<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Parking Lot/Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Biker Armor<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody, Vivian and Elena specifically<br/><br/>He would flash Elena a small, slightly sheepish smile; it was like a quiet apology, because he knew this whole situation would be odd and maybe even anxiety-inducing for her. He wished he had been able to call ahead of time, but he never seemed to have the moment to do so; he certainly couldn't do it from the back of his bike.  He wished he could have been the one to explain what was going on, but he hoped that his warnings at least did something to prepare her for the shock of what was to come.<br/><br/>When Vivian asked him about other units, he gave a nod of his head; this occurring moments before Michael's speech.<strong>"Yeah. 228 is a model apartment. It has no furniture, and I think all the plumbing works, but it's locked. That means either busting down the door, or taking a trip over to the office to search for the keys. But, their's a good chance you'd have to break down a door there, too. I could take a trip, if you'd like."</strong><br/><br/>He was in the process of moving into the kitchen to make an accounting of all the perishable foods they had, and figure out what to do with them all, when Michael began to talk. Jack takes the time to halt what he was doing and watch the other boy, though his mind is still quietly going through a sort of mental catalog of recipes he has.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Jack. I love riding motorcycles, rock and roll, cooking, and reading. It's probably a shock to you all, but I actually identify as a Buddhist, though I'm sure their are some who will say I make a lousy one."</strong>And in fact, if anybody was checking out his bookshelf, they'd see a lot of books about Buddhism, Confucianism, and several other philosophies; some from Japan, some from ancient Greece and Rome. Other strange books, like The Art of War, Machiavelli's The Prince, cookbooks; even some science fiction and fantasy books are in there, mixed in along with rosewood statuettes of Guan Yu, Guanshiyin, Buddha, and a few other Eastern things.<br/><br/><strong>"I can't say I fully know what is going on with the world, but as long as you all prove yourselves to be good people, I'll do what needs to be done to keep us all safe."</strong><br/><br/>As for what Michael sees, yes, Jack is definitely being pulled towards the idea of violence against Dean. In his mind, that man was nothing but a threat; and yet, their was also an inner conflict that his stoicism hides, a desire for peace and tranquility, which Michael might be able to pick up on.<br/><br/><strong>"Elena, would you like to go next?"</strong>He smiled at her in a subtly different way than the last one he gave her. Odd as it was, he had this way of communicating with facial expressions that she would have picked up on over the year they've been together. This time, his smile seemed to be asking her to humor him; though the others ought to be hard-pressed to see anything more than a man smiling at his lover.