<div class="floatleft">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/images/ikusamegamizero/Abiruusu_Kassere.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Jared Orian</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Where:</strong>Main floor of Gehenna<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Most of the gang at the bar<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jared was quite content to keep his mouth shut and ignore most of the group while he waited for Marc to speak up again about what his plans were, what this other 'job' was that he had in mind for Jared to start repaying his debts. However, he found that sitting on the sidelines simply wasn't an option anymore as a dejected demon girl sat a few seats away from him and requested drinks, followed by some sort of...<em>thing</em>... coming up and asking if it was an acceptable course of action for it to torment the fellow people in the bar as though they were nothing but playthings, objects to be used for his own personal amusement before he cast their broken bodies aside. After a few seconds of thinking about it, Jared realized what it was that this creature was... it was a haunt, a<em>haunt!</em><br/><br/>His fingers started tapping gently against the bar as though he was preparing for some kind of action without actually physically moving his arm, and his eyes narrowed softly as he waited for Marc's response. "I'm curious about your answer to this as well.... How hard of a leash is this pet of yours on? If it plans on trying to bump in the night around these parts..." He glanced over towards Izzy briefly before turning his attention back towards Marc. Obviously, in his mind, even the demon (legitimate demon or not) was the lesser of the two evils here. "... I'll bump back."<br/><br/>One had to question just where such a grudge had come from, though Marc would likely know. Still, Jared trusted that Marc wouldn't be so unprofessional as to spill such information so casually, nor would he recruit such a dangerous creature if he had no means of ensuring that it it's 'allies' would be safe. Common sense would dictate such a thing, but Jared hardly relied on common sense when dealing with such a dangerous culture. He had very little experience with gangs, but none of it was ever pleasant.<br/><br/>Either way, best to err on the side of caution. That was the way Jared had lived it's life ever since that particular day, and it had worked out well enough for him until now, he was still alive, after all.