(I had to guys...don't kill me please XD)

Ping list: Shayni, Foxywolffe, Griffinlokison, Hawkeye

"Aye! Aye!" The fox barked pulling at his chains before lifting a foot up to scratch his drooping ear. A cloud of dust came from his fur as the claws passed through it. "Aye mister!?" He barked again the scratching moving down to his neck. "Ya keep yer food on the gas like that much longer and this sh*t wagon is going to go boom!" He nearly shouted this word before giving up a loud gritting cackling sound. "Boom! Just like a gas truck when someone lights a match!" In the back of the trailer, pulled by a war rig (tanker truck), the mangy looking canine was clawing at his head, a look of sheer terror on his face. He had bee desperately naming at his arm, trying to free it, though he had stopped when he drew blood. It wasn't the pain that stopped him but the thought of not having an arm to free himself that scared him. Now he was rocking back and forth as he tried to think of a plan to get free.

(So are we like chained up?)

In the raids each person was knocked unconscious (if they weren't already) if they looked useful before they were loaded into the back of the trailer and chained on a bench along the side of the walls. The benches are bolted to the wall and to the floor to prevent them from tipping over. The hands of each person is chained to the wall as well as to the people around them, but their feet are free. There is very little light in the trailer, that that is there cakes from the small window cutouts at the top of the trailer, these windows are hardly big enough to fit an arm through.

(Okay.)

Jacey sat there looking at his chains. He was silent as he pulled at them, attempting to get free. After a few minutes of attempts in vain he slumped against the wall.

Alec bent his head down to use his sharp beak to mess with the chains they'd bound his wings and hands with. When that didn't work, he straightened. "I'mma git out of these sh**ty chains even if you say I can't! I'mma find a way!" He yelled. He looked down at his feet and smirked. He tried twisting them up to reach the chains.

Ash was glaring and baring his teeth. He had decided he felt very masculine at the moment, wanting to bite anyone who got too close. He felt helplessly trapped in these chains as he squirmed.

The fox gave another cackle at the birds attempt to free himself. "Boom! Boom! Boom! Blazing like a firework!" The cackling grew more into mad laughter at this point yet died suddenly as the fox began nawing on an itchy part of his leg. With his teeth he managed to pull the ratty boot from his foot before pulling a bobby pin out with his toes. " 'ere you go love! Try this!" The fox said with a crooked smile as he stuck his leg out across the trailer to the bird.

Adrianna scowled, narrowing her eyes as the sound of clinking chains echoed in the dimly lit space. Her fur was matted with dust and some dirt, and her long hair was just as untidy. She herself tried to pull her hands out of the metal cuffs, staying quiet as the other prisoners spoke. One was laughing madly and she decided to avoid him when she escaped... that is, if she escaped.

Alec stopped and looked at the outstretched leg of the Fox. He hadn't paid much attention to this fellow because of his insane laugh. But at least he was "happy", right? "Thanks, man," he replied, seizing the bobby pin with one of his taloned feet. He lifted up his foot enough for him to stoop and take the pin into his beak. He then worked on moving it around in his mouth so he could work it into the lock.

Ash heard all the others interacting. The one who was cackling like a mad man also sounded like someone he did not want to meet. He swiveled his head to see who else was here. His eyes rested on a panther.

"No problem mate!" Grease said his tail wagging behind him some. "But ya best hurry, with them sounds the engines making this place ain't going to be here much londer." He looked around a moment at the small lot they had. A hawk, a cat, a bat, a wolf, and a bald whatsit. "I guess while we all sit here waiting around for our deaths we should get to no one another! I'm Grease!" He said extending an unchained hand to the bird before looking down at his hand. "Aye! Would you look at that! All the grease on me han's done made the cuff slip off!" He attempted to hold in a laugh though busted out into cackling again, this time so much so he fell off the bench and rolled about some.

Still quivering the maned wolf let the blood slip down his paw to losen the cuff some. Wincing he slid the cuff off before doing the same with the other. He stood lookin at the others with a troubled look. He was sporting a muzzle again, the same as he had been since he escaped the first place he had been held. He backed away some before beginning to claw at the door and find a way to free himself then.

She felt a gaze on her and her head snapped to the side. She glared at the... was that a bat? Adrianne shook her head and watched as the Maned Wolf stood and ran to the door. Clawing at it won't help... She let out a long sigh, then spoke. "Help me get out o' these chains and I can try to help break that door." Her voice was hushed and her throat felt raw and dry as she spoke. She felt the sudden need for water.