[When Jon is pushed into the holding cell, he stands for a moment, staring at the door, some kind of sleepy, confused calculation evidently taking place. Then he turns and paces a few steps. He goes to push his hair — shoulder-length, dark and curly under the blue residue — out of his face, then casts a distracted glance at the traces of the goo on his hand.
After a few more tired steps, he seems to decide something, then sinks to the ground, the bars supporting his back.]
Not much of a welcome. Have you seen them hurt anyone yet — heard of it?
[Even you? You may look all right, but that doesn’t always mean much.]
I know what I’d do in their place, but —
[A shrug. This is not his first dance.]
ii. shower
[In the shower, he tries to keep to himself, tries not to put his eyes anywhere he shouldn’t. He doesn’t much like the eyes of others on him, but in this kind of space, it might be hard to avoid.
Still, when someone asks for a towel, he breaks from what may look like a reverie.]
Aye.
[He sounds impatient. If he looks anywhere, it is either determinedly at the other person’s face, or determinedly at nothing at all.]
iii. Wild card
[In a holding cell with Jon? He got there first? Or maybe you already know each other and he's looking at you curiously? Strike up a conversation.]
[Note: his shirt may seem familiar. It's a very nice shirt and he likes it a lot. It's blue, but the goo may obscure that for a while.]
HATCHING/HOLDING
[When Jon is pushed into the holding cell, he stands for a moment, staring at the door, some kind of sleepy, confused calculation evidently taking place. Then he turns and paces a few steps. He goes to push his hair — shoulder-length, dark and curly under the blue residue — out of his face, then casts a distracted glance at the traces of the goo on his hand.
After a few more tired steps, he seems to decide something, then sinks to the ground, the bars supporting his back.]
Not much of a welcome. Have you seen them hurt anyone yet — heard of it?
[Even you? You may look all right, but that doesn’t always mean much.]
I know what I’d do in their place, but —
[A shrug. This is not his first dance.]
ii. shower
[In the shower, he tries to keep to himself, tries not to put his eyes anywhere he shouldn’t. He doesn’t much like the eyes of others on him, but in this kind of space, it might be hard to avoid.
Still, when someone asks for a towel, he breaks from what may look like a reverie.]
Aye.
[He sounds impatient. If he looks anywhere, it is either determinedly at the other person’s face, or determinedly at nothing at all.]
iii. Wild card
[In a holding cell with Jon? He got there first? Or maybe you already know each other and he's looking at you curiously? Strike up a conversation.]
[Note: his shirt may seem familiar. It's a very nice shirt and he likes it a lot. It's blue, but the goo may obscure that for a while.]