Breaking free of... whatever the hell that had been had been a move made out of desperation. He'd felt claustrophobic, not able to move or see what had been going on around him. Even after breaking free, punching, pulling, dragging himself out of what seemed to be a chrysalis of some kind, he felt foggy and not quite clear of it. He slumped down on the ground when he could, feeling the chill of moisture on his naked skin, then clueing in to the fact that, yes, he was buck-ass naked and sitting his bare ass on equally bare rock.
Or, bare something. It shone a bit too much like the inside of a rainbow for him to really figure out what it was. Rubbing at his eyes, he looked back to see chunk he'd escaped from, a few other chunks around him either with someone still battling themselves out or with bodies in front of them, equally as dazed looking as he was. He got up, noticing that it took a lot more out of him than it usually did, shaking his head and holding onto the wall beside him to keep him up. His hand casually just... hung down around groin level to keep from making it seem like he was coming dick-first at anyone at eye to crotch level, going over to the body closet to him that was still in the process of pulling themselves free. "Need a hand?"
II: CAPTIVITY - THE CHAMPION
This? This was almost reassuringly familiar. Being surrounded by an aggressive force that intended to take him prisoner? Walk in the park. Clearly it was a day ending in 'y', and Jensen felt his hands raise to shoulder level, just to show himself unarmed other than by what god had given him, since he was still starkers. Though, he soon found out that those whips they had did more than just leave a lash-ting impression, because when he stepped between one intended for someone besides him (yes, he was an idiot), he found himself unable to do anything else other than move where his puppetmaster willed him.
At least that wound up leading him to something resembling clothes, even if he looked like some kind of guest at a toga baptism. It was something. And he didn't have anything on him to fight back with, even if he had the strength to manage it. He still felt uncharacteristically weak, like that one time he'd had pneumonia as a kid. He kept an eye out for anyone he recognized, half hoping he wasn't alone in this shitshow. If Clary or Cougar or Pooch were here, they'd be able to come up with something to get them and the others out of here. But so far, just a sea of faces he didn't recognize. But the whip was removed once he played along, and he opted to just stay close to anyone that looked like they might still be a bit woozier than himself.
III: WAITING
Again, not something he hadn't been through before. He'd been captured by enemy forces, though usually he wasn't treated as kindly. Not that they were kind, but there were no butts of guns to the backs of heads or inappropriate gropings towards any captives, and they were fed and watered. It was about on par with basic training, better, since they were being transported instead of having to hike for goddamn miles.
He'd found a few faces that, while not familiar from home, were becoming familiar here. Attitudes and personalities that seemed like they were on par with his thought process, for the most part. Like-minded people that kept watch, the same as him. That took note of guard rotations and the fact that these fuckers were vigilant and those whips were quick to quell any attempts to do more than take a step away from where they'd been told they could piss. Effective. More so when it seemed there was a reason for them to want to have their 'cargo' arrive unharmed. He heard something that had him staring quietly into the fire one night before he looked over to the body at his left. "Anyone else getting creeped out by the whole 'Ritual' bullshit? I'm feeling like some kind of sacrificial virgin in this white dress."
IV: WILDCARD
[Any ideas? Somewhere private you'd like to have your character come across Jensen? Planning a (foiled) escape? Just someone to talk to? Shoot your shot.]
(ooc: Prose or brackets both work well for me. If there's something here that you'd like to sort out beforehand, feel free to PM and work things out. Otherwise, I'm pretty flexible with mostly everything.)
Jake Jensen | The Losers | The Champion
I: REBIRTH
Breaking free of... whatever the hell that had been had been a move made out of desperation. He'd felt claustrophobic, not able to move or see what had been going on around him. Even after breaking free, punching, pulling, dragging himself out of what seemed to be a chrysalis of some kind, he felt foggy and not quite clear of it. He slumped down on the ground when he could, feeling the chill of moisture on his naked skin, then clueing in to the fact that, yes, he was buck-ass naked and sitting his bare ass on equally bare rock.Or, bare something. It shone a bit too much like the inside of a rainbow for him to really figure out what it was. Rubbing at his eyes, he looked back to see chunk he'd escaped from, a few other chunks around him either with someone still battling themselves out or with bodies in front of them, equally as dazed looking as he was. He got up, noticing that it took a lot more out of him than it usually did, shaking his head and holding onto the wall beside him to keep him up. His hand casually just... hung down around groin level to keep from making it seem like he was coming dick-first at anyone at eye to crotch level, going over to the body closet to him that was still in the process of pulling themselves free. "Need a hand?"
II: CAPTIVITY - THE CHAMPION
This? This was almost reassuringly familiar. Being surrounded by an aggressive force that intended to take him prisoner? Walk in the park. Clearly it was a day ending in 'y', and Jensen felt his hands raise to shoulder level, just to show himself unarmed other than by what god had given him, since he was still starkers. Though, he soon found out that those whips they had did more than just leave a lash-ting impression, because when he stepped between one intended for someone besides him (yes, he was an idiot), he found himself unable to do anything else other than move where his puppetmaster willed him.At least that wound up leading him to something resembling clothes, even if he looked like some kind of guest at a toga baptism. It was something. And he didn't have anything on him to fight back with, even if he had the strength to manage it. He still felt uncharacteristically weak, like that one time he'd had pneumonia as a kid. He kept an eye out for anyone he recognized, half hoping he wasn't alone in this shitshow. If Clary or Cougar or Pooch were here, they'd be able to come up with something to get them and the others out of here. But so far, just a sea of faces he didn't recognize. But the whip was removed once he played along, and he opted to just stay close to anyone that looked like they might still be a bit woozier than himself.
III: WAITING
Again, not something he hadn't been through before. He'd been captured by enemy forces, though usually he wasn't treated as kindly. Not that they were kind, but there were no butts of guns to the backs of heads or inappropriate gropings towards any captives, and they were fed and watered. It was about on par with basic training, better, since they were being transported instead of having to hike for goddamn miles.He'd found a few faces that, while not familiar from home, were becoming familiar here. Attitudes and personalities that seemed like they were on par with his thought process, for the most part. Like-minded people that kept watch, the same as him. That took note of guard rotations and the fact that these fuckers were vigilant and those whips were quick to quell any attempts to do more than take a step away from where they'd been told they could piss. Effective. More so when it seemed there was a reason for them to want to have their 'cargo' arrive unharmed. He heard something that had him staring quietly into the fire one night before he looked over to the body at his left. "Anyone else getting creeped out by the whole 'Ritual' bullshit? I'm feeling like some kind of sacrificial virgin in this white dress."
IV: WILDCARD
[Any ideas? Somewhere private you'd like to have your character come across Jensen? Planning a (foiled) escape? Just someone to talk to? Shoot your shot.](ooc: Prose or brackets both work well for me. If there's something here that you'd like to sort out beforehand, feel free to PM and work things out. Otherwise, I'm pretty flexible with mostly everything.)