<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Faces<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Scarlett, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Jack took it all in.<strong>"Oh. So you're not going to toss me down onto the next floor, and you're going to have me put other peoples' lives on the line instead? Lovely,"</strong>he remarked, scanning the nightclub's crowd. As he did so, he replied,<strong>"I'm Jack. Pleased to meet you on a first-name basis rather than by streetcam footage and brawls with drunk guys and the undead."</strong>His gaze flitted back and forth until it landed on a strange empty space around a pool table. He identified the people responsible for clearing it out rather quickly, but he couldn't really get a good grip on whether they were just the regular intimidating or if there was something else about them, something else keeping people away. He caught a glimpse of one's eyes as he circled the pool table to line up a shot, and he made a call.<br/><br/>He nudged the Slayer in the side.<strong>"Well, Scarlett, I hate to sound like I'm stereotyping, but there's something not all-there about that group around the pool table. It's in the eyes, I think. Window to the soul, and all that, and I'm willing to guess the curtains are drawn on theirs because nobody's home. Plus, also, that one that said she had a soul last night is wandering around too. Just so you know."</strong>