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Jason Doyle
"We're al damned, so, at this point survival's a game, isn't it?"Jason's face had taken on a cold quality since he had woken up, and it would mostly keep that quality from then on, when he wasn't being a bit of a sarcastic jerk. Looking up to the two faces of the people that had spoken so far, he figured he might as well introduce himself when they did. It wouldn't make much of a difference as they would still be dying, but, it couldn't hurt to have a few friends for the end of the world.
"Jason," he input, turning to look at the young woman beside him when she asked if he was hurt. the right side of his face was still plastered with red-brown toned dried blood from the cut at his hairline and he frowned slightly at her rather stupid seeming question, but he wasn't going to mention it. Rude comment or not.
"Just a cut I think," he responded, gesturing to where the jagged line of the thing was visible just barely from one side by his raven hair," but it's scabbed over for the most part."
Reaching a hand over the edge of the boat and into the water below, he cupped a bit into his hand and used it to scrub the dried blood from his face the best he could. The least he could do was attempt to be clean, though, that he imagined would be mostly impossible for some time.
"Jason," he input, turning to look at the young woman beside him when she asked if he was hurt. the right side of his face was still plastered with red-brown toned dried blood from the cut at his hairline and he frowned slightly at her rather stupid seeming question, but he wasn't going to mention it. Rude comment or not.
"Just a cut I think," he responded, gesturing to where the jagged line of the thing was visible just barely from one side by his raven hair," but it's scabbed over for the most part."
Reaching a hand over the edge of the boat and into the water below, he cupped a bit into his hand and used it to scrub the dried blood from his face the best he could. The least he could do was attempt to be clean, though, that he imagined would be mostly impossible for some time.
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