Indigo Plateau (Interrogation Room)| Noon| (10)
After what felt like hours, someone finally entered the room. Colress snapped his head toward the door to see who it was, and he found he didn't immediately recognize the blue haired woman who entered. He knew she was someone important, but all he knew off hand was that she wasn't from Unova. She didn't speak to him; instead going to the far corner of the room and tinkered with a CD. What's on there?
His best guess would be surveillance footage, but who knows what they could be bringing to accuse him with. Since she had completely ignored him, and he was far too nervous to attempt a conversation, he continued his pacing until the door opened again. This time there was a small crowd at the door, and the presence of so many people halted his steps as he stared at them as if he was a Deerling in the headlights.
The one who opened the door this time, Colress immediately recognized as Steven Stone, Wally's friend and the Hoenn Champion. The champion held his hand out in invitation for a handshake, "Hello, Colress."
He wasn't sure if the man recognized him because of Wally or if Steven had gotten his name from one of the guards. Colress brought up his still handcuffed hands and tried to shake the other's hand; it was awkward, but he was not going to suggest that someone remove the handcuffs, and he didn't want to seem rude when the other was being so polite. Steven then explained, "We're here to listen to the questioning." Oh... so they aren't the ones running the interrogation?
He wasn't sure if that was more comforting or worrisome; There were so many people in here, and they were all likely the higher ups of HQ. He's already here for potential murder, and that association was likely already souring their opinion of him. Then there was the possibility that they'd dig into his past... They wouldn't want anything to do with him if they found out. Apparently his anxiety was apparent to Steven, for then he asked, "How are you holding up?"
The concern behind the question gave him pause; why would anyone care about how he was doing? He was being held for murder.
The worry appeared genuine, however, and he couldn't deny that. The only animosity in the room didn't appear directed at him; wherever Wallace was glaring wasn't obvious, but even Colress's self loathing couldn't construe it as being directed at him. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but he was certain that any empathy towards him was going to dry up as quickly as it did with the officer. As for answering Steven, he didn't think lying would do him any favors, but half of his problems were things he was't ready to talk about yet. Something held his tongue from spilling all of his sins then and there, and it probably had everything to do with his worry for his remaining Pokemon, his desire to find a cure, and his friendship with Wally. He'd lose all of those things if he gave it up here, and despite how much he felt he didn't deserve them, he couldn't let go just yet. They'd have to find out from somewhere else. He finally spoke shakily, "Not very well, honestly."
Any further conversation was halted by the loud entrance of another blue haired female. This one he recognized as Clair due to her affiliation with Lance. She slammed the door behind her and glared at the room, "All right, what the fuck?"
He flinched at the loud sound, and he unconciously shied away from her. She continued speaking with utter disdain, which he had expected more of from everyone else, but she was directing this towards the whole room, "I had much better things to do today other than stand around in here with you ... people."
Afterwards, she turned to face him directly and asked, "Was it you, then? I take it that's why you're in here."
Even though he had been expecting people to throw that theory around easily, it still hurt to hear someone actually say it, and he couldn't help but flinch at the accusation.
Before Colress could speak to defend himself, the man with the strange purplish hair spoke up, "Well, he's the one who found the body. That's why we're here; gonna sort this shit out."
Something about the man's stance against the filing cabinets and the Houndoom curled around him gave Colress the impression that he wasn't having a good day either, and Colress couldn't help but envy the fact that he had his own Pokemon to give him support. Once again, his mind started fretting over his Pokemon and their welfare, but his mind latched onto the fact that he wasn't being immediately accused. He didn't know what they had on him, but they obviously didn't have anything incriminating. Yet.
As if taking control, Clair stated, "Oh. Well. I'm here now, so let's get started. I don't want to be in here longer than I need to be."
She spoke with such importance that he wasn't sure if she was the actual leader of this interrogation or what. I can guarantee I don't want to be here either, but we're stuck now, aren't we?
He certainly hadn't planned to find a frozen body in the sample freezer, and
it fall on top of him. He just wanted to have a normal day where he did his usual things and live quietly. Was that really too much to ask for? The answer to that question is yes. It always has been, and likely always will be.
He waited for her or someone
to finally start the questions.
The man with the Houndoom spoke up again, perhaps to placate Clair's impatience, "We gotta wait for the guy. The ... questioner, err--"
Wow, the man was not doing so well, and despite Colress having the short end of the stick in this situation, he felt really bad for him. It was likely the Houndoom's doing that he was even upright at the moment. Colress wasn't sure if he was sick or something else, but he clearly shouldn't be here in that condition. Concern lined his features as he continued trying to figure out what was wrong with him. There was one other possibility, and he wasn't sure if that was better or worse right now. It was possible the man was dealing with a hangover.
Clair found the word the purple haired man was reaching for, "Interrogator,"
and proceeded to pull herself up onto the table to sit. "So I guess we wait, then."
She said this with a near enviable nonchalance, and Colress wished he could be as carefree about this situation. But with his life and/or continued living at HQ on the line, nothing could relax him. The walls felt like they were closing in, again, and there were so many people.
He didn't know what to say, or if his voice would even be welcome in the current company. The chair looked tempting at this point, but with Clair on the table, he felt a strong aversion to being in that general area. Instead, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, and his hands started fidgeting with each other. His heart rate was picking up again, and the tension was building.