[ Jason likes watching the new comers roll in. It's probably fucked up to actually anticipate seeing who else is getting crammed in here with the rest of them, but hey, it's something. And he could use something to distract him from the weird memories in his head. Time travel was weird, time slips were weird and remembering shit you haven't even been alive for yet is really fucking weird.
He's perched on a stack of crates, underneath one of the overhangs of a nearby shop, dressed in worn jeans and a jacket that looks a little too big for him. Looking for all the world like a no good punk. ]
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He's perched on a stack of crates, underneath one of the overhangs of a nearby shop, dressed in worn jeans and a jacket that looks a little too big for him. Looking for all the world like a no good punk. ]