At Yer Service Mam'

[jaeshi]

Tamarin had been up at the crack of dawn which was surprising since he barely slept. Being excited and wanting to be prepared for his new life in a new place, the ex-farmer had showed up in town a week prior to his actually schedule to meet at the Ranger HQ. Even with the early arrival he hadn't found a place to rent or stay so Tamarin had pitched a tent just near the outskirts of town; close enough to be safe from wild Pokemon but far enough to have a bit of privacy. He didn't mind it. Being out in nature helped him observe the local Pokemon and plus he was a fan of roughing it.

Making his way to the HQ had been easy. Already he had explored the small town getting to know where the shops were located and who some of the locals were. As he entered the building he tipped his hat to the people he passed before talking to the sectary at the front desk. She told him someone would be with him in a minute. So he took a seat on on of the benches, stretching his long legs out and reclining back against the hard surface.

However that minute turned into about thirty so Tamarin started getting antsy. He begin tapping the heel of his steel-toed boot against the floor, twiddling his thumbs, and scratching at the stubble on his face After the ten minute mark he had stood,; pacing the floor in front of the bench stopping to stretch here and there causing his button-up, blue shirt and undershirt to rise an inch or so above his jeans line showing off a strip of tan skin littered with various scars.

[Scara]

Seriously, was this a trend? She seemed to always go out on missions when a new prospect was here. Someone was going to get fired...or she would like it to happen, if they weren't short-handed to begin with. It wasn't a very common site, but Akira flew into the Ranger building, because the doors happen to be that big, with her Flygon as the flygon landed, dropping Akira off.

The Flygon crawled away outside, knowing that usually, she wasn't wanted in here in fear that she would chase away possible new recruits. Akira looked around and noticed a new face, approaching them. "I'm assuming you're the one I'm supposed to meet today?" Akira asked. Akira shot a glare at the front desk, who paid no attention to it, though physically stiffened.

"I'm sorry but we're understaffed, as you could have guessed. They always send me on missions when someone new comes in. At least I finished the task. the last person had to wait almost three hours." Akira said, sighing. "Your here for your first assignment, your pokemon styler, and your partner pokemon correct?"

[jaeshi]

Tamarin tipped his hat to the lady giving her a bright smile."Why, yes mam', I am. Name's Tamarin Swift, mam'." " He chuckled at the light rhyme sound to the words. "Nice Pokemon, ya got 'dere. We don't 'ave many of 'dose back home." He had always had a love of flying Pokemon. Any Pokemon, really, but to fly must feel amazing. "I bet it feels heavenly up but must git chilly in da winter, yeah?" He held his hand out the woman shake. "I'll be happy ta help a purdy lady like yerself on missions." He gave her the cheesy grin on the planet.

"Now, I'm not goin' ta lie. I have no clue how ya use 'dose styler thangs but I'm tough and some say I have an affinity with Pokemon." He was sure he could learn. it probably wasn't too hard. His stomach gave a nervous lurch as she mention 'partner Pokemon'. He hoped he got paired with something that was suited to him. He just couldn't picture him with a Bellsprout or Tangela.