Jarod sat on the floor of his rented room, surrounded by copies of files. Children's files. Twelve pictures were pinned to the ceiling above his head, staring down helplessly at him ( Read more... )

Jarod looked out into the darkness, then turned back into the cabin. Christmas gifts had been sent (a stuffed moose for Sydney and snowballs for Parker (and, technically, Angelo, since he'd sent them to Angelo at a pre-arranged post office box, since snowballs didn't count if they weren't thrown)), and he'd spent weeks in the sim, and talking to ( Read more... )

Jarod crouched down in the grass, letting the darkness act as his cover. Watching, always watching ( Read more... )

Deciding that he'd given the postal service enough time to work (and if he hadn't, he'd just have a confusing conversation with Jaye for a bit), Jarod dialed a familiar number. After all, he needed to know where to pick her up.

[ooc: For Jaye, and maybe some cows and horses and chickens]

He was safe, at least for now. The new person chasing him--Mr. Lyle--wasn't as smart as he thought he was, but seemed to be four times as evil. The things Jarod was finding out about him were quite frankly frightening, and included torture and murder, which was not in the least encouraging. However, there was no way to send him to jail--Lyle was ( Read more... )

Jarod was behind the grill, keeping an eye on the front door as he cooked eggs, pancakes, and burgers for the truckers who came in. He'd escaped from the Centre--where he'd spent the last few months doing and experiencing things he didn't really want to think about again, ever. The alternative was Sydney's life. Someone had finally discovered ( Read more... )

Jarod was out in front of the house, looking at it from the sidewalk, hands in his pockets as he considered. It, and Fandom, had been very good to him. But now it was time to move on ( Read more... )

After a very full day, Jarod was stretched out on the bed, a large half-full glass of vodka and orange juice in his hand. It was his second. A bottle of scotch and a glass was on the table, waiting for Jack to get out of the shower, and there was a bottle of tequila in the refrigerator just in case things got desperate.

[ooc: For time_agent]

Jarod had spent the night updating Brigitte's laptop through the Centre's system, substituting his picture for that of Dr. Jeffries, then gone for a very long and visible walk, waiting for Rumor to catch sight of him. Once he felt her eyes following him down the street, he returned to the hotel and took a seat at the bar, remaining fully visible ( Read more... )

Jarod was in his room, rereading the files on Rumor he'd pulled from Parker's computer, a cup of hot cider and a half-eaten bagel next to him on the desk. As was M, who had decided that the best way to help was by sleeping on his notepad and looking up grumpily at him when he tried to write on it ( Read more... )