<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<br/><strong><br/>"We need to take everything up stairs. Their should be enough room up there for all of it, though... for us, I might have to ask one or two of you to volunteer and sleep in sleeping bags out on the porch. Or out in the hallway."</strong><br/><br/>He took the bag that was mounted on the back of his bike, and grabbed one of the sleeping bags from Tristyn as well. That was about as much as he could carry, as both together were pretty bulky for the one hand; and he'd need the other hand free for opening doors and the like.<br/><br/>He moves over towards the front door, and sticks his key in  it; he twists the key, turns the knob, and pulls the door open. He uses his foot to guide a nearby heavy stone to the door, and wedges it against the door, propping it open.<strong>"Last person up, make sure you unwedge the door."</strong>This front door locked automatically, and he didn't want to give free access to anybody that may be trailing them.<br/><br/><strong>"And by the way, no gasping or freaking out when you guys realize that yes, I do have a girlfriend, and she's here."</strong>He says this with a slight laugh, imagining that most people that knew him might be shocked by such a thing, since he always seemed the lone wolf type.<br/><br/><strong>"As for the asshole that's trailing us, his name is Dean, and he's a drug dealer. He's a liar and a thief, who tried to frame me and send me to jail because I was getting one of his clients to detox and quit hanging around him. He's petty, and vindictive, and while I don't doubt people change, he strikes me as the sort to keep on making trouble."</strong><br/><br/>On that final note, he starts up the stairs of the apartment, expecting people to more or less fall in line behind him. Their was about two dozen stairs to climb, and another door at the top of the stairwell to open; no elevator. Just two stories, their wasn't much of a need for one.<br/><br/>He would use a small wooden wedge to prop this door open, then  move in to apartment 221. Looking at the hallway, their was 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, and 228; a total of four apartments on each side of the hall, for a total of sixteen in this one building in total.<br/><br/>He finally gets to the door to his apartment, and the keys once more find their way into the lock; a very loud clicking sound comes from it, as the lock was somewhat old and creaky. He opens the door, and calls out, gently<strong>"Hey, Elena, I'm back; with friends and a lot of things." </strong>He would stay by his front door, standing inside the apartment, and holding the door open so that everyone else could come in.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jack's Apartment Layout</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/jack-apartment.jpg)</div></div>