Cleavon beginning his journey

"What do you mean there are no more pokemon!?" Cleavon whined. "I'm sorry Jimmy, but I'm all out of starters to give. If you could've come sooner, maybe you could've had a bulbasaur, or a squirtle, or a charmander, but I'm afraid you're too late." Oak replied, with an annoyed tone. "What are in those pokeballs?" Cleavon asked. "These don't belong to me. Their other trainers'. Like this-" Oak had opened an empty ball. "That's strange, that's never happened before."
"Could I have that one?"
"Well, I suppose-"
"Thank you"
Cleavon snatches the ball and runs off, as Oak puts his palm to his face. "I should have guessed"

The sun was shining, and life was good. Cleavon had just began his journey, and set off on route one. After a moment he lets off a sigh. "Wow, still no pokemon..."

(please dont double post if you've missed some bits out just edit your message)

(just as soon as a Pokemon shoes up)

Lotad was taking a drink of water. As he notices a new trainer walking by. The injury on his left hind leg begins to hurt, but manages to limp up to the new trainer.

Cleavon spots a strangely colored lotad. "Who's that Pokemon?" Cleavon refers his Pokedex "Lotad, the water-weed pokemon. This pokemon lives on clear ponds with clean water. It is known to ferry pokemon on the broad leaf upon its' head" "This is my chance, pokeball, go!"

The ball rocks left and right. Finally, it stops with a ping, and the ball returns to Cleavon. The Lotad, then gets itself out of the ball, to show his new trainer his wound.

"Well, look at that... I wonder what caused it" Cleavon said, looking at the Lotad's wound. "We better get to a Pokemon center. Cleavon opens a map. See, we are now on Route 1, so the closest center from here would be in... Virridian city. Great! There should also be a gym there!" He holds his new Pokemon in his face, then outward, making a peace sign "I caught... a lotad!" he then holsters it on his belt.