Cageroom
Jordan woke inside the cage. He blinked as his vision cleared. Where was he? He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, his blue bandana shifting on his head slightly. He looked again and his breath caught in his throat as he realized where he was. In a cage, in the mall - trapped. He had been caught.
After the intial moments of panic, Jordan forced himself to relax. He had to think to survive, as always. He glanced around again, this time taking careful note of his surroundings. A stingray was chained to the outside of the cage. Damn stingrays! He decided to ignore the stingray, for now until he was forced to deal with the idiot.
Jordan looked around at the cage again. A large chain bolted the door shut - trapping him side. He checked his pockets. Good those mallrats hadn't taken his tools from him. He would have to pay more attention to that lock. Could he pick it; could he break it; could he escape?
Thoughts of escape, of survival, plagued his mind. Before he started to work on that lock, he had to search for others who might be around. Was there a guard around?
tribe_patch
After the intial moments of panic, Jordan forced himself to relax. He had to think to survive, as always. He glanced around again, this time taking careful note of his surroundings. A stingray was chained to the outside of the cage. Damn stingrays! He decided to ignore the stingray, for now until he was forced to deal with the idiot.
Jordan looked around at the cage again. A large chain bolted the door shut - trapping him side. He checked his pockets. Good those mallrats hadn't taken his tools from him. He would have to pay more attention to that lock. Could he pick it; could he break it; could he escape?
Thoughts of escape, of survival, plagued his mind. Before he started to work on that lock, he had to search for others who might be around. Was there a guard around?
tribe_patch