Jarred didn't listen much to the announcements. He was to busy have a mental break down in his cage. "Why am I here why am I here why am I here..." He said over and over in his cell he would look around at his fellow 'contestants' and think about what they had done. Every single one seemed to be in here for some sort of murder and half of them seemed to be the smart kind of criminals that could find some way to booby trap one of the weapons into an explosive or something.

Jarred's mind was racing faster than Usane Bolt and he had to think quick. He scanned the contestants he could see for a moment and as he did a thought came to him, one that might just save his life or end up getting him killed all the more faster. Jarred shakily scooted across the floor of his containment to the side closest to the psychopath murder and he whispered fairly Whitley but just loud enough for the man to hear "Psst hey! Hello?" Jarred said hoping to get the mans attention.