It was a strange sensation almost like a dream, he didn't think anything of it until he woke up on the cold hard ground. Immediately he bolted upright to see that he was not in his manor, or his bed, and there was something on his face. Panic set in as he tried to take it off, but each time he tried something constricted around his neck, and choked him. Coughing after each attempt he growled lowly as he stood up trying to orient himself, he wasn't in his bed clothes either. In fact he was in some sort of kimono, and already he was far more annoyed. Looking around there was a single cot, and walking over to the bars he spotted the blue skinned megalopolans trouncing around, and gripped the bars as if he could pull them apart.

No pokeballs....

Where was Erebus?

Where was Draco?

This wasn't good. He hated this feeling this pit in his stomach, and he turned around to see if there was anyone else in the cell with him, and that is when he spotted her. Immediate rage filled his veins. Like himself she had very distinct hair, it was impossible to mistake who it belonged to, and the stars shone their luck upon her, because if he would have had his pokemon. She might've never woken up again.

Now not only was he trapped in this hell, he was stuck in a cell with a person that he loathed more than any other. Irony....This was the definition of irony. He'd swap her out for Lulu Flint in a heartbeat, because at least Lulu would be more enjoyable to hold a conversation with. Or oscar clayton, he could cuddle with Oscar at the very least....Anyone but her.

So he walked over to the woman who was still, and he kicked her in her butt perhaps a bit harder than was necessary.

"Wake up trogladyte....We're trapped."

Melody Miro

Oscar flailed on the floor, the sour air within his mask choking him awake. He bolted into an upright position, coughing harshly to clear his throat. Even after such a raucous fit, he found no relief from whatever fumes had penetrated this bizarre covering. Is his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the weight of the mask would gradually register to the groggy Oscar.

He slapped the mask's cheeks, feeling them up as he tried to comprehend its shape. "What..." Had he gone to a rave the night before? No, as far as he could remember he had stayed in. The shouting of other voices grabbed Oscar's attention, causing him to finally take in his environment. He was in some sort of cell, shared by another body. Was it alive?

He felt overwhelmed by every new sensation, the sounds of shouting voices pulling him like a magnet to the cell's bars. He saw the masks of others pressed against their own cells, shouting at patrolling megalopolans wielding large purple chains. As he noticed the chains around the necks of others, Oscar reluctantly grabbed for his neck.

His eyes shot open as grabbed his own chain, fruitlessly pulling at it in a blind panic. "What!?" Everything was becoming a blur, a terrible blending of putrid sights and tortured sounds. His mind was completely tangled with questions. Where was he? What had happened to him? What was with this chain? The morbid accessory seemed to tighten as Oscar struggled against it, forcing him to give up and fall to the floor.

As he gasped for air, he suddenly became very aware of how cold it was. He slowly sat up once more, looking down to find the most horrific discovery of all. His tailored suit had been replaced with an ill-fitting short-kimono, revealing his ghostly legs to the entire world! "WHAT!?"

Oscar leapt back to the bars, shaking them as violently as an enraged chimpanzee. "Let me out of here!" He growled as he tried in vain to pry open the bars. "I demand an explanation! Or at least A CHANGE IN UNIFORM!"

tl;dr
--Oscar is not happy about his wardrobe.
--He has yet to address or notice Michael Navidson
--Ugly Ward

upon waking, maki immediately takes note of her surroundings. it's a bit dim, but she can see the contents of her cell well enough, including the fact that there's another person here. for now, she brushes that to the side, instead getting to her feet so she can peer through the bars of her cage. her pokeballs are gone, as are the weapons she usually keeps concealed on her... this outfit has no pockets, so the only things she has to defend herself with are her wits and her own body.

no matter. she can make do with that.

she can make out other cells in the block, but she can't quite make out their inhabitants. instead she turns to her cellmate, someone she doesn't recognize. she doesn't know if they're with rocket or not, so it's best to play nice for now.

"excuse me," she says calmly. "are you alright?"

"Squeeze, get off…"

He realized something was wrong the moment he heard his voice reverberating around him. Had his Ariados merely fallen asleep on top of him again, his voice would've bounced to the sides, not around him. He reached to his face, feeling that there was no living creature on or around him - merely a mask that was tighter than he was comfortable with.

But as he made an attempt to pry off the mask, something wrapped around his neck constricted. His hand went down, immediately trying to pull the chain out so he could breathe. It relented, but was still wrapped tight around him.

"The fuck…" Hideo muttered to himself. He took a moment to feel out the chain as well - attached to the mask. One wasn't coming off without the other, and he wanted them both off, to get out of this uncomfortable warmth around him.

And this unwell feeling…this was just like with those Toxic Chains.

His mind drifted back to what he last remembered before this; when he was trying to help Celebi get free of its chain. He'd taken a rest to try and get over his ill feeling, his Beheeyem and Shaymin attending to him. They'd gotten distracted by some chained Pokemon, and were fighting them off when Hideo heard something get close to him…

And now he was here.

Hideo rose from the hardened metal he rested on - and immediately noticed the strange fabric he was wearing. It was nothing like what he'd been wearing before, and a brief feel-over with his hand told him he was wearing traditional clothing.

Ones with no pockets.

He didn't have any of his Pokeballs on him.

"Oh shit," Hideo muttered, feeling around the area around him, in case any of them were nearby. There were none on the cold, hard cot he'd been sleeping on, nor on the ground near him. "Elga?! Shen?! Where are you!?"

He could hear other people calling out from other cells, but none were the sounds of his Pokemon. His heart raced as he searched, making little effort to be discrete as he moved whatever he could in his search, both in an effort to find where his stuff was, as well as to learn what was in here.

And judging from the minimal furniture, to the bars that stopped him from leaving this area, he could only guess he was in some kind of cell.

"Elga!? Where are you?" He was done being quiet, shouting out to try and get some kind of answer, whether it reached his ears first or his mind.

But he didn't get either from his Beheeyem.

He was all alone.

(Though he didn't know he wasn't the only person in this cell).

Hideo wakes up, realizes he's got a mask on and a chain around his neck

Was kidnapped during PP2: Celebi

Realizes he's not wearing his usual drip (probably doesn't even have stripes you monsters)

Oh shit where's his Pokemon

Feels around the cell as he tears it apart looking for his Pokemon

Not being quiet about it - doesn't know his cellmate (Genevieve Cromwell ) is asleep. Or that he has a cellmate

Genevieve Cromwell

Was kyle lopez wrong? Was the Emergent wrong to deem Josh a Champion? He had shown such strength throughout his Champion Assessment. Growth from the naive, ambitious fool he was before it begun to the more restrained Champion he was now. He was still fast, both in the mind and in the saddle, but had developed the acuity to control such speeds. In just one year, he had transformed from one of Hoenn's most maligned Gym Leaders into one of the most celebrated. If the public found out that he had come to in a hot, musty prison cell mere weeks after ascending to the pinnacle of the Gym circuit, he would be the laughingstock of the region.

This wouldn't be the first time, either.

The Master of Faster came to, his visor blocking all but a half-moon's worth of light. "Where... where am..." Josh gasped, realizing a TOXIC CHAIN around his neck was making it difficult to speak. The same TOXIC CHAINS he had helped free countless Hoennian citizens from. Was his capture vengeance from the bearers of the TOXIC CHAINS for all the hard work he had done to stop them?

As he started to pat himself down, taking care not to touch the chains with any bare skin, Josh realized his belt with Saber, Raikiri, and his most trusted Pokémon was missing. That was the least of his worries; he felt around where he normally stored his most prized possession, the RAINBOW FEATHER bestowed upon him by the Great One. It, too, was gone. And with it, his connection to what made him the Knight of Thunder.

His connection to Raikou.

Never having felt so much despair and panic in his life, Josh let out a raspy scream that made his lungs burn. A scream that, unbeknownst to him, his cellmate Michael Davis and neighbors Mimi Hirose , MARISOL SIMONE , Alexei Ivanov , and zachary stellar may recognize...

The dirge of screams and wails jolted Michael awake with a massive hypnic jerk. Multiple sensations drowned his thoughts in the moments his consciousness arose. The first feeling he recognized came from an uncomfortable metal mask that obstructed his vision and embraced his visage. Next, he felt the Toxic Chain that wrapped around his neck like an Arbok's coils. Then came the aching burn on the back of his skull that lingered with the mask's hold. The Cadet's surroundings became clear with the help of the dim moonlight that shone into the complex. Michael understood now that he was held in a single stone cell, its surface damp with moisture.

A raspy scream that echoed in the gaol caught Michael by more surprise. The clouds of overwhelming emotions parted enough for the Cadet to recognize the notes. Michael fought back the drake of fear and dismay just enough to push hismelf to help comfort his cellmate.

"Josh, Josh!" Michael shouted, scrambling to get to his colleague's side. His hands went to clasp firmly on the other's shoulders. "Hey, relax! It's going to be okay!"

Talking led Michael to grasp that his lips and mouth were incredibly dry. A sharp pang in his stomach revealed that he was also starving. When did he last have food or water?

Michael's mind reeled as the gravity of the situation continued to loom over him. A quick self inspection revealed he had no Pokeballs, nor equipment. His heart raced faster while his thoughts went to the safety of his Pokemon. Eimyrja, Cobalt, Jaws, Dusty...They were nowhere to be found.

The Ranger Cadet tried to calm himself down.

"Josh, listen. Let's focus on the positives. Remember our Prisoners of War training! Panicking and screaming won't help. We have to save our strength and strategize how we'll survive, and eventually, escape."

His voice remained harsh yet hushed. The guards did not need to hear the planning that would ensue.

"What matters more than ever is that we remain strong. People are counting on us. Our Pokemon are counting on us."

Though he did his best to show a brave face, deep down, he, too, remained doubtful. One could tell by the shakiness of his words as Michael battled against his inner demons.

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Josh Devlin
TLDR:
-Michael awakes from the screams of the others in the prison.
-Keeping the details of his capture vague.