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    "Ugh. How did I end up getting stuck in this mess? Clay's the leader of drift veil's gym. This should be HIS job." Iris rubbed her arms and mumbled to herself. The gym leader of Opelucid city was currently in a large freezer room in cold storage, carrying boxes of random goods covered in ice onto shelves. "Totally not fair, making me do his dirty work." Being more outdoorsy than most trainers, Iris was accustomed to being in harsh weather conditions. But no matter what the circumstance was, she absolutely hated being in the cold.  She had been inside the freezer for around an hour now, and tiny crystals of frost could be seen in her hair.

    Above the oceans of Unova, a small cargo plane flew among the clouds. The Mistralton gym leader sat at the controls, meticulously looking over the instruments inside the cockpit. Everything seemed fine so far, and Skyla simply enjoyed being above the endless sea.   "Kzzzt....Mistalton to Swanna 1. Come in Swanna 1," a voice said through her radio. She glanced at her radio and picked it up. "This is Swanna 1." "You've been radio silent for half an hour. Is everything alright?" "Everything is fine, Mistalton." Skyla smiled. "Just enjoying the nice weather, over." "It's important that you stay in constant contact with us. Who knows when

    The beach, afternoon. The sun was blazing as the gym leader from Nimbasa brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. She had just changed into a two piece bikini and was ready to model some beach shots for a glamour magazine.  "Okay, Elesa. Look this way please," one photographer said. She smiled wide as she turned and the photographer took a few photos from different angles.   "Nice pose." "Smile this way."    As gym leader of Nacrene City, Elesa was more than accustomed to being surrounded by others. And her secondary career as a model further surrounded her with photographers. She always enjoyed taking shots on the beach.  She enjoye

    Virbank, afternoon. The industrial city was as usual, teeming with activity. An alternative looking girl with white hair traveled across the streets, heavy bass guitar in her hand. The gym leader Roxie nearly never left home without it, and now that she had a rare off-day from her gym duties, she was free to roam to her heart's content. "No battle, no shows, and Dad's gone for the day. Roxie, you are one lucky girl." She basked in the sun as she walked along the streets aimlessly, it seemed the most punk rock thing to do, although it annoyed others with an actual destination to get to. She would occasionally pull her guitar out and play