(RedDestiny92: Now that I have set everything up I'll go from there do remember this is AU I have many things to change.
St Elmo's Fire: Yeah my thoughts are often jumbled I have my own issues with these things and I format things in ways that work for me I've always done this because I know it'll happen and the snag will interfere with me finishing a chapter. Getting inside my own head is a mess enough imagine a twitch and apply it to writing you've got me. I do capatilize where I want because that is how I would use it, like Grunt A then Grunt B but just pointing out grunts wouldn't so Zebstrika because there is more than one. I also don't use Betas I don't like someone messing around with what I have it's a nervous thing.
I know what I have to work on been improving slowly after years and writing poorly much much longer meaning I have other habits to break. Many I have following my own rules but knowing the way I think nothing with jumbles ever changes it's how my mind is. Mentally if something gets off I don't always notice if I go back and fix it then I see what stands out but I'm not going to stop working on my habits bad or otherwise see the jumble of my answer I get these out the best I can and will format to suit myself much easier for me.)
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One
She coughed as another bucket of water was thrown in her face, she woke up some time ago but she wasn't sure how long; there weren't any windows not even a clock. They hadn't removed her wrapping she could only wriggle a little not that she wanted to cold and wet. She didn't ask, she remembered the fight she had with her father. He begged her to just go to them when they arrived, she was the best to pay off his debt. That was all he said, he didn't even say what sort of debt it was but she refused she was only over as her mother asked her to have dinner with them. She moved out when she was eighteen to live with her friends.
Her actual home as she saw it was a small building with a few rooms and bathrooms, a kitchen for them to share, sort of a halfway house. It wasn't falling apart but it wasn't anything worth looking at, still they loved it. It was a place to keep their things they could travel freely and they'd met so many people, made new friends she rarely went home. She loved her mother but her father, well they never did see eye to eye.
Anything for mom.
What a joke.
She was bitter she didn't think her mother really just gave in to what he wanted willing to toss her aside to please that bastard of hers. At least she hoped, either way her fight was pointless.
If they could just stop splashing her with water, probably an attempt to keep her awake, she could suck it up. What choice did she have?
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She would watch the grunts come in, there were black and white jumpsuits with the colors switched the ones in black didn't come in to splash her. One came in he said he was the one that brought her here while she was unconcious. He introduced himself as Paul and swore he, and the others with him, were too far down for much information. He didn't know they'd lock her here but he reached through the bars to cut her free and made sure she had decent food to eat. Not that it really made her trust him, but he treated her the best out of all the people that went in cycles watching her. She'd take what she could get.
The cage was big enough for one of their Bouffalants, they were sent in to ram the cage a bit she didn't know what the point of any of this was but she'd made it through without any wounds. That was good at least she was having a hard time looking on the bright side but she had to, to keep her sanity.
The one he dubbed Bo, saying they weren't allowed to actually own their pokemon absently, would just watch her like Paul she couldn't say much for him at least he didn't bother her. She looked up as the door opened another Grunt there to drop something off for her, the strange black object looked something like a crude invention trying to best the Pokewatch, as if something you had to carry was better than something small that was secured to your wrist.
She tapped the screen though a few white words appearing before it came to life she found it was fully charged and had a few games to keep her entertained. After dinner arrived she was completely alone, still not knowing what she was meant to do here, better than being trapped and fighting the cold. She couldn't even pick the lock to busy herself. There was a waterproof panel with a code and the key pad was a remote she'd seen one of the Grunts with it. Someone forgot it in the room not like she could have reached it.
She would have liked to try she guessed they figured that out real quick.
With a sigh she settled against the bars, sniffing the minor cold the least of her worries.
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(Why is she just she, well I don't know there isn't yet a reason to my madness still getting my thoughts together. I tend to rush ahead when I don't and run out of ideas ah well still here.)