<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Jack Harth<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>downtown Atro<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>12:45 AM<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>Kythia<br/><br/>Jack was heading back towards the cafe, and his motorcycle. All he really cared about right now was getting home, maybe having a few shots of something to help take the edge off of recent events, have a nice hot bath, and a good, long sleep.<br/><br/>His senses were heightened, on account of the fact that he was expecting trouble; on the one hand, he wouldn't be surprised if nothing bad happened. On the other hand, he'd rather be ready for some asshole to try and ambush him than be caught surprised.  For all his toughness and macho act, fact is, he was a bit unnerved about it all; enough, at least, to put him on edge.<br/><br/>Consequently, at some point along the way, he feels like he's being followed. Maybe it was just him over-reacting; maybe he'd end up having to shit-talk himself later on for being weak. But for the moment, he was ducking out of sight; perhaps into an alleyway, perhaps just hiding alongside a large dumpster in such a way that someone following him would not catch sight of him  (at least until they pass close to him). He's no sneak, but this seemed pretty simple enough.<br/><br/>He'd wait a bit; see if his hunch was right, or if he was just losing his shit.