said out loud, "Up the stair case and down the Celebi hall. Room 404."

As he walked down the hall and made a left, Zeferin walked into what he thought was a forest. The walls were covered in branches, snaking along the walls in search of new cracks to grow into. The walls were a light green, as if the sun was shining through the tree tops. Even the floor looked like soft, morning dew grass. Zeferin was even halfway tempted to take off his shoes to see if it even felt like grass: it wouldn't have surprised him in the least bit.

As he got to his room, Zeferin stopped for a second to admire how much the door itself looked like it was still part of a tree, ready to start growing at a moment's notice. Opening the door and walking in, Zeferin was bombarded with the smells of freshly cut grass, blooming spring flowers, dense tree bark, and an earthy, hardy scent. Mesmerized, Zeferin walked over to his bed, which seemed to had grown right out of the ground. It was a queen sized bed, with brown, bark-like colored sheets and comforter. It had a large headboard that was carved and painted to look like it was made out of ivy and vines, with a baseboard to match.

Throwing his duffel bag off his shoulder and onto the bed, Zeferin jumped up into the air and plopped onto his new bed. "Wow..." he said dreamily, "it even feels like jumping into a pile of leaves." Unzipping his duffel bag and getting out his sleeping clothes, Zeferin quickly changed and put the bad on the ground next to him. Crawling up and under his covers, Zeferin looked around him once again and, before slipping off into dreamland, said, "So this is where I'll be living. I like it...I like it a lot."

As the gentle sounds of morning birds chirping filled the air, Zeferin slowly pulled off the covers, looked at the clock on the nightstand next to him, and pulled the covers back over his head. "Five more minutes..." muttered, still half asleep.

With the birds still chirping, Zeferin gave up and threw off the covers. Rolling out of his luxurious bed, Zeferin planted his feet on the strangely warm, stone floor. After getting out of bed and getting into a change of clean clothes, Zeferin made his bed, put his laundry in the room's hamper, and strapped on his Pokebelt tgat held all of his dear friends.

Finally ready, Zeferin opened the door to his room and walked out, ready to explore his new home.