<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside/inside Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tristyn, Michael, Open<br/><br/>When they got inside, people seemed to more or less split up and go off as if they all knew what it was they were doing.For his part, Jack went back to get the large bags off of the sissy bar that was on his motorcycle, as they could store a fair amount of supplies in them.<br/><br/>When they get up into Tristyn's place, he ends up stuffing all the goods from the medicine cabinet that Tristyn brought out into the bag. He also went to the kitchen, and took any aluminum foil, ziploc bags, trash bags, and other things like that. He had a good idea of ways these things could be useful, even if it wasn't readily apparent. Also paper towels and napkins and the like.<br/><br/><strong>"Take the photo. You might not get another chance to, and might regret not having it. If you don't want it later on, you can always ditch it."</strong>He would offer to Tristyn, when he saw what had the man transfixed. But then, just like that, he headed back down.<br/><br/>As he went along, he noticed Michael looking fairly gloomy, and two members of the group seemingly vanished. He sees the tears on Michael's face, and withdraws one of the napkins he had acquired previously, and places it right into his hand without so much as a word about it. Instead, he asks.<strong>"Did we lose the cheerleaders?"</strong><br/><br/>As it was within his hearing range, he then proceeded back to his motorcycle, where he secured the bag to the bike once more.