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Vanilla Kingsley
[S] Those Left Behind
POSTED ON Oct 1, 2024 19:58:22 GMT
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Earlier before the Proxii call... The hopelessness in the air was palpable, with the sounds of Rocket grunts and commanders walking all around as other prisoners in the camp suffered a most horrible fate. Some were kept inside of a large containment cell deep inside of the compound, wide enough to act as an event hall of sorts. Inside, a few grunts with their Pokémon drawn would face the crowd of civilians caught up inside of the conflict. Some unfortunate few had already been taken away to have examples made of them, causing the others to be placated. “We're still one short. Where'd that brat run off to anyway? It's not like she'll be better off in a war zone.” One said to the other, leaning on the wall. “Who cares? One less mouth begging for food here. I say the kid gets blown to smithereens by Day 3.” They both shared a laugh and continued a conversation for a while longer, until suddenly, the vent above them fell onto the floor. An Electro Ball came from the area above, shocking both grunts and their Pokémon until they collapsed into a head on the ground. "Sorry to drop in unannounced, kekekekek~" Vanilla fell down onto the ground in front of the locked in area, with Proxii hovering behind her. The people in the containment chamber all looked over as the teenager would unlock the door and open it for the group. "Keep quiet and follow me. I'll get you out of here." The ensuing breakout had happened in what felt like a minute. Vanilla and Proxii had freed the prisoners and gotten into the uncovered crate of confiscated Pokeballs before throwing each out. The ensuing battle had created enough of a diversion to cause most people to flee the scene in time before she was caught. Vanilla had been searching for her own stash of Pokeballs with the rest of her team, before a Scizor had come barreling straight at her. The last thing she remembered were the metal coating on the red bug's claws barreling straight towards her. Proxii had jumped to protect her, but was hopeless to fight against the weathered Pokémon and quickly felled. Vanilla came to an interrogation chamber, her vision blurred and head pounding. A voice spoke to her, coated by the unintelligible vibrations in the air as her senses had yet to come back to her. A sudden shockwave of pain went through her body, then another. That same red color from before was present and still wailing on her. Her body flinched with every last punch made, and after an uncertain amount, it ceased as another man walked up. She said nothing, a pained groan while her limb body twitched as she tried to catch her breath. “Do you have any idea what you've cost us here today?” Vanilla coughed, the taste of blood present on the roof of her mouth. Everything hurt. She wanted to go back home, be yelled at by all of her siblings, taste her mother's cooking, anything but be here. The man looked at her with contempt, then reached forward and pulled her face to see him clearly. Even while pained, Vanilla looked at him with reluctance. “Two towns worth of civilians and even more Pokémon as bartering chips. All to secure their well being and our stronghold into Petalburg. And you've just removed our bargaining chip.” Another solid punch went into her stomach, causing her to wheeze and hang in place by her arms above the ground. Then another. Each one sent her further and further into another barely conscious state until it stopped some time after she had blacked out. The man stepped back, tugging on his glove while two other Rockets stepped up to her. “Dispose of her. I don't care how, but don't let me hear of her escape again.” He left the room while the two grunts untied the unconscious Vanilla and dragged her away. Proxii had been listening, and even while his phone body was malfunctioning from the sheer force of the hits, had managed to sent out a text message to Biscotti and Thomas before the phone had croaked. The Rotom would shoot out of Vanilla's pocket once an opportunity had presented itself and took to the skies above. He was desperate for somebody to come and save her, his weak form fluttering above the encampment for any sign of the two. Down below, Vanilla was taken inside of an unmarked building with the door slammed shut behind her, an audible lock coming from the steel-clad doors. Thomas Benoit |
