Post by platinum on Jan 4, 2012 23:57:46 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=2][style=font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: #E0A1FF 2px dashed;]A PLATINUM GIRL LIVES INSIDE OF YOU[/style] | |
[atrb=style, vertical-align: bottom;][style=padding: 5 5 5 5; margin: 0 5 0 0; border: solid #F96EAD 2px; width: 100px; height: 215px;] [/style] | [atrb=style, border-left: 2px dashed #E0A1FF;][style= width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; margin: 10 0 0 10;]She'd entered Hearthome on the very edges of Nox ground, where a doctor had set up shop. One medical bay looked much the same as any other, and Platinum had swooped in none the wiser. In hindsight, she should've paid more attention. When she'd left the medical tent, she'd found herself facing a squadron of armed soldiers--not near so well armed as a Lux soldier, but when there were twelve of them and all their pokemon against Platinum and one revolver, she called that staring at defeat. She wasn't on the outskirts of Hearthome anymore. Instead, she was in some sort of holding facility, maybe an old school building. With the war, all the buildings had been converted, so it was hard to tell. She'd been too busy wiping away tears on the way here to commit everything to memory, but from what she could recall, Nox held pretty much smack in center of their half of the city. The room she was in wasn't heavily guarded, not by Lux standards, and it certainly wasn't a real prison (the real prison was on Lux's side of the city), but there were a pair of guards outside, and another one inside keeping an eye on her. A pair of Mr. Mimes held her in place with barriers and what she suspected was a light screen (Platinum wasn't sure what that was for, she was neither a psychic nor an aura guardian). It was really very inconvenient. "What will you do with Leon? The empoleon. Mine. The dead one," |
A couple days in confinement had soothed her nerves. They took decent care of her, letting her out to wash, providing meager rations; Platinum couldn't really complain. She'd lived far worse when she was a green trainer, but back then she was young and stupid. Younger and stupider, anyway.
For the most part, she was done mourning, for necessity if nothing else. She could have another good cry when she was back on Lux turf--until then, she had to wear her game face. The pair of guards outside seemed more attentive, and she heard them changing shift fairly often. They'd be alert if they weren't too busy joking around with each other. It didn't seem like they seriously expected to face a threat. Honestly, Platinum figured that was a pretty safe assumption. If she wanted to get out, she'd probably have to do it herself.
Her gun and her pokeballs were nearby, placed in a box under the human guard's chair. The man barely paid attention to her, and why should he? She wasn't going anywhere with the barriers in place, and he may as well enjoy a good book. She'd tried talking to him, because Platinum knew she could be charming, but he was professional enough to have none of it.
She'd tried yelling at her pokemon, most of them healed by the kindly Nox doctor, to break out of their pokeballs, but the Mr. Mimes wouldn't have any of that. A psychic barrage into her mind sent her reeling, clutching her head until the reverberations slowed and the world stopped spinning around her. Platinum didn't try again.
Platinum rested her back against the barrier. She'd figure a way out soon enough, if she put her mind to it. Platinum kept telling herself that, but as the days went by, she was starting to lose faith.
tags: shamees, thalia, (balendin?), red, dante? Something like that. I dunno. POSTING ORDERS ARE CONFUSING TO ME.
notes: MASSIVELY LONG I APOLOGIZE. Just wanted to set shit up for you etc etc.[/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: -1px;]CREDIT TO DAZZLE @ PREDORMITUM 4 KATYA ONLY[/style][/center]