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The night was sultry.

All around her lay the volatile trappings of incarceration - rough stone walls, cold iron bars...an unapologetically crooked wooden "bed" jutting out of the back of the room, just for one. Her heart sunk down below her knees at the dwindling light of the warden's candle, leaving her alone in the company of the dark. But though moments dragged on into hours, she steeled herself against reality's mocking embrace; And though a torrent of regret and disgust clawed at her stomach, she kept herself standing firmly on both feet.

She had made this...all of this...and the burden was entirely hers to bear. If little else, she could take comfort in just that much; Beweynne lifted a dusty finger to the precipice of her temple and let it slowly drag across the edge of her brow, mopping up the singular bead that'd begun to pool. If she was to make it here, there could be no signs of doubt or weakness - not a single drop of "fear" to be displayed to the resident monsters cooped up in this prison alongside her.

A twinge of relief flashed through her heart - thankfully she would have all night to prepare herself for the morning's "introductions" out in the tower-yard.

She'd have to put on a good impression for the others; All amidst the heat and squalor of this place - Purgatory, their gracious abode. Her home now as much as it'd been theirs...at least for a little while.
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([i]Electric Pokemon[/i])