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Jamie Lok

Detached daydreamer with one foot on the gas and one foot in the grave.

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a character in “They Opened The Book”, as played by Knitehawk


Name: Jamie Lok*
*But everyone at school calls him Lok (pronounced the same as Lock).
Age: 16
Appearance: Shoulder-length, shaggy black hair, and dull gold eyes. Usually dressed in a leather jacket, T-shirt, and jeans--not the ripped kind. Carries a pair of black headphones with him, always.
Love Interest: None at the moment*
*Possible plot event could be falling for one of the main characters
Role: High School Student 2
Face Claim: Jinta Yadomi from "Anohana."
Sexuality: Panromantic asexual (Romantically attracted to people regardless of gender, but experiences no sexual attraction.)
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 lbs
Scent: Vague hints of marijuana. He doesn't actually smoke it; his best friend does.
Habits: Meticulous and exacting, both in school and personal work. Jokingly calls this habit a racial bonus, because he's Asian.
Quirks: Desperately wants to, but has difficulty connecting to people on a personal level.
Hobbies: Casual debate, taking walks at night
Likes: Correcting other people, zoning out while listening to trance music
Dislikes: Being wrong, making decisions
Fears: Missing out on a desirable opportunity, being bored
Weaknesses: Inability to accept imperfection in self and others, pride
Strengths: Insightful, can be extremely persistent

Personality and Bio (I ended up combining the two; the narrative flowed better that way):
Lok is the kid that everyone knows, but never talks to. Maybe it's because he's a smartass who will find a way to turn everything you say against you. Or maybe it's because he hangs out with the stoners and crackheads sometimes and you don't want to be associated with that kind of crowd. Either way, Lok is a drifter, in every sense of the word. He never sticks to one group or one place, and more often than not, you can find him wandering through the hallways towards no destination in particular, psytrance pulsating through his headphones at a steady 140 bpm.

You heard that Lok's dad was an alcoholic who left the family when Lok was still a toddler, and that Lok's mom is so busy juggling her two part-time jobs that she almost always leaves the apartment entirely to Lok's own. Not that Lok spends much time at home, anyway. You heard that every day, he'll ride the bus to downtown, spend an hour or two on homework at the library, then the rest of day wandering through the streets until sundown. You heard, once, he spent the entire night out alone, and went through school the next day without falling asleep. You heard he was on speed.

He's not quite a legend, and he's not quite a ghost. He's some sort of mix between a nerd and a Breakfast Club miscreant--smart enough to stay out of real trouble, but crazy enough to flirt with the limits. Speaking of flirting, you heard that his last partner of two years broke up with him because he wouldn't get physical with them. He's never had a long-lasting relationship since. Sometimes you catch him hanging out with the queer kids from the GSA, looking like the odd one out; there is nothing remotely queer about an Asian boy like Lok, who's maintained a perfect, straight A record ever since the beginning of freshman year. You heard that once, he tried to kill himself with pills and alcohol after getting a B on an Algebra II final in middle school, but that he only woke up from the failure with a mild stomachache.

There are five minutes left until the end of class. Idly, you glance at him. He's staring at his crotch with a deadpan expression. You search for the light of some electronic device, like a phone, or GameBoy. Nothing. You frown. Then, your ear catches the rapid click-click-click rhythm of plastic knocking against plastic. A few seconds later, Lok grins and jams a solved Rubik's Cube into the front pocket of his backpack, along with his notebook and mechanical pencil. He is two steps out the door before the bell even rings.

Relationship with other characters: TBD--depends on identity of the remaining high school characters. I was thinking that him falling for one of the main characters in the book could be a major character development point, because the characters have to return to the book, meaning that their love is meant to be imperfect from the beginning and that he has to learn to accept it.

So begins...

Jamie Lok's Story

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In a humble little (or not so little) town somewhere in the United States...

A teenager was walking in an alleyway.

Jared Stein, age sixteen, was pissed off. And it showed. His face was clenched in a scowl deeper than a dip in the ocean, his hands were clenched into fists inside the pockets of the gray hoodie he was wearing and his body was moving in quick, jerky movements like he wanted to unleash his rage bit didn't know how. The air around Jared was charged with anger, and his aura was practically screaming 'give me one reason and I will unload my shit off on on you, preferably with my fists'. Anyone who ran across him would do their best to avoid him, which probably wouldn't happen since Jared had deliberately chosen the most empty path he could find.

At least, that was Jared five minutes ago. Now the aura he was projecting was more calm, although still angry, and he had slowed down to a more acceptable pace, which was more like walking than running. His scowl had died down into a more sulky look, and Jared was glowering at his battered white trainers instead, muttering angrily under his breath.

He'd told Mr Mann that no, adding orange juice to the coffee cake wasn't going to go well! It would taste terrible and make the cake dense as a brick, and then it wouldn't sell at all. He'd told him, and what did the guy do anyway? Add a whole jug of the juice into the batter before Jared could stop him and stick it into the oven to bake. What the hell?!

And that wasn't all. When the cake came out just as Jared he said it would (only it tasted more like oranges instead of rotten fruit) Mr Mann had the nerve to blame him. For not stopping him. Even after Jared had told him how it was going to turn out and he couldn't go against the owner of the establishment, even if Mr Mann was insanely nice and very, very accommodating and he'd been working there for over three years. And also very irritating, since he chose that moment to act like a little kid and say that well, Jared should have stopped him.

Needless to say, Jared's temper had flared up, and that lead to an argument that led to Jared storming out of the door while Mr Mann stared mournfully at the vomit colored cake brick, which in turn lead to Jared walking aimlessly around to calm himself down. Seriously, what was wrong with his life?!

Walking out of the alleyway, Jared winced at the sudden noise of the streets and looked around to figure out where he was. Somewhere near the library, he decided, seeing a familiar small playground a few miles away. He jogged towards the swing sets and grabbed a seat, thankful that it was empty.

Stupid Boss, Jared thought angrily, swinging too and fro on the seat. He swung himself higher and higher, the anger aiding his pushes. "Stupid cake," Jared grumbled to himself, "Stupid oranges, stupid - huh?"

As he swung upwards again, Jared squinted at the familiar looking figure. Yup, it's him. "Hey Lok!" He called, forgetting about the cooking incident for a moment. He continued to swing, going as high as he could go. "What's up?"

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Lok eyed the pair of boots dangling above him. "Evidently, Jared, you are." He glanced down at his watch and frowned. Strange, he thought. Jared's shift doesn't end until half an hour later. What's he doing here? Lok slung the backpack off his shoulders and took a seat next to Jared's, musing about the possibilities as he started to swing.

Maybe he got fired. Lok figured it was likely. After all, Jared had the fuse that was about as long as the list of people at school who had gotten an A in Multivariable Calculus. But surely he wouldn't risk doing anything to get fired. Jared needed that job more than he needed his dignity.

Lok himself would never understand--he never held a single job in his entire life. Never wanted to, either. Lok didn't see the reason for the existence of jobs, the concept of giving a series of actions an arbitrary, monetary value. It didn't make any sense. But that was how the real world worked, and he didn't get to make the rules.

Lok sighed, his mind drifting back to the mystery of Jared in the playground. Maybe he's on break. Maybe his boss let him out early. Lok gripped the iron chains tighter as the swing sped up. Then again, this is the twenty-first century. No sane owner of any corporate business would be that generous.

Or maybe--Lok smiled wryly as the thought crossed his mind--maybe he has a hot date. I wonder what kind of person would want to go on a date in a playground. Maybe one of those innocent-types, who never really wanted to grow up. Maybe someone young. Not like a freshman, I mean, really, really young, like--

Lok coughed quickly to choke his rising snicker. Yeah, because Jared's the sort of guy that would date a middle schooler. You know what? Maybe I should just ask.

"So Jared!" shouts Lok, above the sound of creaking chains, "What brings you here this early?"

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Jared grimaced as he remembered the argument, his knuckles turning white as they clenched on the chains. He slowed down a bit, and the chains creaked less alarmingly now that he wasn't trying to be one with the sky.

"Had an argument with my boss again." Jared said darkly, still angry over how Mr Mann had ruined a perfectly good cake. "He wanted me to help him make a orange-coffee cake," he explained, turning towards Lok, "even though I told him that it'd be pretty terrible. And when it did turn out terrible he said that I should've stopped him even though I tried. Seriously, who adds half a liter of orange juice into the mixing bowl and toss the whole mixture into the oven the moment the cook turns his back to check the sink? And well, you know the rest from there."

It wasn't really a regular occurrence, but it happened often enough that Mr Mann and Jared had a system for it - a twenty minute break and working for another twenty minutes later in the shift, ten if it wasn't too bad, and zero if it was during rush hour. For the most part, it worked. Jared would've liked to complain more (especially about moments like this), but held himself back because well, he liked Mr Mann and was extremely glad that he'd found a boss who didn't mind his bad temper. Besides, it was immature.

"Well, anyway." Jared said, changing the subject. He swung up high, his swings slightly offbeat to Lok's. "What brings you here? The library's going to close pretty soon, you know."

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Lok scoffed. "Genius of a man, your boss must be, to come up with a recipe that involves combining half a liter of orange juice with coffee cake. It's just about as reprehensible as combining potassium carbonate with coke and iron turnings. Which makes ferrocyanide. Which fucking kills you." Lok laughed; it sounded sharp, vacant, and short, like a bullet that narrowly missed its mark. "The man must have graduated from a culinary institute online."

Dragging his feet along the ground, he let the swing come to a standstill, before jumping off. "As to what brings me here--" he picked the backpack off the ground and slung it back onto his shoulders--"Just the usual. I was having a smoke break." Lok dug through the pocket of his leather jacket and produced a white and yellow stub. "A cigarette this time. My friend ran out of joints."

Lok never actually smoked on any of his smoke breaks. He would only light up the utility for smoking and watch it burn out. He derived a mild sense of euphoria from watching the embers flare and eat away the paper. It was controlled destruction. It was calming.

His gaze drifted towards the sky. The sun was painting the horizon an angry red, in protest against the coming night. It was all futile--the sun's light was always overwhelmed by darkness. But the sun would keep coming back the next morning, and the morning after that. It was all absurd. Lok himself would never understand.

He checked his watch again. Only a couple of minutes until crimson would give way to blue.

Lok flicked the stub into the dirt and crushed it under his heel. "I'm about to head back to the library, actually. There was something for history class I forgot to look up." That was a lie. He just wanted to delay his departure a little bit longer, so he could walk back home under the stars. "Want to come with?"

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"How did you -" Jared paused. "never mind, I don't want to know." He tried to forget why Lok knew that (probably the internet, right? Out of curiousity, right? Right?) and focused on the cigarette stub Lok was lighting instead.

When Lok had mentioned his smoke breaks, Jared had thought that he'd literally smoked (and did drugs) and almost had a heart attack over it, although he was pretty sure that Lok didn't notice. He worried over it (smoking and drugs were bad for the health, and Lok wa a friend), at least until the day he ran across Lok watching a marijunna joint burn with a look in his eyes that Jared absolutely didn't want to think about and found out what 'smoke break' really meant. That had been embarrassing.

"That would explain all of the mess ups he made," Jared snorted, keeping his legs away from the ground. Due to having no force pushing him up, Jared was slowly stopping swinging, the wind gently blowing the smoke from Lok's minature fire away from his face.

"Can't say that his drinks aren't awesome, though." Jared added grudgingly, almost admiringly. Jared could produce a good cup of coffee so long as he followed the recipe, but Mr Mann was a genius at it. Any drink he made, tea, coffee, even smoothies (which he had made as a birthday present for a coworker who had wondered if he had died and gone to heaven the moment he had tasted the smoothie), tasted like it was made out of all that was holy and delicious, which was part of the reason that he ran such a good establishment despite normal snacks.

At least, until he'd hired some good cooks (Jared included). Then both the snacks and drinks tasted good.

The light of the stub burnt out, and Lok asked Jared a question.

"Sure, why not? I'll have to go back soon, though," he said, doing a few quick calculations. It had been five minutes since he'd left the Minder's Gheist, eight since he'd started talking to Lok. That left Jared with seven minutes, although the argument hadn't been that bad. Ah well. He chuckled. "Who knows, maybe I'll pick up a cookbook for him."

By then, his swing had slowed down enough for him to get off without any difficulty. Standing up, Jared placed his hands inside his pockets and walked beside Lok, heading to the library.

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The walk to the library was silent; Lok intentionally kept it that way. It was a bad habit to talk to your friends too much. The more you talked to them, the more you got to know them, and the more predictable they became. That's when you would get bored, and they would figure out you were bored, and then they would leave. And Lok didn't really want Jared to leave. Not yet.

There were roughly twenty minutes left until the library was going to close. Lok pushed the door open, holding it long enough so that Jared could get in. History books were on the third floor of the library. He glanced back at Jared, wondering if he should take the elevator up, out of courtesy. But a little exercise never hurt--

"Excuse me."

Lok blinked. Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man carrying a box full of old, battered books.

The man sighed. "I would appreciate it, sir, if you could move out of the way."

There was one book sticking out of the box in particular that caught Lok's attention. It was a dark, intense blue, almost black. On its cover was a single word, spelled out in gold: Allorae.

Lok tilted his head to the side. "What's that?"

"It's a box full of old books that the library wants me to dispose."

Lok smiled. "Then I'm sure you won't mind if I take these books from you?"

The man shrugged. "I don't suppose it would be a problem. The dumpster's right around the corner, outside the main entrance. Thanks."

Nodding, Lok took the box from the man, his eyes briefly widening as he realized how light it was. He exited the building, walked into the alleyway nearby, and set the box down, before taking out the book that had drawn his eye earlier. He was about to open it when he realized there was a lock--but no key. Gingerly, he tugged at the covers, hoping the book would open. No use.

"Hey, Jared," he called, "you wouldn't happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?"

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"A lock? Depends on what type it is," Jared said, looking at it over Lok's shoulder. He'd been a bit surprised by Lok when he grabbed the box and ran to the dumpster, but quickly got over it. It was Lok, after all. Jared reached into the brown hip pouch he had on. "Hold on," he said, shuffling through the items and causing a loud clunk to be heard, "lemme check if I still have my - yup, still got it."

He pulled out a pair of paper clip lock picks with a grin. Knew keeping them wasn't a waste, he thought victoriously, taking the book from Lok to examine it. Now that Jared was looking closer, he liked the look of it too. It was seriously pretty, but why did it have a lock? Maybe it was some kind of journal or something? Who knows. Jared examined the book with a professional eye, searching for the keyhole. Lets see if all those years of picking my house locks and some occasional others helps me here...

Ten minutes later, Jared's eyes were tired from squinting at the lock, his fingers were tired from fiddling with said lock, and the book was as close to opening as it was ten minutes ago - near impossible.

"AGGHH!" Jared yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration. He glared at the book, gripping it so tightly that the cover would've been scrunched to pieces if it was a paperback. "What the hell is wrong with this lock?! It looked so simple I thought that I could open it in three minutes tops, but everytime I think I've got it it's not!" His grip tightened, and it was a good thing Jared didn't have heat vision because otherwise the book would've been burnt to a crisp. "It's almost like it's changing shape or - or -"

Three things happened in quick succession. The first was that the dustbin, which had a very weak lid, slammed shut with a loud bang, causing a fiery black blur to race out of it with a snarling hiss and brush against Jared's jeans before disappearing somewhere into the night, causing Jared to jump half a mile into the air and yell "GAAAAHHH WHATTHEHELLJUSTTOUCHEDME".

The second thing was that Jared dropped (more like threw at the blur and missed) the book, which still had his lock picking tools stuck in that damn lock. It clattered to the ground with a thud as the paper clips were jolted upon contact with the ground, and the blur skidded to a halt to reveal a cat, which hissed menacingly at the two boys. Oddly enough, they stayed in the lock even after the book hit the ground.

"WHY YOU -" both angry and embarrassed, Jared darted over to the cat to - well, yell at it probably, causing the cat to back into the wall and the third thing to happen - Jared stepped on the book and slipped, falling flat on his face and sending the book skidding behind him thanks to the force generated from his foot. The book went flying into the wall, jolting the lock picks even more...

Causing the lock to open.

The book burst open, it's pages flipping incredibly fast. A loud explosion was heard, and at the same time a blinding light and a light fog came out from the book...

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ImageIn the forest by the small village of Allorae strolled a stranger. This stranger, dressed in red, was particularly famished. Yes, Fiona Rae was desperate for a soul to consume. At this point, she didn't care what kind of soul she was to consume. Crippled, unripe, burnt; she couldn't care less. A soul was a soul.

Speaking of souls... Fiona's eyes seemed to sparkle as she laid her eyes on an approaching stranger. An old man, who was carrying a heavy looking package. A plump old man, Fi observed. Perhaps a bit too plump. Ah, but what was she thinking? A soul was a soul. And this soul was no exception. Dare, whose eyes were still sparkling, smiled as she began skipping over to the unfortunate soul. A sweet smile crept upon her lips as she called out to him, "Sire! You look awfully tired. Do you need help with that heavy package of yours?"

Just as the old man was about to respond, Fiona felt something tug on the back of her dress. Her head whirled around, eyes expecting to find someone behind her. Alas, there was no one. She sought to blame her imagination... Right before the pull grew stronger. Genuinely suspicious, she fully turned around, only to face air. The moment she took a step forward to investigate the disturbance further, a sudden force pulled the whole of her creation forward. Before she knew what was going on, she slammed face first into a wall composed of solid stone. The world swirled for a split second, though it didn't take long for Fiona to regain her composure... And it didn't take long for to lose it again, realization that this world was not exactly hers.

"Woah, wait a second--- wait --- w-what in hell?!"


ImageAvaline Harp took a deep breath in order to suppress her excitement as she started toward Allorae's library, her hopes set on the case she and her partner were about to pursue. According to the town's residents, mysterious murders had been occurring as of late. Apparently the victims bared no typical murder symptoms; no stab-wounds, no blue lips, nothing usual, only abnormal lightening of skin. This particular case thrilled Avaline, for she hadn't run into an interesting case in quite a while. For a while, she depended on lengthy books and keen observations performed on the side in order to entertain herself. All of these distractions from work were growing quite tiresome. She didn't have the time to mess around. She had to keep up with all of her cases.

So, now that her case was her entertainment, she was quite jubilant that day.

So jubilant, in fact, that she didn't believe anything could increase her excitement. Yet she was wrong. Though she usually hated being wrong, in this particular case, she did not mind.

It all started with a slight tug. It was as if someone were pulling on the back of her dress. Curious, she turned her head to see who it was. Part of her thought it was Zen (who she was meeting at the library), her partner, but it appeared to be no one. Her head tilted to the side. Perhaps a demon with the power of invisibility was messing with her? Not that she minded, of course. What she minded was not knowing. Not knowing who was tugging on her dress, to be exact. She considered asking who it was when the tug turned into a pull. Avaline then reached out to see if she could touch who was pulling on her dress, but was taken by surprise as the pull increased dramatically. She watched as the scene around her shifted, colors swirled, and new surroundings introduced themselves, all within a few seconds.

A breathless gasp escaped Avaline's lips as she was thrust into this unfamiliar setting. She hit the ground with a loud thump, though thankfully through quick thinking her shoulder took the brunt of the hit instead of her face. Of course, nothing could be done to stop the sense of pain that radiated throughout her body via impact with the ground. And nothing could be done to quell the indescribable feeling of intrigue that coursed through her veins as she admired the new world around her.


Wake up call! It's posting time!

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Lizzies whole car journey consisted of her apologising over and over to other drivers and pedestrians who couldn’t hear her. It wasn’t that she was a bad driver or screwed up or anything. Driving just made her so nervous every slight thing she did seemed like a mistake. If she breached too early, if she didn’t change gear at the precise moment the list went on. So you can imagine how relieved she was that the journey was over. Perhaps she should just leave the car and walk home. Her dad could probably pick up the car tommorow morning, the walk wouldn't kill him.

Liz grabbed the books before pulling the key from the ignition and getting out of the BMW, locking it behind her. She still had a good few minutes before the library shut but that didn't stop her running it, which didn't probe to be easy in high heels.

Of course Liz wore heels, it not only made her look taller but she had to admit they looked pretty good on her. Obviously they weren't all that easy to walk in but no pain no gain. The heels weren't even that painful, it was just poor Lizzy's low pain tolerance that made them seem so bad. Though she had seen girls wear higher and shivered at the thought of having to wear those and coming home with the feet cut off her.

As she walked into the library no one seemed to be around and she silently put the books on the front desk, double chking to see that no one would see her laving without returning the books without getting someone to scan them. It wasn't that she didn't want to wait or to put them where she got them. Liz didn't want anyone to know she returned them late. Well of course they would know but she was to tired for explainations, even if the books were brought back on time.

Sighing slightly she left the library, looking behind her to make sure there was still no one there. It was a stupid thing to be paranoid over but that's Lizzy for you. She had totally given up on taking the car back home with her and had in fact, decided on walking.

Liz only managed to get a few steps down the street before she heard a hell of a lot of angry yelling coming from an alleyway somewhere near her. Liz was compelled to go and help whoever seemed to be in trouble. Well at least he sounded like he was in trouble.

"WHY YOU-“ As she approached what the male voice was screaming about became more apparent. Well whate he was saying became more apparent. There seemed to be some type of struggle going on and Liz was about to barge right in when there was a bright light from the alley followed by a loud bang. As she got nearer to the entrance she saw that some sort of mist was beginning to form. It wasn’t thick enough to stop her recognising two figures, well one of them anyway. Jared was they only one whose name she could place although the other did look familiar. Herself and Jared had met a few times before, mostly at the cafe where he worked. From past experiences she could at least say the two didn’t exactly get along well together.

“Hey! What the hell’s going on?!” she yelled, the mist thickening quite rapidly so now she could;t even see two feet in front of her.

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Damn, that hurt. Lifting his face off the ground, Jared winced as he gingerly felt his nose. It didn't seem broken or bleeding, which was good, but... Embarrassing, to fall over like that just because of a cat. Jared could feel his face flush at the memory, but tried to shove it away. The situation had gone weird with the unnatural bright light and fog, he had to focus on that instead of his own actions. What the hell happened?!

No wait, something else was more important right now. "Lok?" Jared asked anxiously, squinting through the fog. He could see a blurred figure, but that was it. "Lok, are you ok?" Oh man, his friend had better not be dead...

Someone answered him, but the voice was too feminine to be Lok. Who-

"Liz?!" Jared stood up quickly, pain forgotten in his surprise. "The heck are you doing here?!" For a moment, Jared considered her to be the one who did this as a prank, but quickly ruled it out. He didn't know her very well apart from work and school (thank goodness), but she didn't seem the type to play a prank on them like this.

"Heck if I know what's going on," he said, irritation replacing the surprise in his tone and hiding the anxiety and uneasiness Jared felt. He shuffled in his pouch and pulled out a flashlight with a mental sigh of relief that quickly changed into a mental curse when he flicked the switch and no light appeared. Batteries must have died. Dammit. Slipping it back into his pocket, Jared squinted into the fog and tried to think of what to do.

He didn't have any clue what was going on, where the fog had come from or what the hell just happened. What Jared did know was that Liz was on the scene and maybe near the edge of the fog since she hadn't been with them, Lok and himself were probably in the middle of it, and they couldn't see an inch in front of them thanks to said fog, which at least seemed to be breathable in.

And even worse, they had no clue who did this, or why. Jared tried not to think about poison or sleeping gas or kidnappers or terrorists and took a deep breath instead, trying to calm the worry and anxiety piling up like lead in his stomach.

"Get out of here, I don't think it's safe," he said at last, reaching out to fumble his way around. Focus on getting everyone to safety first. "I'll see where Lok is and meet up with you afterwards."

Dangerous (and foolish) it might be, but Jared wasn't going to leave until everyone had gotten out of this situation. His hands outstretched, Jared shuffled forwards inch by inch, heading towards what was hopefully the spot where Lok has been standing before everything went to hell.