Jason
Jason Stackhouse did not like small spaces. He wasn't the biggest fan of them in the first place, but after being chained locked in a small, dark tool shed like he had been about a month before being sucked back to crazy!Lawrence, he liked them even less than he used to.
So when he woke up with a splitting headache in a cage, Jason couldn't help freaking out just a little bit. Okay, maybe it was more than a little bit, but it was well deserved. It didn't take him long to realize that the room was cold and it was on the way to getting dark outside, which seemed to make it even darker in the room itself, and it reminded him more and more of that horrible shed that he hated so much.
He lifted a hand to feel his head where the pain was at it's worst and, really, he wasn't all that surprised when it was slick with blood. "What the fuck is going on?" Jason muttered to himself.
[ooc: if anything is wrong with this, please let me know. I'll fix it. :)]