<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>: Michael (Briefly), Billy, Open<br/><br/><br/>He wasn't sure how it was the blind kid could do the things he did; Jack always considered himself a man of science more than anything else, even if he had a fondness for reading religious and philosophical texts.  Maybe he was just some sort of savant that was good with predicting things simply through data-crunching.  Whatever it was, though, it was strange, and while Jack had many motives for partaking in this whole thing, his curiosity is probably the strongest motivation.<br/><br/>He ends up trailing a few feet behind Billy. It worked out better that way, any way; if somebody tried to go after Billy, Jack could run interception. And if somebody came after the armored bad-ass, well, Billy would know shit was getting real. It was harder for them to both get bumrushed or blindsided with the distance.<br/><br/>As the other student went about getting his things together, Jack had already pulled on his hood, and lowered both visors; the clear plexiglass one that was impact resistant, and the inner one, which was just darkly tinted plastic, which had a similar effect to wearing polarized sun glasses. He was actively surveying their surroundings, and watching for trouble.<br/><br/>Already, he had seen signs of unrest amongst the student population. Not just the ones that were, understandably, freaking out, but moreso, he paid attention to the small clusters or gangs of kids that seemed to be conspiring amongst themselves. Those were the ones who would pose a threat... which the biker would not tolerate being directed towards the little hodgepodge group Michael's got going.