"Let's not forget that we have company," Jail mentioned. She gestured with her paw to the neighboring cells. "I say we first introduce ourselves. Perhaps we can work to break out of this hole. I am Jailkeeper," she said as she raised her voice, "ironically enough, I know. And I did not commit this heinous crime."

Jesse swallowed his words, then came with an introduction. "I am Jesiah, Jesse, and...." He paused, flitting his eyes back and forth. "And...I did not commit this heinous crime," he managed.

"I am Serena. I didn't commit this crime," she said simply. She sat down on her haunches quietly. 

Kauro turned his head in the direction Jailkeeper was in. Some part of him wanted to introduce himself as well, but most hesitated. How were they going to get out of here? He had tried a few times, but always ended up getting caught and beaten. Then, after much thinking, he said, "My name is Kauro." He didn't bother to say he didn't "commit this crime" or something like that, for he knew he had done something that made him deserve to be in this aweful place.

((I gotta go.))

(All good, hope to see you tomorrow! c: I think I'm gonna go too...sorry. Bye!)

((Darn. I got left behind...I'll catch up.))

A soft yet sharp voice could be heard from down the hall. It was a bit husky, for the owner of the voice had been silent for a long time. She had been here for days, and had spoken not even two words.
"I am Attentater. I definantly did not commit this crime, though many others I have, yet have not been caught for."
The natural Roditore was 'perched' on the only bench in the cell, her white hood shading her eyes from the few rays of light that managed to get into the cell. Her once bright eyes were now dull, from exhautsion and hunger. She gripped the wooden seat below her with her long claws. The wood was so old and rotten, that if she had wanted, she could tear is apart, but she didn't want to. It was warmer to sit on than the floor.

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Meanwhile, closer to the other cells that had occupants, an albino Meiko was pacing in circles. His right shoulder was bruised and raw, some parts bleeding. He had been trying to break the door with brute force, but it didn't go too well. His voice was deep and clear, for he had been muttering to himself often.
"I am Keehar. I didn't commit this crime."

"Maybe I should just accept the penalties and let you all leave. Serve's me right... I might as well take one for the dysfunctional 'team.''

"Penalties?" Jail snapped. "You mean to say that the possibility of them placing a death sentence on us down the line doesn't move you in the least bit?"

"Well, I don't know about you guys," Jesse said. "But I'm busting the hell out. Soon as I find out where to go, I'll be out of here."

"On me? Heck no. I don't care if I end up dead. I deserve what happens to me. My conscious murders me constantly as it is."

Attentater listened carefully, her mind had ben forming a plan since she had gotten there. She jumped the short distance from the bench to the cell, and got close enough to the door to look out and be heard clearly. The light fell on her small form, which was even smaller due to lack of food. She glanced about, looking for any guards, and seeing there were none, spoke.
"I have been thinking. They open the doors, right? To give us our one small meal per day, right? The doors are still open, there's a small window of opportunity to get out during that time. Some of us are smaller, and can sli through, while others, though weakened, are strong and big enough to possibly force their way out."
having said what she needed to say, Attentater padded back over to her bench, climbing back onto it. Her body seemed light to her, since they had taken all of her weaponry when they had put her here. She planned to get her defenses back when they escaped. Her knives were of the utrmost importance, and her dagger was of the finest make, while her sword was the best she could get. Of course, she hadn't bought any of it.

A twisted grin grew on Jesiah's face. He was too large to slide his way out, though he wasn't that large at all. He pulled a crowbar out of a pocket on the underside of his tail, and hid it by his bunk. He noticed Jailkeeper's odd look across the hall. "What? I gotta keep it somewhere."

Jail shook her head. "I will try to slip out," she murmured. "Do we all agree with the plan?"

Attentater listened intently for any no's, for she would remember their voice, and gloat if they escaped. She spoke clearly now, for her voice was again strong, yet still soft.
"I agree, because it twas I who thought of the plan, but there is one thing I must say: When we escape, I am going to find te armory. They took my weapons, and I plan to take them back. I don't care if anyone joins me or not. I will go either way."
With that, she silenced.

Keehar spoke up again.
"I agree with this plan. I may be weakened and my shoulder may be hurt, but I am still strong enough."

Crispin wasn't exactly small, but he wasn't strong enough to overpower many guards. That's where the gun came in. He looked at it and smiled. Second time he ever smiled at (or used) this gun.

"Best idea I've heard in a long time," Jesse muttered. "Pitiful. But crazy enough to work."

"When is the next drop off?" Jail demanded. "Because if I remember correctly we'll have to spend another night, but maybe I'm just delusional."

Attentater pricked her ears at the sound of cart wheels at the end of the hall, just outside of the only door out. She had listened to the same cart every day, with one squeaky wheel, which she had determined as the right back wheel. She grinned.
"If I remember correctly, though, today is working day, we get an extra meal. Of course, forced to work doesn't help but...I believe our escape has arrived."

((Sorreh if I'm like, sorta PPing about the jail...I'm improvising. What I get from being in Theatre. XD))

((Bump.))