OoC: This is a Private RP between myself and Satoren. I'd much appreciate it if no one else posted. BiC: Landen Robertson sat in the Subway train. He was the thirteenth trainer onboard, out of the twenty that waited before the Subway Boss. He was on the Single Line today, which meant his team was restricted to three Pokemon. That was fine. Singles were where he shown. He was the thirteenth trainer to face a challenger going for Ingo. And it was at him that many found themselves stopped. Or at least, he liked to think that. Really, he’d lost count of his win/loss ratio. Hearing the sounds of a battle in the twelfth car, Landen stood and grabbed one of the Pokeballs on his belt. The man certainly didn’t look like all that. 24 years old, short brown hair, white skin, perhaps a bit of a tan. He wore a green hoodie and brown jeans, with black sneakers. However, he’d worked on the subway for well over 6 years, and had the experience to show for it. As the door to his car opened, Landen gave his customary cocky grin. “Welcome, challenger. Name’s Landen, and it’s with me that your little joyride comes to an end.” Taking the initiative, Landen released the Pokemon inside the ball in his hand. With a bit of a thud and the grinding of the train’s wheels, a Gigalith now blocked the path between the challenger and the door to the next car.