SpecialKay
Star
- Joined
- Feb 1, 2011
Jack sat in the jail cell staring at a blank wall covered in marks he had drawn for every day he was stuck in that god forsaken hell hole. He stood up as he heard the clanging of metal on metal, the echo of combat boots through the halls, it was time. He had one 29 of the 30 needed tournaments to escape...and he was determined to live. He watched the guards step into sight and open his jail cell.
"Hands against the wall and spread em." The larger guard demanded, Jack complied without question, placing his hand against the cold concrete wall with his legs spread, as the guards searched him. Once they finished he was cuffed, and led down a dimly lit hallway. He could hear the revs of engines, as he stepped into a garage, his car in the corner covered by a large gray sheet. "Get ready."The guard spoke.
Jack nodded, as he removed his shirt to show his scars and muscular body, as well as the tattoo on his lower waist. He grabbed a black understood shirt, and leaned against his covered car, he needed to wait for the navigator.
"Hands against the wall and spread em." The larger guard demanded, Jack complied without question, placing his hand against the cold concrete wall with his legs spread, as the guards searched him. Once they finished he was cuffed, and led down a dimly lit hallway. He could hear the revs of engines, as he stepped into a garage, his car in the corner covered by a large gray sheet. "Get ready."The guard spoke.
Jack nodded, as he removed his shirt to show his scars and muscular body, as well as the tattoo on his lower waist. He grabbed a black understood shirt, and leaned against his covered car, he needed to wait for the navigator.