[color=9370D8][b]Jennifer Carson[/b][/color]
The sleeping figure of Jennifer Carson lay curled up into a ball, her common sleeping position, surrounded by wavy black locks and a long white dress splayed out over the bottom of the cage. Eventually her eyes slowly fluttered open. Eyeing her surroundings she was quick to realise this was not where she was meant to be. A dim light flickered off and on, revealing the outline of bars. Bars? How was that possible. Pushing herself up slightly with her hands Jen outstretched her fingers to brush the metal bars. 

At the yell of a man and the realisation of what encased her Jennifer slid back until her back hit more bars which was, in hindsight, not a good idea. The cage jolted and Jen was left swinging ever-so-slightly. She yelped at the jolt and took her impromptu swing as a realisation that she was not on the ground. Remaining as small as possible in a hunched position at the edge of her cage, knees to her chest she called into the dimness[color=9370D8] "Hello? Where am I?"[/color]