Post by Ricki Jace on Nov 16, 2013 18:07:12 GMT -5
I HAVE 537 WORDS
FOR BUNJI & YUMI
FOR BUNJI & YUMI
Stay awake…
Just a little longer, please.
She begged herself as her eyes rested on the door. She could hear the chatter, hear the Pokémon moving and appearing, but her eyes had fallen shut by now. The fire inside of her was flickering, her fuel running out and Richelle Jace’s body began to give into the temptation of a soothing slumber. Positioned on the floor, opposing the door, should she open her eyes, she would only see the dents forming on the door to match the sounds she was hearing. It didn’t stir her, though. She just remained conscious a little while longer to hear the fighting type getting ready to blow the door down. As Yumi would stop him and spare Ricki from the fighting type’s wrath, the captured woman would slide to the floor, passing out from exhaustion.
Time would go by, the two Rocket grunts left to their own devices for an hour or so, before the plan would move onwards.
With a smug grin, a tall figure would simply make his way into the make-shift hide away without a warning to either grunt. Following him was a group of uniformed Rockets of various builds and sizes. Mostly men, the group shared a common cold and rough feel to them. The man leading them seemed to have the most notable sense of elegance to him as he made his way over to the damaged door, paying no mind to the others there.
“What happened to the door?” one of the goons questioned with an accusing glance at the Sawk. He didn’t bother to push for an answer though, his focus simply turning back to the obvious leader of the group. Long blond hair swept back in a pony tail, he only had to worry about pushing aside his bangs to reveal a set of dual colored eyes. One gold, one red, and both gleaming with sadistic joy at the sight of the woman in the cell. “That’s her, alright” he purred, looking over at Bunji and Yumi. “Pay them, and we’ll take over from here. Thank you for your hard work” he praised, snapping his fingers. A satchel would be tossed to both Bunji and Yumi, each containing an impressive number of dots. Nothing in comparison to the real payout this strange man was after, though.
Once the two were out, the man would get to work on forcing the door open to reveal the still unconscious figure inside. “Grab her stuff, someone tie her up…” he began, simply stepping aside as the grunts got to work. Ricki’s things were gathered and the young woman was forced to roll over on the ground. Face down and disturbed, she briefly awoke and gave a small struggle, before exhaustion would get the better of her and she was out, again. Wrists tied behind her back, arms tied around her waist, she was securely fashioned and then covered by a blanket as one of the men got to the task of carrying her out. The holding cell had done its job, and now it was time to move on to a more secure location.
There was some questions they’d have to ask her when she woke up.
Just a little longer, please.
She begged herself as her eyes rested on the door. She could hear the chatter, hear the Pokémon moving and appearing, but her eyes had fallen shut by now. The fire inside of her was flickering, her fuel running out and Richelle Jace’s body began to give into the temptation of a soothing slumber. Positioned on the floor, opposing the door, should she open her eyes, she would only see the dents forming on the door to match the sounds she was hearing. It didn’t stir her, though. She just remained conscious a little while longer to hear the fighting type getting ready to blow the door down. As Yumi would stop him and spare Ricki from the fighting type’s wrath, the captured woman would slide to the floor, passing out from exhaustion.
Time would go by, the two Rocket grunts left to their own devices for an hour or so, before the plan would move onwards.
With a smug grin, a tall figure would simply make his way into the make-shift hide away without a warning to either grunt. Following him was a group of uniformed Rockets of various builds and sizes. Mostly men, the group shared a common cold and rough feel to them. The man leading them seemed to have the most notable sense of elegance to him as he made his way over to the damaged door, paying no mind to the others there.
“What happened to the door?” one of the goons questioned with an accusing glance at the Sawk. He didn’t bother to push for an answer though, his focus simply turning back to the obvious leader of the group. Long blond hair swept back in a pony tail, he only had to worry about pushing aside his bangs to reveal a set of dual colored eyes. One gold, one red, and both gleaming with sadistic joy at the sight of the woman in the cell. “That’s her, alright” he purred, looking over at Bunji and Yumi. “Pay them, and we’ll take over from here. Thank you for your hard work” he praised, snapping his fingers. A satchel would be tossed to both Bunji and Yumi, each containing an impressive number of dots. Nothing in comparison to the real payout this strange man was after, though.
Once the two were out, the man would get to work on forcing the door open to reveal the still unconscious figure inside. “Grab her stuff, someone tie her up…” he began, simply stepping aside as the grunts got to work. Ricki’s things were gathered and the young woman was forced to roll over on the ground. Face down and disturbed, she briefly awoke and gave a small struggle, before exhaustion would get the better of her and she was out, again. Wrists tied behind her back, arms tied around her waist, she was securely fashioned and then covered by a blanket as one of the men got to the task of carrying her out. The holding cell had done its job, and now it was time to move on to a more secure location.
There was some questions they’d have to ask her when she woke up.
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