<strong><em>Pickler's</em></strong><br/><br/>Rhiyu slowly stood, holding her pounding head as she ground her teeth. I have to get out...I'm coming... She looked to the bars surrounding her, and began to slam into them in a fit of rage. It only took a few hits before she had obviously hurt herself, one of her paws coming up to caress the opposite shoulder. She snarled at the bars, gripping them firmly, flinching at the pain in her right arm. She began rattling them, working them as hard as possible, slowly one of the bars could be seen giving way. The cement holding the bar in place had slowly weakened its grip over time, allowing the bar to move within the dip of the concrete. Once she realized it was moving, she slammed her palms against the bar over and over, not only trying to loosen it further, but to alert the others to the possibility of it being like this in their cell as well.