Shine Like Gold [Underground Gauntlet][F] Jan 22, 2015 7:58:50 GMT 11
Post by Morrigan on Jan 22, 2015 7:58:50 GMT 11
Leaving the underground Rocket base with a heavy sigh, Sharada remained in a cramped doorway as her eyes stared up at the dark night sky, which had been overcome by rain clouds. Turning her head to the side, she had managed to find a black umbrella back in her squadron area, pinching it without questioning who it might've belonged to. Holding it out into the heavy rain, she clicked it open and pushed into place before stepping out onto the damp pavement wearily, a cold wind brushing past her face and causing her to shudder. Looking ahead, her icy blue eyes traced the street, which had been lit up with a faint glow by multiple lamp posts. Although she knew deep down it probably wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference, Sharada had decided to investigate a rumoured Gauntlet challenge that was held in the Underground of the city. Hoping it would draw a bit of attention to her name, as a trainer and a member of Team Rocket, she figured that it would also be a good test to see how far her progression as a trainer had become. Recently overcome with guilt upon witnessing a murder of a Sneasel's mother, the undercover agent had begun doubting her abilities altogether. With the way she was now, she needed to do something to bring her emotions back up a level, otherwise she'd be stuck in a depressive state for a long time to come.
Walking towards the Underground entrance with one hand on her umbrella handle and the other delved into her open jacket pocket, she was atleast pleased with the fact that there wasn't a single soul in sight. With the time being quite late into the night and accompanied by the rain, she hoped that she wouldn't bump into anyone, as the large red R stamped across her clothing would likely attract unneeded attention. As each foot pushed against the pavement, she went over possible Pokemon to use in her mind but eventually figured that there was no use over thinking it until she sized up her opponents anyway. Coming across a familiar entrance, Sharada hurried forth, closing her umbrella as she made it into safety from the pouring rain. Shaking the droplets off her umbrella as she strolled cautiously down the steps, her eyes glanced nervously around. The Underground was much creepier at night time with all the shops shut and lack of trainers. Needing to keep on her toes, the brunette looked left and right at the shadows which hung from the walls before moving on. Her destination being that of a simple corridor, as she reached the end she noticed a fire escape door, it conveniently being unlocked. Gulping, she couldn't deny that she was nervous. If this rumours were true, there were plenty of unsanitary folk and one wrong move could leave her being a cornered mouse.
Getting her act together with a hefty inhale and a rolling of her shoulders, the brunette stepped through the door and into another dark corridor. Each and every step of her heeled boots echoed across the walls, her eyes and ears keeping alert for any signs of life. Almost tumbling head first down another set of stairs, the brunette walked to the wall, holding a hand out to steady herself as she began to descend the steps. Down below, a faint light glowed, followed by the mumblings of people until finally, everything came into view. Pausing on the stairs, Sharada looked over the banister at what was below her, remaining hidden in the shadows as the people below scurried about in preparation of the gauntlet. To her surprise, they were mostly work men, ranging from the typical business man to an elderly janitor. She figured that many of them were merely spectators although but she had to admit, she never considered how many of them she would need to actually face. Steadying her breath, her feet once again began to descend the stairs until she became merged with the crowd that was beginning to form around a worn down ring. Pushing her way through the different men, it was clearly a place a young female such as Sharada shouldn't be found in.
Finally finding a space which hadn't been taken, she took a moment to catch her breath before glancing around as if trying to get her bearings on the area. The room itself was simple, dark and dank with the stench of sweat rising up to the low ceiling. A lone worn down boxing ring like set up sat in the centre, obviously where the battles were taking place. Blinking, she oddly didn't feel as scared now that she was in the thick of it. Maybe because it reminded her of all the horrible sailor drinking sessions she had to occasionally tag along with her father to back in Hoenn, that or it reminded her of a more recent time of watching Garcian from Team Rocket wrestle. Taking a step forward, she decided to be brave and approached a lone worker who was crouching on the floor. "Excuse me." She stated bluntly, hoping to get his attention. "I want to sign up to the Gauntlet. Who do I talk to?"