<span style="font-style: italic">Alright, so I'm in a large cell, it smells like a guy took a shit then sprayed it with oil, my weapons are in that chest away from the cell..... OK the sword is on the wall because its too large but same principle. At least I still have my clothes, else I would really be in hell.</span><br/><br/>Vashen sighed as he leaned against the wall of his cell, chewing on a piece of plastic that he carried with him too use as a lock pic. Too bad the doors locks was just a door with many bars on the damn thing. He could probably punch his way through, but that would just cause problems. He would draw attention and would be surrounded before he could acquire his equipment. He was good at fighting unarmed but against damn vampire's? He wouldn't last too long.<br/><br/>He took the plastic pick out of his mouth and fiddled with it between his fingers. From what he believed if he was captured, he was too be stored for food purposes. Or they were bored and torture was their game here. This might be a time his mindless bloodlust would come in handy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">OK no thinking that. Am i insane? I'm talking to myself, of course I am.</span><br/><br/>He chuckled too himself and started chewing on the plastic again. He placed a hand against the wall and sighed. he wondered if it was thin enough too let him break it down. That wasn't something he was going too risk right now. With a sigh he brushed a hand through his silver hair and smiled.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">OK, think positive. The moment that vamp comes in here there is a small window of opportunity for escape. If the vamp locks himself in here with me at least I might be able to fight my way out. Get my things and probably take a few out in my way too escape.......damn the more I fight the more dangerous it will be. Shit.</span><br/><br/>He tapped a finger on the wall then reached into his jacket, placing the plastic pick in it and walking too the small cot on the floor of his cell. He wondered how long he was supposed too be here, or if he would even be allowed to leave, or if this was just for amusement. He wasn't some toy for the vampires, or anyone of that matter. Except possibly that little girl he had left with that peace gang. She always had been following him and put her in great danger. But she was safe now at least.<br/><br/>"OK now I'm hungry." He complained too himself as he laid down on the cot with a sigh. "Hell, even blood sounds like a main course right now." He shook his head and let his eyes close too rest until someone decided too visit him. If they didn't, he would attempt too escape.