/sob why is this place so dead

[11th_hour]

[He appears with a gasp, apparently at a run, stopping in confusion upon finding himself on a beach. Though the young man isn't dressed for cold weather, ice clings to his shoes and lower pant legs. His green hair is a bit disheveled, but his emerald eyes are bright, and he's alert, scanning the area as if trying to make sure he has some idea where this is. A Team Magma pin fixed to the collar of his shirt gleams in the sun as he lets out his Altaria, and tries to Fly away like any sane person would.

When it doesn't work, he finds a place to sit down on the beach and think. This is the start, he feels, of a very long day.]