[center][h2]Breakout[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Tracyarmav[/i][/center]
[center]Day 1, Afternoon[/center] 
[center]Adèla, Calder, Crow & Marielle[/center]

	[i][color=8882be]Calder walked slowly towards the Southgate facility, his head down, he feet plodding slowly, occasionally earning a prod from one of his “captors.” He was the image of a broken being, having apparently lost any desire to fight or retaliate against his captors. Which explained his apparently light bindings, only a set of manacles, that could stun on command, bound around his wrists, holding them together at his waist, in front of him, since his physiology didn’t allow his hands to get close enough to each behind him for the manacles to reach both wrists. He wore only a dirty, grubby set of heavy durable shorts, like what a blacksmith of centuries past might have worn, covered in pockets, but all of them apparently empty.  His feet, chest and head are all distinctly bare, his arms are adorned only by the manacles. Calder was very careful to do nothing out of character with his adopted roll, his centuries of living with the fae had taught him to play many roles well, and to switch between them at less than a moment’s notice. He used everything he’d learned to play a convincing role here today, letting the tide carry him as it flowed out into a deep and bitter sea of despondency.[/color][/i]