<div class="floatleft">(http://cyborgphotos.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/cyborgphotos-wordpress-com-closet_cyborg_by_rocklou-cyborg-man1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Traitor/Jack Cordero<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1, morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Carpenter Pants, Hoodie, suspended from the ceiling with thick Data Cables connected to his neck, spine, and shoulders.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Betsy, Bobby<br/><hr/><br/>Jack still hangs from the ceiling, unmoving and motionless like a puppet without a master. At least, that's how it looks like to him. To him, it looks like he's in a pleasant library with bad florescent lighting and just one single long row of shelves. And it wasn't put together very well, but it is better then quite literally nothing he supposed.<br/><br/>"<strong>You realize you muties shut off my motor functions and sensory processing, right? The only reason I haven't gone completely insane from the sensory deprivation and paralysis is very limited access to the library. I think I now have the entire Real Ghostbusters cartoon serious downloaded directly into my head. Which when the virtual world I'm in looks like a bad kid's cartoon anyway. . .<br/><br/>Which is to say, sounds good to me.</strong>"<br/><br/>He doesn't actually mentally say it, but he does mentally concede that this treatment was easier treatment to swallow since it made perfect sense and they obviously were trying to make it as non-torturous as possible.<br/><br/><strong>Assuming you really are a lady mutant telepath and not my mind cracking up.</strong>