<div class="floatright">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/robotech/images/b/bf/Jack_Archer.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110325082320)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Archer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Skyrim, boonies, in a cage<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Restrained, Gagged<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gayle (M), W.A.R.  (M), Sephiroth (M),Open.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Soreness. Complete soreness at sleeping on a rusty cast iron slab for another night. The chill in the air didn't help the cage's occupant none neither as he slowly unfolded from his fetal position to conserve as much body heat as possible. He was clothed in his Pilot/Survival Suit which helped to cut most of the chill from the night, and day. Yet, provided little else in comfort. He slowly rose back up to his 6'2" height, and shook his head. Causing his wild mane of dark blue hair to tussle as he looked around. Yup, still in a fucking cage. He huffed in aggravation around the large gag in his mouth. It was put there on the first night with the "Shitlords" when they started to get drunk, and insult the prisoners.Jack quickly showed that his own tongue was far sharper, and he was much more of a quickwit than they. Something that they didn't take very well. Jack was trying to see if he could get them to open the cage in which point he would try to escape. As a soldier in the RDF, and Veritech pilot, he was trained in Escape, and Evade Tactics. However, He didn't count on one of the guards to throw a paralyzing spell his way so he wouldn't try to escape. Yeah, just his luck that they weren't completely stupid.<br/><br/>Jack started to walk around the parameter of the cage, inspecting the bars as he had done every day. Trying to find a way to either bend, break, or perhaps dislodge. However, as brittle, and rusty they looked. They were far stronger than they appeared. That, and the shackles upon his wrists, and ankles prevented any quick movement. When it was accepted that his situation has not changed in the least. He turned his attention to his Neighbor, and the one across from her.<br/><br/>The cage immediately to his left had a woman with a dark jacket, and long hair. She was easy on the eyes, and that was a plus. Hell, if you're gonna die. At least dying with a pleasant view wasn't so bad. He tried to make polite conversation the first say with The woman, but it appeared she wasn't social, and after being gagged. There wasn't much more he could do to try and get her on board in any escape attempts. Then there was that "person" in the cage across from hers. Jack wasn't sure what to make of him. Looked more like a robot than anything. So how were you to execute a robot? Can't you simply reprogram them? It was all too much to think about when your stomach was empty, and your mouth was as dry as the Post Rain earth.<br/><br/>Jack's head snapped up, and looked towards the Big tent when he heard their captors started to wake, and curse. The Leader calling for the men to get the prisoners off to the "Block".  Jack realized he didn't have much time left. He had to think of something. If all else failed, he was not going to go down willingly.<br/><br/>Though in this late hour, it would appear another decided to speak. A man of pale skin, and long pale hair donning a very long black trench coat. So far, he hardly moved nor said a work the time of their imprisonment. Jack Blinked as he wondered what brought this about. He figured the man already given up. Jack watched, and listened as the stranger spoke with interesting refinement to the Camp Master Rowark. "<em>eh, must be a noble born.</em>Jack thought as he continued to listen, and watch. This could present an opportunity. His eyes narrowed as the long haired man called Rowark's warrior pride into question. A good tactic depending on Rowark's personality. So for the moment, Jack could only watch, wait, and be ready.