He was led through yet another generic door into a small office with an over sized desk and possibly too many potted plants. The papers on the desk were scattered horribly, in a way that made him twitch painfully upon entering. The guards moved his handcuffs to in front of him at this point, as was general practice during an office visit. Two heavy arms pushed the new prisoner down in the chair, the bolts in the feet would be enough to prevent most people moving it, and connected the chain of his handcuffs to a chain from the floor. Only once the door had slammed shut did the person behind the desk look man behind the desk wore the same orange clothes as the one chained to the chair, though the ensigna stitched onto his was a mark of status. His first question was a simple one, what did this new man know about the Battle barracks. "Only what I can see from the rec yard." he shrugged, the man, who'se tag named 'edvain' nodded as he looked at a map of the two complexes splayed across his desk. "I can see pokemon battles. I miss my pokemon" The new man admitted, hanging his head in embarrassment, the guard by the door chuckling quietly. Edvain however was far more understanding about the idea. Though he explained that any pokemon used in battles at the Barracks were not allowed to be transferred to the main complex, for security reasons.
"I am obligated to explain to you what battles are like in the Barracks." The man began, moving from his chair to sitting on his desk. "Even though only gym battles are regulated outside, the normal everyday battles are nothing like what you see here" his gaze turned to the window, partially obscured by a frond. "Inmates do anything to win" Edvain nodded, obviously remembering something he didn't feel comfortable telling the main chained to the chair. "It's a well known practice for Pokemon to attack the opposing trainer in a match." He sighed, it was only when Edvain turned from the window that the chained man could see a list of names on a board under the light. "Or even in some cases for a Trainer to attack the opposing pokemon" The officer strolled around his desk, the chain between his legs restricting his movements. "Battles at the Barracks tend to be brutal and dangerous. Are you sure this is something you want to do?" in truth he just wanted companionship, and he'd rather it came from pokemon than some gang.
The two men were escorted from the room on the officers signal. The walk wasn't long, but involved passing through three security check points both before and after crossing a bridge over the road beside the prison. The Barracks was well cleaned and maintained inside the buildings, though the courtyard was trashed. The yard was overgrown in some areas, and barren in others. The Barracks was almost as large as the main prison complex, and contained facilities for; Medical care, Breeding, Official battling, training and Pokemon care. "You'll start as a Private" the officer informed his charge. "Each rank is based on an archaic military rank; Private, Corporal, Sergeant and Lieutenant are the ones you need to worry about" A computer system that responded to verbal requests, held general rank information on the roughly 1,700 Barracks members across the Kalos region. "I doubt you'll ever see the higher ranks" The guide whispered under his breath, apparently secure in the belief that the man wandering nearby couldn't hear him.
"I'll warn you now" Edvain turned from his paperwork on the reception desk to look the other prisoner dead in the eyes. "As a Private, your pokemon is the easiest target for proper attack training." He sighed, pausing while a particularly loud noise rumbled through the Barracks. "You'll probably be picked out for battles a lot to start with, until you start winning some that is" He smirked, turning back to the paperwork. "Though now that I think of it, some inmates prefer to offer themselves in place of their pokemon." The guard wouldn't let the prisoner wander far, not even to look out the window. "I suppose if you're not averse to a couple burns and scratches you could try that" he smiled, handing the completed paperwork to the guard just as a particularly loud blast of light filled the room. Horrified, the prisoner/officer rushed to the window, yanking it open to yell out into the courtyard. "Hey fuckwit! You almost hit a guard! Watch your shots!" The responding shout was less profanities and more actual apologies directed at the guard.
A sudden thought painted itself on the more experienced prisoner's face. "Hey Private, come here, watch a battle" he pulled the new guy to the window. The three men in the courtyard were moving as much as the pokemon. Seven animals threw themselves around at the commands of the men, throwing themselves at each other and the men who'se barking they ignored. Blasts of fire singed the field, ripping across a creature that moved to cover one of them men. Just as quickly a pulse of water burst from the shielder, slamming into everyone else and hurtling them several lengths away from it. Even the inmates in the fight were grabbing and throwing, or being thrown or blasted by the creatures. "Yea, official battles only really have two enforced rules" he corrected his earlier statement. "Only two inmates can battle at once. And no more than two pokemon per side at any time" he nodded, continuing to look out the window. "That's just a training battle, I think that guy's a Sergeant actually. Kinda hard for them to find competition I bet."
Finally remembering that he's suppose to be introducing the other man to the Battle Barracks and everything that goes on in it, Edvain lead the way to the computer. Leaning against the wall he explained what could already be read on the plaque beneath it, followed by some actually helpful information for once. "Your rank is based on your battle history with other inmates. The more high ranked guys you beat, the higher your rank. But the ranks are basically a percent thing, you're not getting high in the length of your sentence" He patted the confused man on the shoulder before sliding past and asking the guard for a cigarette. With his treat denied, he finally came back to finish his explanation. "Everyone of each rank gets a number of points per month, an allotment of sorts." he tapped a chart above the computer, filled with things such as of all things; Pokemon medical care. "This is the list of what you can spend your allotment on. The higher your rank, the more you get to spend."
"So what about my pokemon" The new prisoner was growing impatient, this guy was pissing him off, he didn't really want to battle, he just wanted someone to talk to who didn't think he was a bad ass. It was the guard this time who moved behind the reception desk, using his ID card to log into the computer. The prisoners first partner was to be randomly determined based on his history. The barracks however didn't have pokeballs, pokeballs were too expensive to spend on off cast pokemon and inmates. A machine behind the guard whirred to life, building the little pokemon from data streamed in from somewhere beyond. The small creature was about as long as a man's leg, brown with black stripes and a wide snout with viscious teeth.
Name: Bruce
Species: Sandile
Type: Ground/Dark
Nature: Naive
Level Met: 5
Characteristic: Likes to thrash about.
HP 21, Atk 13, Def 9, 9, 7, Spd 13 ==+== | ==+==