Blood Ties - All Tied Up

(In a soft voice that was unlikely to alert the guards.)
"There's not much to work with here. I suppose I might, and that's a big might mind you, be able to work with something around here. "

James looked around and noticed a couple of possibilities he hadn't thought of already.

(In a softer voice still James posed some ideas.)
"We could use the edge of one of the drawers in the filing cabinet if we could get it open. It might be able to loosen or start cutting through the ropes on our wrists. There's also the possibility of finding a pencil and trying to use it to fray the ropes some. Seeing as we can't move our hands very well it may be next to impossible. Oh, and a word of warning don't let them see you doing anything out of the ordinary or they'll beat you within an inch of you life. That's what I got the last time I tried to snatch my knife away from the guard that took it."
 
'If we cannot free our bonds, then the next best step is planning. If this place gets attacked, we need to formulate a plan to get the fuck outta here while the guards are distracted'
 
"Quite a leap of faith there firend, let's wait until some rogue Postman comes here and starts attacking them....." Mathias moved close to the filling Cabinet and tried to open one of the drawers with his mouth, it tasted awful. "phua, I think they expected us to use this as toilet? fuck, you guys open it" *spit* "But even if we cut loose then what?, we run and they shoot hot plasma at us in the back? we need to get a hold of a gun or something".
 
'Getting our hands free just might save our asses. If you don't already know, these fiends are drug addled psychopaths. If shit hits the fan, we're either dead or human shields, dead again. If the chance for an exit presents itself, we need to be ready'

'See that clock on the wall over there, we need to time the guards patrol routes on our side and their shift changes if possible. James, you look like a handy man type to me. Think you can build these idiots some silly trinkets to play with? If possible, we can barter those for some "harmless" items that we can revamp later into weapons. I know its a long shot but its better than nothing'
 
"bribe this guys? they would probably just beat us to a pulp and take whatever we offer them, if we even have something on us that is, I feel a lot lighter than when I was driving on my bike, that idea is kind of.... naive".
"Also time with their shifts? I don't even think this guys have shifts, we don't even know where the hell we are, we could just run into a camp full of this drugies, we need to at least get our hands in some of those weapons, damn my hand are numb" Mathias starts shaking his elbows, like trying to get the ropes loose, then stops and lays down on the ground.
"I think I might just do the intelligent thing, wait for them to at least tell us what they want with us, maybe make myself useful, I hope I can do it and be able to sitdown the morning after, you are placing waaaay too much faith in some miraculous rescue from someone, I am just some drifting repairman, it's not like we have the son of an NCR big figure here, or anything, I dont think nobody would risk their necks for people they don't even know are here".
 
For the last few hour James had been chewing in the ropes that tied his wrists, they tasted vile and greasy, but as he worked he could tell the ropes were starting to weaken.

"Sadly the only type of diplomacy fiends listen to is shotgun diplomacy. If they hadn't taken all my chems from me already, we'd have a bargaining chip but we don't even have that."

James went back to working at the ropes. He let out a shiver, it had been weeks since he last had some mentats and the deprivation had been waring on his nerves ever since he'd been brought here.

"First thing I'm gonna do if I get out of here is put my foot through the face of the guy with my gun, second I'm gonna find as many of my chems that they haven't squandered while killing anyone dumb enough to get in my way, the third thing is I'm gonna find the guy carrying my new sniper rifle and put several holes in his head."

He continued chewing on his ropes despite the disgusting taste, no matter what he was going to survive this.
 
"Heh, not exactly nobody knows I'm missing... If we're really lucky we might get some supermutants looking for their supplies... hm,hm,hm that's who I was headed toward, believe it or not when I was nabbed. I doubt they'd come though. Wouldn't that be a site, supermutants mounting a rescue for a human."

This was just wishful thinking on James part. He suspected Marcus might send somebody to look for him but they would never endanger Jacobstown by picking a fight with fiends for the sake of one caravan driver. To the others James was sure this sounded like no more than a bad joke.
 
OOC: Im sorry for not posting sooner but real life has been.....busy.
Character was accepted on page 30 of the OOC thread for blood ties.

IC:

For the first that day the figure sitting at the corner of the old desk spoke up, his voice cracking from unuse. At first the accent is off, but only for a few mumbled words, before a structured sentence came out in a local accent. "You got a better chance of eatin through that rope" he says as a response to the caravan's musings, satisfied that his accent should be construed as his voice cracking.

The man's combat armor had been removed from the waist up, leaving only the armored bottoms and a tan undershirt, his weapons and possessions god knows where. He had been on his way down from checking out Nellis AFB, the highpoint of that venture was getting spotted by the flash off his binos and the ensuing rapid evac from the cliff face he had been observing from.
After said near death experience he had been on his way down to the gun runners to trade in some of the stuff he had found in the wastes for ammo when he got jumped by the local gang known as the fiends. He had had plenty of time in the dimly lit room to perfect his cover story, in case the others ever asked him.
 
Eric hadn't expected to get such a pessimistic response yet his fellow prisoners did make sense. If they managed to get out of their bonds, the guards would figure it out. No matter how many ways he mulled it over, it would always turn ugly.

'Hey new guy, whats your name'
 
As of now he had not given his name in the days, weeks he had been here, but now he figured he would die in this place so why keep his name a secret?

"Crandall" He says before maneuvering himself around the desk to get closer to the group.
 
'Crandall, alright. So folks, we just going to sit here on our asses twiddling our thumbs then?'

Somehow things just didn't feel right for a bunch of prisoners, locked in the same room, to not plan for an escape. If not an escape, atleast a clear plan of action in case the prison gets overrun by things worse than the fiends. In his own mind, Eric started taking notes of when the guards walked by and what time they did it. How often they were high out of their minds was just as important. If push came to shove, suggesting strange shit just might freak out a guy already on a bad fucking trip.
 
Crandall shrugged with mild apathy at the other man's response "You can twiddle your thumbs if you think it's gonna help" he says sarcastically. The man had been stuck in this one room for to long, he needed to escape the next chance that presented itself and continue west towards the NCR.

The sooner he hits the pacific coast the sooner he can turn around and get back home.

During his internal musings he was able to pick up the sound of yet another fiend on a trip, "How the hell do these freaks stay sober enough to do anything?" he mutters to himself in a hushed tone
 
James gave up his fruitless effort at chewing the ropes. He'd done little more than loosen his ropes and he realized it was a useless attempt.
 
'Hey, look at that prisoner over there, the one with the fucking funny ass eyes'

'What aboutem?'

'The guy has two heads and they keep talking to eachother in some kind of funny fucking language'

'What the fuck have you been taking and why the fuck haven't you shared any with me?'

'Cause your fucking ugly, you smell, and I just don't like you too much'

'Fuck you man'

'No fuck YOU mother fucker'

And that was exactly how the clash of the dipshits started. Eric had been attempting to time patrol routes but there simply were none. Ever since he was locked up with the other prisoners, only two fiends were ever seen in the area for any length of time. They also happened to fight, ALOT. That could prove useful later on.

There names were Oleg and Tug. These two personified the word stupid. That was probably why they were the low guys on the totem pole stuck with all the work. When they weren't fighting eachother, they would mutually hate on someone called Garl, apparently someone higher up. Garl always told them they worked too slow. Garl always said they were reeeetards. Garl always took most of the prisoners shit, usually the shit THEY wanted. Garl also got to have fun with the females whenever any got captured. This bit of knowledge would also be useful later on.
 
Ok, boys, you're free! ….As soon as you get untied. Just a few notes here, one: read the last few pages of the RP if you haven't so you know what the place is like. Also, you guys have been malnourished for weeks, you haven't properly moved in that time and your gear is nowhere to be found. Sucks, I know. But you come into it as prisoners, you gotta expect that. Welcome to the main thread, good to have you on and post asap.
 
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