Jack remembers everything now--where he comes from, what happened in Pandemonium, where he should be after what had happened in Pandemonium--and cautious compliance is the result. A month has yielded no concrete way out of here, just plenty of examples of why testing the authorities is risky business.
After the sheriff recently hauled both of his roommates to the police station, one for "questioning" and the other under arrest, Jack's felt eyes on him ever since, whether imagined or not. He's been a paragon of good behavior since, head down, mouth shut. It's all pretend, but pretending is the key to blending in around here.
On the flip side, the quickest way to draw attention: do what this guy's doing. Whirling away from one of the notice papers with agitation in his face and voice, demanding answers so that people give him a wide berth.
Holy crap.
"Did someone mention jokes? As a joke master, you won't find anyone better at them than me," Jack says, making for the man in the suit in the hopes of intervening before this gets ugly. The cape tied around his neck billows slightly with the movement. It's an eye-catching addition to an otherwise unremarkable fashion ensemble, well-made and a bright, bloody red. The only thing brighter might be the bright smile he fixes on Sam. Play along, play along, play along.
"It's all right, man, maybe you should just--take a breath." His hand hovers near Sam's elbow, an attempt to gently steer him around to face the building and not the eyes of onlookers. Nothing to see here, everybody, nothing at all.
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After the sheriff recently hauled both of his roommates to the police station, one for "questioning" and the other under arrest, Jack's felt eyes on him ever since, whether imagined or not. He's been a paragon of good behavior since, head down, mouth shut. It's all pretend, but pretending is the key to blending in around here.
On the flip side, the quickest way to draw attention: do what this guy's doing. Whirling away from one of the notice papers with agitation in his face and voice, demanding answers so that people give him a wide berth.
Holy crap.
"Did someone mention jokes? As a joke master, you won't find anyone better at them than me," Jack says, making for the man in the suit in the hopes of intervening before this gets ugly. The cape tied around his neck billows slightly with the movement. It's an eye-catching addition to an otherwise unremarkable fashion ensemble, well-made and a bright, bloody red. The only thing brighter might be the bright smile he fixes on Sam. Play along, play along, play along.
"It's all right, man, maybe you should just--take a breath." His hand hovers near Sam's elbow, an attempt to gently steer him around to face the building and not the eyes of onlookers. Nothing to see here, everybody, nothing at all.