<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking Lot of the School<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Survivor Group, Tristyn in specific, Open<br/><br/><strong>"I can have one person riding with me, if we need to, but my stipulation is that they be wearing layers or leather. If their's an accident, and I've never been in one before, but if their is, having exposed skin is going to result in a very gruesome death, as your skin gets peeled off of you by the road." </strong><br/><br/>He looked over to the Soon-to-be-Seal, and gave a nod of his head to the question.<strong>"I'm in for the long haul. And if anybody comes after us, they'll be out."</strong>As he said those last few words, he drew his flat hand across his neck in a silent gesture that seemed to clearly mean he was just going to straight up kill them.<br/><br/>Now, those who know of Jack, they do know he's violent. He gets in fights; with the bad kids in school. The assholes, the jocks, the bullies. But, it is one thing to get into fisticuffs; another entirely to kill another. Of them all, even counting himself amongst them, only Michael could truly know if Jack truly had it in him to actually take a life, and be okay with it.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't see why we can't swing by his place, Michael. It's along the route I was going to take us anyway."</strong>